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𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!Reader

➸ CHOKING: he doesn't squeeze that hard – just applies enough pressure the way you like it until that familiar glassy-eyed expression falls over your face, something lust-addled; he always uses his left arm, the one that's all tatted up, consists of intricate pieces he's collected over time until it's formed an elaborate black and white collage that’s inked into his skin – he enjoys seeing how you try to enclose two hands over the entirety of his muscled forearm but can't quite round off the circumference of it, not even trying to get him to pry his grip from your throat, but to keep him there and occasionally prompt him for a little bit more constriction if you need it (❝ Look so fuckin' good like this, don’t you love? ❞)

➸ FAVORITE POSITIONS: anything that can get him as deep inside you as possible, bottomed-out so that he can watch you take every thick inch of him which includes, but is not limited to

(1) mating press or any other variation of it – basically an aggressive 'missionary-style' that gives him the advantage of pile-driving into you, will try to ease your legs onto his shoulders for as long as you can handle it; also likes this because he can still see your eyes roll back in between thrusts when he just grinds into your cunt for a bit while he takes a break and plays with your clit (❝ Greedy cunt's just swallowin' me whole, innit? ❞)

(2) face-down, ass-up - has to pull on your hair a little so you bring your head up to make sure your mouth's not muffled by the pillow (he needs to hear each long, drawn-out moan he can get from you every time he brushes up against that special spot inside you); very primal and powerful, allows him the opportunity to see the arch of your back like this while he's gripping onto your hips for leverage but it's also just so fucking tight and deep (❝ You can take it all, can't you, sweetheart? Yeah, that's my girl. ❞)

➸ DIRTY TALK: typically more reserved in day-to-day conversation, had to work up to being vocal in the bedroom, which now consists of a diverse mixture of low groans, lots of swearing (fuck, shite, or whatever other word that accurately expresses everything he's feeling when he hasn't got a single coherent bloody thought at the moment), as well as any filth like

❝ Gotta stretch you out – work you open on my fingers… Y’know it’d be a shame to wreck this tight, little cunt before I’ve had my fill. ❞

❝ Can’t wait ‘til you milk every last drop of cum from my cock, love. ❞

❝ Where’d your manners go? Say ‘please.’ Let me hear you beg for it. ❞

❝ Christ, I’m gonna flood this fuckin’ cunt. ❞

❝ Do I look like I’m done? Lettin’ my cum leak out… I don’t think so sweetheart. Gotta fuck it back into you now. ❞

❝ Again – love, I'm not stopping until I get another one outta you. So be a good girl and fuckin' come for me. ❞

➸ SPITTING: has a few places he’s fond of; will lift up his mask just above his mouth in order to make it happen

(1) in your mouth, tongue held out in anticipation – he discovers that you’ve got a thing for spit play after a particularly hungry and feverish kiss that has him starving for you, swallowing down your moans, and when he pulls away there’s sort of a wet, glossy little sheen left behind on your lips that you run your tongue over; so, you ask him if he can spit in your mouth because you feel like you need more than just a kiss – he obliges because it reminds him of his cum on your tongue after he asks you where you want him to finish sometimes

(2) on your pussy – absolutely no valid reason for this other than the fact that he really likes rubbing his spit into your cunt and watching it mix with the slickness in between your legs just to make an even bigger mess than the one that’s already there

(3) in his hand, covering his palm – uses it to coat his cock with a few passes over the length of it with his fist, a few harsh tugs at his shaft and a smear of his precum at the head; doesn't really have to because you're wet enough (still wishes he had the opportunity to get you completely fucking soaked, except the circumstances won't allow it), but he's pressed for time, knows it won't be better than the natural lubrication of your own arousal and doesn't care too much since the idea of it makes him that much harder right before he slides on home into your cunt

➸ EATING YOU OUT: he loves it, needs it; heaven between your legs, groans whenever he gets a taste of you, can't resist grabbing handfuls of your ass to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth, tongue flattening and stroking and licking its way into your cunt as you rock down, hips rolling, squirming under the iron-clad grip he's got on your thighs – craves the hot slick rushing out of you, doesn't want to waste a single drop but can't control the way your orgasm liquefies into a sticky and clear wetness that paints his lips and his chin (❝ C’mere. Gonna have you make a mess on my face. ❞ )

➸ DACRYPHILIA: when you're wrought with overstimulation, so, so sensitive after he's ripped the first few orgasms from you – tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging, burning sensation growing in your throat as you try to tamp it down until the first wayward drops of brackish water escape, rolling over your cheeks unsolicited not because the sex hurt but because it was too good and you can't sort out the knotted tangle of emotions you harbor for simon; he asks in a rough and hoarse voice if you're okay, brushes the tears away in a questioning gesture with scarred knuckles until you admit exactly what the cause is, which elicits a deep moan from him signaling that he might just give you another reason to cry

➸ TEASING: rubs the head of his cock against the entrance of your awaiting cunt, back and forth, slowly, just so he can hear you whining impatiently for him to put it in because you hate the feeling of being empty; maybe you should ask nicely, try being polite – it might be the solution to putting an end to your misery

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𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established relationship, somnophilia, hints at cock warming, hints at cream pie, heavy sleeper!reader, some fingering, praise, heavy overstimulation, squirting a lot, vibrator, face fucking, some ball sucking and fondling, light dacryphilia, very light size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: more somnophilia w trio???

Suguru glides his throbbing, veiny cock into your drenched tight cunt with slow pumps. Never let his fat head slip out before giving you every inch. He's lost in the sweet, hot wetness of your beautiful pussy spasming around him.

Your sleepy whines were what woke Suguru up. Lazily grinding your hips back, seeking friction and pleasure in your sleep. He couldn't resist. You're so vulnerable in your sleepy state, your smaller warm body so easy to dominate.

"You're so needy, princess. I filled your beautiful cunt up and fucked you to sleep. Yet you're wanting more? Waking me up from my nap without even waking yourself up." Your breathy moan of his name is too needy.

He wants to make you cum so badly, to give your beautiful cunt and body just what she needs. He groans, slipping his hand down to stroke your sensitive, soft clit. "Fuck." He's quickly getting overwhelmed by your super-soaker cunt.

"I need more princess, and I"m already so deep inside you. You're not gonna wake up and take some responsibility for how hard my cock is?" You're asleep and having too great of an effect on him. Getting him pussy-drunk within mere seconds of waking up. Or maybe he woke up drunk off your pussy, craving it from the moment you fell asleep with him still stuffed inside you.

Suguru wants to fuck more of his thick white cum into your overstimulated, sore little hole. "I need to see your beautiful wet cunt take my cock. Let's see if I can fuck you awake since I fucked you to sleep. " Easily reaching the lamp on the side table, flicking it on. Your bedroom door slowly opens with Toji and Satoru trailing into the room.

Just as Satoru opens his mouth Suguru throws an unused pillow at his head. Which he catches, dropping it onto the floor. Suguru keeps his voice low, "If you're joining then don't yell, you'll piss her off." He gently slips the blanket off you, piling it on the chair facing your bed.

You whine, shifting onto your back, stretching your arm out in search of Suguru. Your eyes remain closed, your chest rising and falling with deep slow breaths. "Ohhhh mmmmmm," he draws out his low moan, "sweetheart looks so yummy." Satoru makes quick work of his clothes.

Suguru suggests, "We can both fuck her pussy, stretch her out, fill her up make her cry." Toji helps himself to the vibrator left on top of a hand towel on your bedside table. Clicking the button makes it spring to life with an intense buzz.

