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Kitty Cat Part 3 (Revised)

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Warnings:: Ettore, Male Masturbation, heavy petting, dubcon. Sexual themes and references.

You stood nearly still the only movement being your head nuzzling into ettores chest. His breathing getting harsher, and his grip on your hair was tightening.

His body feels solid but warm. He has pressed his entire frame up against yours. The pressure of which you revel in .

"You bastard! Let her go!" Came Boyse's angry voice from the doorway.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself!" She seethed as she ran over prying the two of you apart.

She turned towards you and rubbed your cheek.

"Are you OK kitty?

You nuzzle her hand with a small smile on your face.

She looked at Ettore with a fire burning in her eyes as he looked back at her with a face of indifference.

"She rubbed up against me." He shrugged and quickly left the room.

"You can't get that close to him, kitty. He's dangerous." She pulls you close to her and strokes the back of your hair.

You shrug and rub your face into Boyses shoulder. The pressure and warmth keeping you calm and grounded.

I want to get close to him again.

You don't know why, but from then on, you were trying to get close to Ettore, but you never could with the great wall of Boyse blocking your path at every turn.

You could tell Ettore was getting frustrated as he was trying to get close to you, too. He would get behind you in line for food, but Boyse would slip in between you. He would stand behind you in excercises, but Boyse would grab you and switch places, and since that laundry assignment, you and Ettore had not been assigned together again.

Weeks passed like this, and you had all but given up on trying to get to Ettore instead, focusing on keeping Boyse happy.

Boyse is the priority

On a particularly restless night, you lie in your bunk surrounded by the snores of the other girls as you stare at the bunk above you and rub your cheek on your shoulder.

Time moves too slow up here.

You have spent a lot of nights like this. Unable