"Why not, her greedy little super soaker can handle it. If she was awake she would beg for it." Satoru moans, climbing onto the bed. Spreading your lips apart whilst Toji glides the toy down. Swirling the tip around your tight little hole.

Gliding it up to your clit, smearing your slick with stroke. Suguru settles next to Satoru spreading your legs "Her pussy looks so beautiful clenchin' around nothing." Suguru kisses your cunt, gliding his tongue past.

Satoru takes the toy over from Toji who claims, "After you two go she's all mine. If your cocks get hard from watching her get fucked in you can wait till after." Your eyes flutter open, and your mouth drops. Grinding your hips on the toy, your every movement and sweet moan makes your three boyfriends hornier.

Toji's clothes quickly meet the floor. "You hear that ya sleepy brat. After they double-team your beautiful pussy till she's sore, I'm gonna use like a beautiful cock sleeve." Suguru glides two fingers past your lips. Stroking his cock, using the slick left from being balls deep inside you to help him jerk off.

Toji drops his balls on your fast, spitting on his palm. Smearing it over his cock whilst you open your mouth sucking on as much of Toji's sack as you can. Moaning when Satoru rubs your clit faster. Your toes curl and your thighs tremble.

Suguru massages your sweet spot. Satoru croons, "I want to see her cunt spasming as she cums before we fill her up." Suguru slips his fingers out, spreading your plush lips apart. Helping Satoru and himself watch your tiny hole clench and relax.

Thick slick trickling from your pussy, bring some of Suguru's thick, old cum. Kept warm by your pussy.

Toji groans, lifting his balls up to stuff his cock into your mouth. Sticking your tongue out, hallowing your cheeks. Squeezing Toji's thigh, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles beneath your palm. Cupping Toj's balls and fondling them.

Toji slips his cock out for you to kiss along the underside side of him. Before taking him back into your mouth for him to fuck. Wanting to make sure all three of your boyfriends could use your tired body to get off.

There is something about waking up like this. With three muscular men, wanting to drain their heavy balls in you, with their veiny cocks aching for your attention. You can't get enough of it.

Suguru muses, "You're so close sweetheart let go gorgeous." Thick clear cum squirts from your quivering cunt. Satoru drips his head down first, holding the vibrator still on your clit. Refusing to let up.

He glides his tongue into your tangy, spasming cunt, pumping it as deep. Your thick cum gushes onto his face, trickling down his chin. You can't stop. The moment Satoru pulls away Suguru's face is between your legs.

Suguru groans into your cunt, the barbell of his tongue ring gliding inside you is too much. But Satoru won't let you run away. Grabbing your hips, pinning your down for Suguru to lick clean what Satoru left.

You can feel the vibrations in your cunt from your clit. The pulse, the pressure, and Suguru's pierced tongue are too much. Yet you want more. Wanting them to fuck you back into the sleepy stupor like Suguru had done prior to the nap he took with you. When he was unwilling to pull his cock out of your warm cunt.

Your eyes burn with hot tears that quickly trickle down. Letting go of Toji's heavy ball sack to dig your nails into his thigh. Toji ruts his hips quickly roughly fucking your mouth without care. "You're going to cum on my cock like that. Otherwise, I'm not stopping until your pussy breaks."

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[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: virgin men, masturbation, sexual fantasies, implied age gaps, implied inexperienced sexual relationships, oral sex, masturbation, whats the thing where you get caught jerkin it? that.

Everyone loves virgin! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god while he bullies a fat cock into your horny cunt. Huffing and puffing in your ear as he asks you how good you feel, accidentally overstimulating you but far too clueless to even consider that your shaking and trembling is related to how dumb he fucked you. 'Course, he was just trying to be sweet to you, maybe get some coffee if you hadn't jumped on him for a good ride on his meat.

Even virgin! König had a considerable amount of attention for his monstrous cock that he'd never be able to fully fill you with. Too much of a jock-ish idiot to even know where to begin with foreplay, just rams his fingers up your cunt until you're sore and bucking your own hips against his palm to help smear your sloppy juices down his wrist. Every single "do you feel good?" is followed by your crying whines for him to shut the fuck up and keep stroking his own cock. Eyes wide watching pearl tears drizzle from the angry tip.

But where do I, the writer, draw the line? Virgin! Price. Old bastard aged like fine wine, his values held to something much more conservative - planned to spend his first time with a beautiful woman he dressed in pretty white silk on her wedding day. Someone who made his heart throb passionately; not with lust and the greedy desire to consume and ravage away her beauty.

Ideally, a woman to grow a family with.

Of course, considering his job, the risks his simple existence poses on any of those close to him - he cowered. Though, Price never really did see a true need to focus on that one, simple wish. He was satisfied with his 141, a group of rebellious young men he considered his own children; he was satisfied with his rare takes of leave, where he spent his time hiking and hunting, occasionally catching up with old friends from his civilian life; most importantly, Price was content.

Was.

A past tense term, considering his "ideals" of what made life so damn tolerable were thrown out the window. Shattered into billions of pieces that painted maps around the single coffee mug that was left on his desk one early morning. A note in your handwriting, with the coffee made just exactly as he liked it, and maybe even a small pastry from the vending machine - a pastry which was his favorite. Usually one that was hard to get because it was so damn good. And the note?

Have a good day, Cap'n! Love ya! btw, this is your favorite, yeah?

Fuck. You were too cruel. You and your pretty handwriting, smudged in blue gel pen ink. It was cute, sweet, endearing from a young thing like you. Made him feel sick and perverse, adjust the tightness that began around his crotch - because it felt so fucking dirty to be some turned on by a kind gesture. Especially a gesture from something as sweet and innocent looking as you.

All of those thoughts in his mind brought to a painful, stirring silence. Price would've almost felt shame for his next actions, the somehow graphic act of taking a huff of the sweetly scented drink made just for himself by you. The smearing of his finger tips against the note and getting a faint whiff of your sweet scented hand cream, the one you keep in the staff fridge, bitching at anyone who touches at it (something he was personally victim to).

The gentle, candied scent was enough to make his cock stir; rub against the rough fabric of his boxers, through his pants, through to his palm that somehow assisted in a slow, grinding motion against his self. His hand tilting backwards, eyes rolling back. Was the door locked? He wondered, not bothering to even give himself a glance at the knob to see if the slit was tilted horizontally or vertically; none of it mattered, too consumed by the peak edge he needed.

Too consumed by filthy, tainted thoughts of you. Your lips smeared in his own milk white sperm, no doubt still virile despite his years of maturity; wondered if his load would take if you just gave him the chance. Wondered if you'd pant, or moan his name. If your cunt dripped or creamed around his throbbing cock; what he'd kill to see your entire body trembling from a few bounces against him. Shove his calloused fingers into that pretty mouth of yours, begging you to be silent, and good.

You would be his first and final; a crossing thought that blurred past his mind. And the thought of putting a pretty jewel on that little ring finger of yours made him audibly gasp, sweat droplets splatter down from his cheek to his chin. And you, you're so young, full of potential. A real energetic pup that would probably eagerly teach him all the ways to make you feel good.

By now, Price was roughly, almost brutishly, fisting his own cock. Panting and hunched over the pretty note made by pretty you. His eyes squeezed shut as he bit into his fist, trembling at the splattering liquid that filled his palm. Droplets hitting the floor beneath him, a mess that would be so fucking frustrating to clean; the last thought on his mind.

Because how could he focus when you stood at the other side of the desk, a palm on either side as you leaned forward. So softly whispering: "Cap'n, did you like the coffee that much?"

Virgin! Price, who gives you the honor of being the first missus to wrap a warm mouth and plump lips against the tip of cock, kitten licks to clean away pearly beads of arousal that dribbled down the shaft. His clean hand rubbing your scalp so gently, humming soft, purring coos; mentally pondering your ring size as you greedily fit him inside your mouth. Whining vibrations fading the thought away once again.

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[lipglossanon]

Bonfire

stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: stepcest, dirty talk, kissing, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, condescending kink, degradation kink, size kink, cock bulge, creampie

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“There’s a leaf in your hair.”

You pluck the shriveled leaf from Leon’s hair and toss it to the ground before brushing the strands back down. 

“Thanks,” he grins at you, tossing another broken branch onto the fire. 

You settle down next to him on the fallen log, drawing your knees up to rest your elbows on them. 

“So how’re you doing, Lumberjack Leon?”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing, “I didn’t even cut any wood, just gathered it together. And the fire’s going, so how do you think?”

You laugh and poke his side, “Cranky is what I think. Besides it was your idea to make a bonfire in the woods, to make it a real experience.”

He hands you a stick with the end carved to a point, “It’s better like this,” he leans over and grabs the pack of hotdogs, “besides who likes roasting weenies in the front yard?”

You shrug and bite back the sarcastic remark lingering on your tongue. He opens the hotdogs and pierces one on the end of your stick before repeating the process for himself. 

“Why aren’t we doing s’mores?”

The smirk crossing his face makes you regret asking especially when he replies with, “S’more of what?”

You squint your eyes at him, “You know what I mean.”

He laughs and it makes your heart flutter. 

“We were out of marshmallows,” he shifts closer so your arms are pressed together, “so next best thing, right?”

You lean into his side, copying him as he places the hotdog into the fire. 

“Yeah, this is pretty fun.”

“See?” he murmurs against your hair, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

You both slip into a comfortable silence, listening to the crackle of fire and the rustle of dry leaves from the slight wind. After you both roast and eat the hotdogs, you move to sit side saddle across Leon’s lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and laying your head into the crook of his neck. 

“Not a bad impromptu date, huh Princess,” he murmurs, jostling you a little as he stokes the fire. 

The sudden rush of giddiness at his words makes you feel dizzy and you nod against him. 

“Although maybe let your girlfriend know next time,” you mumble into his neck, “I could’ve brought something.”

“Nah,” he chuckles, sound vibrating against your body, “s’my idea, no reason for you to do anything.”

You frown even though he can’t see it and pinch his side. 

He grunts and pinches your leg in retaliation, “What’s your problem, now?”

“I could’ve brought a blanket at least,” you poke his chest. 

He scoffs and tugs you closer into his lap, “Next time then, princess.”

You pull back with a smile, “Deal.”

Kissing him on the cheek, he turns his head and catches your lips with him. Soft kisses slowly morph into a more heated make out, Leon’s tongue licking into your mouth as you moan. You turn, straddling his hips allowing you to grind against him more easily. 

Feeling his cock pressing against your cunt makes you rock down even harder pulling a low groan from his throat.

“Trying to rile me up, princess?” He growls against your neck before biting down. 

“Is it working?” You gasp as his mouth kisses across your throat before biting down on the other side. 

You hear as he unzips his jeans, eyes quickly darting down to watch as he pulls his thickening cock from his boxers. 

“Help me take these jeans off of you and I’ll show you how good it’s working,” he grits out. 

Standing up, you awkwardly shuffle out of your jeans. You go to slide your panties off and Leon puts a hand out to stop you. 

“We’ll just push those to the side,” he yanks you down into his lap, “now sit this pretty pussy on my dick, little sis.”

Shivering, from both his words and the cooler air on your bare legs, you rock against his dick, the damp material of your panties clinging to the outline of your cunt. 

“Fuck me, that’s so sexy,” he groans, rutting against you and smearing precum against the fabric. 

“Want it,” you whisper, hands going around his shoulders, nails digging into his back. 

“Yeah? Want big brother to stuff this cute little pussy?” He grins, reaching down to move the gusset of your panties over, “damn, you’re so fucking wet.”

Whining, you grind down, rubbing slick all over Leon’s cock until he’s pressing the fat tip past your dripping hole. 

“That’s it, sit on it, princess,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut as you hump down on his dick, “can y’feel big brother’s cock stretching out your cunt?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, clit throbbing as he grabs your hips and pulls you down hard, shoving the rest of his cock into your soaked pussy. 

“Oh god,” you choke out, toes curling in their socks, “s’too big, always so big.”

He laughs, making you clench around his dick.

“I know, this tight princess pussy just never seems to be able to take it,” he leans forward and sucks a mark into your neck, “but damn if you don’t greedily suck me in every time.”

His palm presses down hard on your abdomen and he hisses, “Can feel my cock in you.”

He presses harder as he fucks up into you and he drags across your g-spot roughly. You shudder, cunt pulsing and clenching around his dick as you orgasm from the stimulation. 

“Did you just—fuck,” he growls, picking you up to shove you back down, bullying his fat cock into your cunt, “lemme use you, little sis.”

You weakly cry out and clench around him, “Too much.”

“Shhh, fleshlights don’t talk, baby.”

Your whole body shudders at his words and you slump against him, letting Leon bounce you on his dick however he likes. 

“Big brother,” you slur against his neck, “m’pussy is too sensitive.”

“Aww is it?” He coos, hand slipping between your body to circle your clit making your legs kick out. 

“B-big brother!” 

He groans loudly, “Yeah that’s it, fuck you’re so goddamn tight. Take it, take it.”

You can only drool all over his shoulder as Leon’s cock fucks your squelching pussy, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. 

“I know you can cum again, princess,” Leon whispers hotly in your ear, “c’mon soak my cock and I’ll breed this sweet little pussy.”

His fingers flick and rub your pudgy clit faster and faster until your hips are swiveling down onto Leon’s dick.

“Ooh, good girl,” he mocks making you whine, “can’t believe you’d let me fuck you outside like this, what a dirty little sister.” 

Not able to stop yourself, you drop your hips up and down onto his lap, fucking his cock so deep it’s bruising your cervix. 

“That’s it, take me all the way in,” he groans, grinding against the opening to your womb, “w’nna breed you baby sis, stuff you so full of cum you’re dripping the rest of the night.”

“Do it,” you whimper, “cum inside me, want it so bad, big brother.”

He angles his cock so he’s scraping against your g-spot every time the tip’s bumping into your cervix. His fingers keep up the rough pace on your slippery clit and you finally snap, orgasm making you spine arch as fireworks explode behind your eyes. 

“Fuck, gonna cum, fuck,” Leon moans, pulling you down as he thrusts up, cum shooting out from his tip, hot sticky jizz coating your pussy walls. 

Your cunt milks and pulses around his cock as he finishes off inside you. With a low groan, he slips out, quickly moving your panties back in place. You feel as his hot cum slowly oozes from your used cunt. 

“Let’s douse this fire and get back in the house,” he kisses the bite mark on your neck, “wanna eat you out in the shower.”

Shakily standing up, you slip back on your jeans as Leon puts out the fire. Once you’re both ready, he grabs your hand and leads you back to the house. 

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[b00kdiary]

Unexpected (VI)

Aemond Targaryen X Betrothed Baratheon reader

Aemond Targaryen is sent to Storm's End to secure a marriage pact to gain the Baratheon's alliance in the war. And yet, when he discovers Y/N Baratheon, the black sheep of her family, hidden away at his arrival, he knows that fate has predestined their meeting. He has to have her.

Warning: LONG chapter, violence, swearing, mature content (18 +) FINAL

Masterlist (Aemond Targaryen)

“An eye for an eye!”

I heard the exclaim one second and then the next, I see the dagger in the brunette girl's hand, see the shine of the blade's edge glistening as if dives down straight for Y/N’s breakable heart.

“No!” I scream out in a voice I can scarcely recognise and I barely reach in time to throw back her chair, but still, I watch in horror as that blade sinks deep into the flesh above her chest and blood runs, dark and endless.

Y/N cries out as it slashes into her, falling back with her chair at the strength of my shove.

My mind reels, hot bright red covering my gaze and with utter wrath at the cries and terror around me, I unsheathe the dagger at my side, my own chair falling back as I stab it up and forward, into the waiting girl's stomach.

She lurches, grunting but I can barely think from the endless thrumming in my blood, the relentless fire coating my tongue. I grab the servant girl by the front of her frock, ripping her forward and slamming her into the table before me, that dagger still sinking into the warmth of her belly.

I twist it in blood gushing and I am growling, roaring, seething like the monster that she has turned me into, toxic madness filling me as she sobbed at the pain.

My eyes flare at the dagger that falls from her small limp hands.

The dagger that was coated in my Lady’s blood.

“Who sent you?” I demand, gripping my fingers and digging my nails into the base of tan her neck as I hold her up to my face. She pants, tears staining as she grist her teeth and I yet again screw that dagger embedded in her, revelling at the broken pleas that escape her mouth.

“Aemond” I can faintly hear my mother desperately calling me, faintly feel her tugging at my arms, and yet nothing can cool my anger, nothing can ease the boiling need for vengeance in my veins.

“Who fucking sent you?!” I demand again, my voice so savage and hoarse that she flinches, shuddering and weakening as the blood pooled and leaked out of the mortal wound I had dealt her.

“An eye for an eye” She gasps out, her hazel eyes fluttering from the exertion, but I shake her again furiously, slamming her back into the table. I hear my mother yell at me again, crying now, but I still don’t let her go, I could not, would not let her go.

“Who?” I hiss, teeth clenching “Was it my fucking whore sister? Who fucking sent you?”

“You stole her son” She choked, head lolling side to side and her curly brown locks matting to the sweat on her head and blood now leaking from her mouth, “You stole what she loved, and she will steal what you love too.”

My blood goes cold at the words, my body tensing and freezing.

“She will never stop” The girl continues, a small and vicious smile now gracing her blueing lips “She will kill everything and everyone you love, just as you have done to her.” I grimace, opening my mouth to speak but I pause at that cold emotionless void I find.

I baulk as she grabs two shaky, weak hands onto my own, and within seconds she is pushing with all her might, pushing that dagger deeper into her stomach, all the way to the hilt.

I gape as she chokes, groaning, crying out at the pain before slowly her body stops tremoring, her hands fall to her side and she collapses lifelessly from my hold.

Eyes open.

Lips curled into a smile.

I shudder back, my hand ripping from the dagger, dark blood now coating it like a glove.

“Aemond!” My mother rushes to me, her eyes wide and alert, her hands running over my face and my body as she cries and gasps, as she checks to ensure that I am ok. I grab her wrecked and unsteady hands, blood smearing as I try to calm her.

“I am fine, I am-“

My Lady.

The terror knocks me like a blow to the gut, and I stumble back, my own hands now shaking and I see that knowing and pained sheen in my mother’s eye.

No.

I turn, so fast my head spins and look at the girl now laid out, sprawled lifelessly on the floor, her once cream dress now almost completely stained red. Her mother was at her side gripping her hand, sobbing, wailing, fighting off the hold of her husband who too was gritting his teeth and shedding tears for his daughter.

No.

I rush towards her and collapse on my knees beside her.

Blood.

There was so much blood.

“No no no no no” I whisper hoarsely, shaking my head as my hands move to cup her face. “My Lady, no no, do not do this to me” I beg, my voice cracking as I feel the coldness of her skin, feel the limpness of her head as it falls to the side and remains there.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted slightly and her body was still and silent with her hand splayed over her stomach, utterly immovable.

She looked like she was asleep.

“Do not do this to me!” I roar, my head falling to her chest, red now soaking into the silver locks of my hair as it brushes against the still bleeding wound there and I can barely think nor can I see for the tears that fog my vision.

“Y/N please” I rasp with tears against her neck, my left hand tightly wrapped around her body while my right soothes her wrecked hair, desperate to keep her close. “Please, I cannot live without you” The words are a breathless murmur, the pain coiling in my chest and the shattering of my heart suffocating me as I breathe in that familiar smell of jasmine against her soft skin.

I freeze at the sound of a wheezed gasp of breath.

My lungs stop at the shudder I feel against my cheek.

“Oh thank the gods” Her mother cries out, the sound hit me like ice-cold water.

I shoot up, my chest seizing from hope, from fear and grief and only when my eye locks onto her face do I finally release a broken and desperate breath.

I watch as her tender eyes flutter, watch as her lips part open and her head shifts.

I nearly sobbed at the croak of pain that escapes her dry and aching mouth.

“The Maester” I yell, my head snapping up, looking past the worry and tears of my mother and Helaena, past the sobbing four Baratheon daughters and the other endless guards.

“Get the fucking Maester now” I demand, watching the chaos ensue as several people run off to follow through with the command, fear filling them at the world-ending promise in my eye.

I sink back onto my knees, my body weak and shaking, as I reach forward to cup Y/N’s tremoring face, and though her eyes were still closed I found solace in the faint rise and fall of her chest and the small wheezed breaths that escape her lips.

“You’re going to live” I croaked, my face tensing with determination as I moved to kiss her cheek, “You are going to fucking live and we are going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

I swear that her breath sucks in and out stronger in reply to my words.

***

Everything hurt.

All I can comprehend is darkness and shadows and the fact that every morsel of my being ached and burned like wildfire.

I feel my brain regain consciousness, feel the heaviness of my sore eyelids as they remained shut and felt the softness of the silks that enveloped my agonised body as every sense awoke again.

I flutter my eyelids, the action taking more effort and exhaustion than ever before and I fight against the harshness of the sudden light, fight against the burning and tears that begin to leak down my face.

I blink several times, acquainting myself with the unfamiliar walls of a room that was not mine, acquainting myself with every inch of my new surroundings and the fog of my memory of how I ended up here.

My breathing stalls.

“An eye for an eye”

The servant girl stabbed me, I realised, the answering thrum of pain that shoots through me a sure reminder.

I sigh, wincing slightly as I look from the open window cascading out to the orange-hewed sky and my head lolls to the right, my body relaxing at the sight there.

Aemond was sat upon a chaise, sleeping.

My face softens, tears filling my eyes at how at peace he looked, slumped in his chair with his head leant against his clenched fist. I take in the blood-stained and creased white undershirt, the patches of red soaked into the silver locks of his hair and the dried crusted coat against his hands.

He had been here for a very long time.

I groan quietly, desperate not to wake him from his slumber as I take in the loose and soft black men's shirt I wore and the lack of anything else. I cringed as I pulled the material down, huffing at the sight of my chest bandaged, soaked with blood dark enough that it looked black and the bruised and welted skin that peaked out on the sides.

I bite my lip to mask the pain that shoots through my chest and arms as I move to sit up, but the shifting of my body is enough to alert Aemond beside me.

I startle as he jumps, eye wide and hands falling to his dagger with utter alarm and ruthless promise as he searches the surrounding for the threat. I pant slightly as his tense face sweeps the area before eventually falling to me.

My heart frowns at the way his face lights upon seeing me awake.

“My Lady?” He whispers, a broken voice as he stares at me in disbelief and it takes every part of me to not throw myself at him, to not kiss that devastation from his beautiful face.

I open my mouth, but the trauma of my wound and all that has happened has dried out my throat and all that escapes my parted lips is a throaty and dry cough, one that leads to an endless flurry of coughs and wheezes that has my body seizing in agony and tears start leaking.

Aemond starts, his face falling as he grabs the glass at his side, his hands physically shaking as he pours water from the jug into it and brings it to me. I try to stifle my wheezes as he brings the cup to my lips, his hands tender as he holds the back of my neck to keep me up.

I nearly sight at the feeling of the cold water against my parched and barren mouth, my body calming in contentment as it seeps into my mouth, gliding like heaven down my aching throat and into my body.

I nod to him as he pulls the glass away, watching his weary eyes as his tense and still body places it atop the drawer beside me, within reach.

“My Prince-“

“I should call the Maester” He cuts in firmly, his body quick to stand and move as he looks away from me. I gasp, my hand lunging forward to grab him but the movement has me grunting out harshly, the pull ripping pain through me so thoroughly that I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming.

“My Lady” Prince Aemond chokes, collapsing onto the bed beside me in a heartbeat, his hands enclosing my body and pressing my head to his chest. I can feel his body trembling, feel the unsteadiness of his hands as he tries to soothe against my loose hair.

I grit my teeth, swallowing down the bile in my throat at that fire now lessening and I take in the strength of his body against mine, the pine scent of his skin, and the feeling of his warm breath on my skin as I reel myself back to reality.

I lift my weak head, eyes fluttering as I try to look at him.

“Are you alright?” He demands, voice shaky, hands now running up my neck and clasping my face “Does it hurt? Is it bleeding?” His words grow hectic, alarm and fear and hysteria coating his tone as his eye flickers madly over my face, over my body.

“I should call the master-“

I cut off his blind panic, my chest tightening at the unparallel fear that has paralyzed him as I lift my hand to cup his cheek, to bring his face closer to mine.

He exhales harshly as I rest my forehead against his, his eye shuttering and lips thinning at the feeling of me against him, at my smooth touch rubbing his jaw and calming his tenseness.

“I am ok, My Prince” I whisper, my voice cracked but still I keep my tone firm and sure “I am alive, and I am safe. I am with you.”

His face shatters, and my heart seizes in my chest at the broken and wrecked Prince before me.

“You died-“ His words break away, his voice cracking as a tear slips down his pained face “I tried to stop her but she still got you and you were on the floor, and you died-“

“Shhh” I feel my own tears begin to leak too, feel them fall and soak in my shirt, mixing with his as I keep us pressed together. His eye meets mine, darkened by shadows and guilt. “I am here with you now My Prince. I am here because you pushed me out of the way, she would have put that dagger straight to my heart if it were not for you.”

“If it were not for me no one would be attacking you with daggers, to begin with,” He hisses, eye flaring as he rips himself back from me, leaning back as he shakes his head in utter fury. I furrow my brow, confusion filling me.

“What?” I whisper and he frowns, remorse lighting his dark face.

“She was sent by Rhaenyra, an eye for an eye” I gape as the reality of his words sink in, and I see how his entire body shudders too “Someone I love in exchange for the son that she loved.”

I sigh, taking in all the information and I can see already how he has condemned himself, how he has blamed himself and played judge, jury and executioner for his crimes.

“I will not blame you for hating me,” He says quietly, his jaw locked as he looks away from me “I will understand if you desire to nullify the marriage, no one will stop you or fight you should you decide to return to Storm’s End with your father, I would not-“

“You fucking bastard” I hiss.

His eye snaps to me, surprise and hurt lighting his face as he looks at me, taking in the sneer and watering eyes.

“Y/N, I-“

“No” I cut in sternly, anger lighting my face. “No.”

He stops, dejection on his face, as he interprets my words as hatred, as blaming for what has happened.

Stupid fucking Prince.

“Do you honestly think that I would ever, ever agree to that?” I demand, my voice raised higher and sharper than ever and I watch him gape with shock and pained confusion at me. “Someone tried to kill me, you nearly lost me for good and now that I am here, really here, you would willingly push me away? Again?!”

He glowers, facing tapering at me as he leans towards me, hands resting on his thigh “Exactly! Someone nearly fucking killed you and I will not put you in danger-“

“I ALREADY AM IN FUCKING DANGER!” I roar, my voice cracking severely from the power, my body lurching from pain, my wound stretching but I still don’t relent “I will always be in danger for the rest of my life.”

He grits his teeth, hurt lining his face.

“I will be in danger for the rest of my life because I love you.” His body freezes, his eye latching to me but I continue, my voice quieting “I would spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the knife that is aimed at my back because I love you and I would rather die than give you up.”

“And yet, you would so easily give me up” My voice breaks, and I see him flinch, physically flinch at the utter heartbreak and sorrow in my words.

“No no no,” He says quickly, shaking his head wildly as he leans forward and cups my soaked face in his large hands. “I do not give you up easily, I do not give you up willingly. Never.” He states firmly, his fingers digging into my cheek and jaw as if hopelessness fills him.

“You are the air in my fucking lungs and I cannot breathe without you, I cannot live without you, My Lady” He declares, his face etched with sorrow “But I cannot hold your lifeless and bleeding body like that again, cannot feel your cold skin and still heart I cannot-“

I pant at the tears that now clog his throat, at the way he shakes his head so frantically as if every memory of my dead and bleeding body was like a waking and sleeping nightmare that taunted his every moment.

“I cannot fear losing what I love for every moment of the rest of my life, I cannot do that.” He pleads. I sigh, my eyes burning as I hold my hands over his and feel the way they shake.

“I know my Prince,” I murmur, my hand moving to wipe the tears from his face “I cannot imagine what that must’ve felt like and I pray to the Gods that I never will… but I will always be a target, I will always be in danger and I can either be by your side and we live whatever life we can together, or we can both be alone and afraid, waiting in isolation for the day that the other half of us dies.”

He shudders at my words, his eye closing and I move to firmly cup his jaw, forcing his attention back to me.

Forcing him to accept my words.

“Don’t let them win, don’t let them divide us, torture us” I beseech, my eyes locked relentlessly with his. “We need each other My Prince, like air, like water and food and everything good in life, we need each other.”

Silence envelopes us as we stay held together, our bodies melding together like pieces of a puzzle, two souls made for each other forming one.

“You are right, my Y/N” He whispers, nodding, sinking into my touch “I will take however much time the gods grant me to be with you and I will cherish every precious moment as if it were my last.” My heart soars at the vow, at the resolute and deep promise in his rasped words.

I sigh into the soft and tender kiss he presses against my lips, my body liquifying and scorching at the passion and emotion behind the brush of his lips against mine, behind the restraint and control, the concern for my health that held him back from taking me fully.

“We will win this war” He laments, whispering hoarsely against my lips. “I will kill every fucking person in this realm and set them alight before anyone ever hurts you again.”

I smile, my fingers caressing the silken locks of his hair as I press my lips against his, enjoying the warmth and roughness, a whine escaping me at the faint brush of his tongue against mine.

“We will burn the world until only we remain” I mutter back, my vow shaking across him and settling between us.

***

“You may leave,” I told my handmaiden, looking up from my seat at the vanity to nod, smiling to ease the worry that coated her face. She hesitates, but still nods, bowing her head at me before fleeing from my chambers.

I sigh as the lock clicks shut behind her, turning back to the looking glass to remove the clips from my hair, and pointedly ignoring the stare of my husband that burned into my back.

“You don’t require your handmaiden to help you undress for the night?” Prince Aemond asks, and I can hear the smirk on his lips. I bite back my amusement, instead moving to run my fingers through the loose locks of my brown and soft hair.

I look through the mirror, my eyes locking with his as he sits on the edge of the bed, thighs spread and hands leant carelessly against them. I take in his raised brow and that feline smirk as he watches me.

“Why would I need her when I have my Lord Husband to assist me?” I purr back, feigned innocence coating my face as I bat my lashes at him. He chuckles low and deep, and my shivering body moves to stand as I watch him raise to his feet and move towards me.

My toes curl at the predatory intent in his eye.

I grin as he comes before me but instead of turning, I slip my hands around his neck, toying with his hair as I raise onto my toes and press my lips to his.

He returns it back instantly, his hands falling to curl at my waist and his tongue slipping into my mouth to fan against my tongue. I moan as I press my breasts against his leathers, my fingers digging as I battle my tongue with his.

The kiss is needy and raw and I take my chance to slip my hands down the front of his leathers, however, the second my hand comes in contact with the buckle, Aemond pulls away from me.

“Aemond” I sigh furiously, stepping back and frowning at the stern warning on his face.

“Y/N” He starts, his tone harsh “I have already told you, not while you are still injured-“

“It has already been a fortnight!” I exclaim, my hands rising in disbelief “The Maester cleared me as fully fit last week and yet you still refuse to touch me, we have not even consummated our marriage yet.” I feel the tears of frustration prick at my eyes and his face falls at it.

“I do not want to harm you, My Lady” He moves forward reaching for me, but I yank away, hissing as I move to the other side of the room.

I do not look at him as the tears burn my eyes, rejection and humiliation eating at me.

I loosen the ties at the back of my gown, my anger is taut as I yank and tug at the laces, even as I can't fully reach them to unhook the secures there.

He sighs dejectedly and I hear his footsteps echo closer and then halt behind me. His fingers scrape against my back and I grunt, slipping away from his hold.

“My Lady, please” He sighs, his voice gruff and when he reaches for me again, his hands languishing up my thighs and hips and waist, I let him help me.

I exhale deeply as he presses my body to his, my back flush against his chest as his hands encircle my waist and stop just below my breasts. My breathing stutters as he pushes all the hair from my neck and I groan lowly at the small and wet kisses he places against the column of my neck.

“Aemond” I moan, enjoying how his hands tighten at his name on my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as he scrapes his teeth against my pulse point, sucking lightly to bruise the sensitive skin there.

I pant as his hands move back to the laces, his nimble fingers making quick work of unhooking and removing the ties and I sigh as the dress loosens and I tug it down, off my shoulder, over my aching breasts and down to pool at my feet on the floor.

Prince Aemond pulls back, eye blazing as he takes in the champagne sheer and short chamise I was wearing, his eye trailing like fire over the thin straps, and low neck that exposed my cleavage and heavy breasts, before grazing down to how it hugged my curved hips and soft belly, stopping at the middle of my thick thighs.

“Hmm” The sound was a savage and carnal growl deep in his throat as he took me in, his body clenching with need and lust and I whine as I inch myself closer to him.

“My Prince” I call, my voice laced with yearning and his eye shutters at the tone “ Please, I need you.”

He grunts at my pleading, his resolve softening and I watch as his eye falls from my face to the scabbed and purple stitched scar that now graces my chest, just above the curve of my breast. My heart ached at the hurt on his face but I gasped as his head dipped and he pressed a feathery kiss just above it.

When he looks back up at me, I can see the decision on his face.

I groan into the wild kiss he pulls me into, revelling in how his hands pull me flush against him and I'm quick to dig my nails into his hair and cup his jaw to keep him unnaturally close.

My body sparks in recognition of his fierce lips on mine, the nostalgia of the night in the library lighting me on fire as his tongue fans mine and his hands squeeze my hips and then settle against my ass, kneading it with reverence.

I gasp as he lifts me, his hands under my waist and I’m quick to wrap my legs around him, the feeling of my core settling against his hips enough to make me whine. He snickers as he kisses me again, our bodies flushed and his hands firm on my ass to keep me up.

Our teeth clash and tongues battle as I feel him turn, easily and smoothly walking over to the bed and I shiver at the wind that cascades over me as he gently drops me to the plushness. He stays bent, his lips kissing mine with need and utter want.

I sigh as he again kisses down my neck, his hot tongue trailing over my skin and sucking against spots that have me whimpering and my thighs clenching.

He doesn’t waste time, not as I feel his hands fall to the bottom of my chaise and I’m eager to help as he shimmies it up my thighs and over my ass, pulling away from my neck to pull the material over my head and onto the floor.

I shake under his eye, under that dark and lust-filled storm that clouds his gaze as he takes in my heavy and peaked breasts, gazes over my soft stomach and supple hips and then rests between the slightly parted thighs.

Red, hot embarrassment and shyness eat at me and I cringe as I close my legs, my hands instinctively going to my breasts to cover myself.

It felt wrong to be so naked before him like this.

“No no” He tuts, his face tapering with ire as he gently slaps my hands from my breasts, his hands falling to part my tense and unsure thighs. I watch his eye spark, see that delicious grin grace his perfect mouth. “I want to see every inch of you, My Lady”

My body was alight at his gaze but my heart felt at ease at the look of desire, at the pure attraction and lust that coated his face.

I battle with myself as he watches me but with a shaky hand, I place my finger against the band of his eye patch.

“Y/N” He warns, face dropping as his body tenses.

“I want to see the real you” I whisper back, utter truth behind my words.

“I do not want to scare you,” He says grimly and I frown at his words.

“My Prince, I am here bare before you, scars on my body and all,” I say, and his eye drops with tenderness to my wound “I want you bare too, scars and all.”

He sighs, contemplating and my breath stutters as he brings up his hand, grabbing mine and together we grip the leather strap and pull it off his head.

I let the material slip through my fingers, too enraptured with the sight before me to care.

Aemond does not baulk, he stares at me facing my judgement head on and yet, I have little to say, too in awe of its perfection.

The sapphire in place of his eye, framed by the pink long scar somehow made him even more beautiful.

I shake my head, a disbelieving laugh escaping me and I watch his brow furrow in confusion. I don’t say anything, merely cupping his jaw and bringing my lips to his in a desperate and feeling kiss, and I feel him melt into it with relief.

We pull back, and I kiss his scar, kissing up the jagged skin and across the sapphire until I reach the top of the scar at his brow.

“Perfect” I whisper softly and he smirks at me, even as his eye holds the vulnerability of his heart.

My breathing stutters as the Prince smirks, sinking down onto his knees and leaning forward, his face level with my bare cunt. I hesitate, thighs clenching and I feel the heat travel up my neck as he chuckles, enjoying the utter confusion and worry marring my face.

“My Prince, what are you doing?” I ask unsurely, my throat clogging as I watch him settle, hands rubbing up and down my thighs to ease me.

“Trust me, sweet girl” He purrs, eye shining like the stone on the other side “You are going to enjoy this. Just relax.” He ushers me back, and I lean on my hands with bated breath as he slowly inches my thighs apart, revealing me completely to him.

I blush as he groans, growling with approval as he takes in my wet cunt and I bite my lip at how delighted he seems.

What was he doing?

“So pretty” He croons softly, his head dropping to kiss up my thighs and my entire body tenses and scorches as he gets closer to the peak of my thighs.

“My Prince, what-“

I moan out, my body shuddering as his tongue flicks out and licks a brazen stroke up the length of my core.

I don’t have time to comprehend or question him, not as he hums in praise before his head dives back in between my thighs, his tongue now flicking sure and steady against a particularly pleasurable spot.

“Oh, My Prince” I moan, eyes fluttering at that ember that sparks in more core, my hands falling to curl into his hair as he holds strong hands around my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh to keep my writhing body still.

I can’t help the gasps and whines that escape me, can't help how my head falls back and my back arches as he keeps his lips close around that bud, his mouth sucking and tongue lapping against me with reverence and need.

“Fuck, you taste like sin” He praises, pulling back with wet lips and a feral grin. I’m choking back a gasp as he begins to flick his tongue against me faster, his own moans of pleasure reverberating through me and making my toes curl.

His right-hand slips free of my thigh, his fingers coming to my core and I feel him gather the wetness there, his tongue still lapping at me, more leisurely now. I huff at the feeling of one of his long, thick fingers prodding me and I groan at the sudden pressure and stretch of his finger sinking inside of me deep.

“Shit, shit” I cry, hands clenching into the sheets at my side as he drags that finger in and out of me, matching the pace of his tongue.

I feel an unfamiliar coiling in my core, feel that brazen fire fanning and igniting and I can barely think as it builds.

“Aemond, I don’t, gods I don’t know-“

He groans, slipping in another finger and I cry out at the stretch, at that burn, and yet that fire still dwells within me.

Prince Aemond must recognise my body's reactions, recognise how I was falling apart as in tandem, his tongue laps harshly against me as his fingers rock into me with speed and severity and it’s not long before I’m breaking apart.

“Aemond” I scream, crying out as the tether within me snaps, that familiar burn of orgasm rutting through me, though this was far more intense far more all-consuming as my core began to pulsate and my thighs shook from exertion.

He hums again, popping off with wetness from me and slipping free his fingers as I pant, my body still shaking from the aftermath of his ministrations.

He smiles as he raises up, kissing my lips with my wetness still on him, and my body thrums with thrill and embarrassment as I taste my sweetness against his mouth.

“Mmm, I think I could feast between your pretty thighs for the rest of my life, My Lady” He purred, hands running up my body to cup my plump breasts.

I blush, moaning at the feel of his fingers squeezing my taut nipples and I’m already desperate for more.

I kiss him, slower and steadier, enjoying how expertly his tongue moved against mine, how sure and ready he was as he guided me through it, as his hands still played with my sore breasts. I don’t hesitate to run my hands down his chest, tugging at the buckles with ire.

“You’re wearing too many clothes” I pout, annoyance filling me at my bareness and his lack of it.

“Indeed, My Lady” He chuckles, smirking at my frown and he kisses my cheek and whispers “Why don’t you help me get out of them?”

I grin, all too eager to help and my slightly shaky hands move forwards, unclipping the hooks and buckles that secure the leathers to his broad chest. I see the first peak of his pale skin underneath and I feel my body tighten as I move the material off his shoulders and down his back.

His body was chiselled and strong, his chest broad and muscled and his stomach lightly rippled with hardness. I can't help but stare, can't help the wetness that gathered between my thighs again at how perfectly built he was.

I flushed, ducking my head at the smirk he throws my way, his laugh flittering to me at the admiration and awe across my face and I sigh at the chaste and loving kiss he presses to my lips.

I exhale harshly as my tentative hands run across his hard chest and down the smoothness of his stomach and stop, my eyes wide in question, as I reach the band of his breeches.

“You may have me in whatever way you wish, My Lady” He mutters, his eye dark in anticipation, even his sapphire seemed to glisten with want.

I bite my lip, and with as much steadiness as I can muster, I unlace the breeches and slowly pull down the material. I gasp as his length slides out, hard and strong as it hits up and against his navel. I remain silent, marvelling at his size and girth, even as heat presses up my neck and cheeks.

I look up at Aemond, but his face is passive and patient and he waits for me to decide what happens next.

“May I…” I pause, biting my cheek as I look meekly at him “May I touch you?”

He smiles, soft and tender and the firm nod he gives me is enough for me to relax and move my hand forward.

He hisses in a sharp breath as my fingers curve around his length and I immediately stop.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, frowning, worry coating my face.

“No, no,” He says lowly, teeth-gritting “It’s just sensitive.”

I frown, moving back to look down and I experimentally wrap my grip further around him, feeling his body tense and shake as I slowly move my hand up and down his hardness. I see pearls of white gathered at the tip, and I cock my head as I brush a thumb against it in curiosity.

“Gods” Aemond groans, moaning lightly and my nipples tighten in response to the sound.

I revel in his gasped breaths and quiet moans and I feel my confidence come in as my grip tightens and I move my hand up and down in surer, firmer strokes. Aemond grunts, eye shuttering and I frown when his hand comes to stop my movements.

“Was I doing it wrong?” I ask unsurely and his face drops into surprise, his hand coming to cup my jaw.

“Not at all, My Lady” He laughs, his eye dark “But if you continue like that I will not last long.” I bite my lip, my cheeks tinting at the insinuation behind the words and I nod timidly, feeling his hot breath against me as he huffs in amusement.

His lips meet mine again and I’m melting into him as he moves, standing and together, lips still connected we move back further up the bed and lay, my head against the pillows as he leans atop me.

“Are you sure that you wish to continue?” He asks, eye glancing worried at my scar but I hadn’t felt even a twinge of pain.

“I am sure, My Prince,” I say softly, kissing his lips, “Take me, please.”

He groans at my desperate words and it's not long before he is kissing me again, lips moving passionately and greedily against mine as he lowers his body and shifts. I moan as his tip runs up and down the length of my core, gathering the utter wetness there as he is still at my entrance.

I exhale shakily, preparing myself for the pain that I’d heard rumours of.

His eye softens in understanding and he presses a sweet kiss against my cheek as he lines himself up.

“I will try to push all the way in, once I do it will be easier” he whispers, his lips brushing my cheek in reassurance “If you cannot handle it, tell me and I will pull out.”

I nod, my hand cupping his jaw and running comfortingly over the scar there and he smiles softly.

I whine as he pushes in, first at the pressure of it but then the further in he goes the more pain that erupts inside me. I cry out at that endless ache that fills me as he slowly inches further in, gritting his teeth as he does so.

Tears prick my eyes and my body is alight with pain, feeling cleaved in two as he rips through my maidenhead. I gasp, burying my head in his shoulder as he sinks in the last few inches, his hips now brushing mine and halts.

I gasped, crying slightly as he pulls back, his pants hot and steady against me.

“You’re doing so well, sweet girl” He whispers, kissing my hot tears, and his hand cups and plays with my breast, mixing pleasure in with the pain that was now starting to dull.

I look up at him through my foggy gaze and as I shift my hips experimentally, that ache still burning through me I cringe. Aemond looks near exploding but still for my sake he controls himself, even as his body shakes from restraint.

“Move, My Prince” I whisper hoarsely, shifting my hips and moaning slightly “I need you to move”

He nods, gritting his teeth and with deliberate slowness, he pulls out inch by inch, allowing me to accommodate him as he pulls to the tip. I whine as he pushes back in, a bit faster and sinks in a little deeper than before, my back arching at the pressure.

I moan as his head dips, lips wrapping around a nipple as he sucks and bites the sensitive flesh and his hips move against me, rocking in deep and sturdy.

I feel the pain slowly fade away, the first embers of pleasure crawling in as he nudges against a sore spot, one that has my eyes fluttering and my breath quickening.

“That’s it” He praises, moaning low in his throat as he moves against me faster “Feel how good you fit around my cock, My Lady.”

I whimper at the filthy words, my hands clawing onto his shoulders as he fucks in and out of me, brushing against my walls so perfectly that I can scarcely hold in my moans or stop my body from arching and shaking.

“Aemond” I cry, nails digging into his skin as he bites at the column of my throat “More, more, please”

My begging is heard as Aemond, moves my legs and I wrap them around his waist, nearly sobbing as he sinks in further and at a different angle, the feeling so overwhelming that whines of his name are all that escape me.

“Oh fuck, I am not going to last long” He growls, fondling my breast and watching my contorted and breathless face as I rock against him.

That all-consuming pleasure builds in my core again and my body begins to thrash and my moans increase as it hits me fast and hard and damning.

“Just like that” Aemond rasps, capturing my lips and I feel his own body begin to stutter.

I cry out, my core erupting and my body writhing and arching as yet again I come, shattering and splintering with Aemond’s name a prayer on my lips. I clench repeatedly, palpitating and Aemond groans, growling as he rocks against me faster, and I cry as he juts up brutally, feeling his body begin to stutter.

He moans, low and guttural against my ear and my body lights as his hot seed leaks into me settling, and I shudder at the aftermath of pleasure that still courses through my blood and veins.

Aemond’s pants are exerted and breathless as he lifts up before me, his face inches from mine and that sapphire shines with unparallel beauty.

I smile gently, lifting my hand to his face, our sticky bodies melting together as the silence and darkness of the night settle in around us.

Aemond presses a kiss to my cheek, pulling out ever so gently from me and he leans in to kiss fully against my lips. I grin, laughing slightly as I kiss him back, my heart so full that it was close to exploding.

I bite my lip as he pulls back, and I cannot stop myself from clasping his jaw, looking deep into his gorgeous and sparkling blue eye.

“My Prince?” I say softly.

“Yes, My Y/N” He replies, smirking mischievously as he brushes his mouth along my neck and jaw.

“Can we go to the Dragon Pit and ride Vhagar tomorrow?” I ask gently and he laughs, the sound a roar of delight, and I grin at how his face creases, his eye lighting with utter joy and amusement.

He chuckles lowly, locking eyes with me as he smirks, and presses a long and lovely kiss to my needy lips.

“We can do whatever you wish, My Lady” He rasps, smiling “It is only you and I forever.”

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"Yall in there fuckin?"

Warning: smut - simple as that

He shut the bathroom door quickly. His back to it as he panted. The tent in his pants raised higher. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Just a minute ago, he was playing the game of Life with all of his friends. You sat next to him on your knees on the ground laughing and touching his thigh so innocently. He was so flustered and he hoped no one noticed. He knew each touch was innocent but he couldn't help but to think so naughty. He imagined you making lewd noises as he pushed his fingers into your wet cunt. He had never touched it before but he could only imagine how good you felt. He began to reach for the tent in his pants. He slowly unzipped his zipper, pulled down his pants, and touched his large cock which dripped with precum. He hissed at the feeling of just touching it. How could you make him this hard? He wished you knew how you make him feel. He began to stroke it as he bit his lip, hoping no one realized how long he was gone.

His mind drifted to your body and how your skin was so soft. He loved your smile, he could imagine himself rubbing his cock across those beautiful lips. He pumped a little faster thinking of your face covered in his cum. Little moans of your name slipped out. If you only knew what he was doing to the thought of you. You and him had been friends for years. Always flirting when the group hung out together. He loved how your soft hands brushed his arm as you blushed at something he had said. Everyone would joke and try to set y'all up on dates. You both were too shy to actually go through with it. His mind flooded with thoughts of you. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the knot in his stomach approach. Then there was a knock on the door. "Hey, are you okay?" He froze. It was you. Your angelic voice made him get harder. The feeling of reaching his climax was pushed back as he mustered up the words to respond. "Mhm." was all he could manage to get out. "Are you sure? I can come in if you like." You offered. Your voice was so enticing to him. 'Fuck it', he thought as he cracked the door letting you slip inside. You slip through the small opening and shut the door behind you. You turned around and stopped when you looked at the sight of him holding his cock in his hands. Your face heated up as you looked away and bit your lip. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock. You gasped once you made contact with it. This action causes your body to get closer. The heat radiates from both of you. He used his other hand to grab your face and kiss you. You tensed but then melted into his touch. Your hand wrapped around his extremely hard cock, lips never leaving each other. He jumped at the motion. You started to pump your hand as he moaned against your lips. Your lips broke free as you stared him in the eyes as you continued to stroke him. "Fuck." was all he could get out. You smiled innocently. From just looking at your face and that smile, he wouldn't have thought you would do something so inappropriate. You slipped down his body, positioning yourself on the ground. You were face to face with his cock. You never stopped stroking it. He was ready to cum at just the sight of you but this sight made him want to explode. You kissed the tip and he sighed. You looked him in the eyes as you took him into your mouth. He moaned louder than he should have. He felt like he was in Heaven. You bobbed your head as he gripped your hair with his hands. You were taking him so well and he was so close to cumming that he began to thrust into your mouth quickly which cause you to moan, fingers playing with the heat between your legs. His thrusts became sloppy and his grip on your head loosened. You felt him twitch in your mouth. You stuck your tongue out to catch all of his cum. He groaned loudly and you smiled, tongue catching every drop of his juices. You started to close your mouth but he stuck his cock back into it to cover it in cum. He began to smear it all over your lips, shuttering at such a lewd image.

"Yall in there fucking?" A voice came outside of the door. You quickly swallowed and wiped your mouth. He got himself together quickly. "No." He said, trying to speak in his normal voice. His legs were so weak and he just looked at you. You had a smile on your face as you looked back at him. You kissed him really quickly and then opened the door to walk out like nothing happened. Your friend stood by the door with a smirk on her face. You walked past her and winked. He followed behind you both, back into the living room and tried to continue playing the games. Both of your minds were clouded with the thought of each other. You smirked at him and put your next playing card on the table.

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Disney Disney Disney.... 😊

Aladdin or Prince Eric?

Flynn or Shang?

David or Steve Rogers (since Marvel is included imma include the MCU..... I'm sorry)

Captain Hook or Smea?

Hades or Zeus?

Westley (it's on Disney+!) Or Inigo?

Mr Magoo or Mr Banks?

Ooooh there's so many! I'm sorry if I spam you. 🥲😅😳🥺

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Between Aladdin and Prince Eric, Eric for sure! He's a prince battling a seawitch for a mermaid, and he has a fluffy dog! Aladin lies to Jasmine and has a monkey...and I don't care much for either of those things!

Flynn or Shang? "You fight, good." LOL As well spoken as Shang is I will go with my boy Flynn. He finally learned there's more important things than a crown and was willing to die for Ranpunzels freedom <3

I'm guessing this is OUAT David...this is haaaaard! I mean we have "I will always find you" romantic David and but Steve is also romantic and wholesome, and they both know how to fight. Uh.... Imma flip a coin...Steve it is! I can't break up David and Mary Margaret, and Steve and I would have such romantic dates!

Is this animated Captain Hook and Smee? I'm guessing so. Either way I'd stick with Hook, in OUAT because well, HELLO, and animated because even though he acts like a menace, he's really a big baby haha

Hades or Zeus, gimme Hades! He's hilarious and maybe I can reign in that temper.

Okay so I haven't watched Princess Bride in a while but I believe I'd pick Westley for all his "as you wish" lines! I've give it another look soon!

I don't understand this one? The only Mr Magoo I can think of is the animated version haha and well, can you believe I've only watched Mary Poppins all the way through once?! But I guess I'll go Mr Banks because even if he's strict, he believes it's for everyones benefit, and he eventually becomes caring to his family. So, I'll take him over loud, near sighted Magoo!

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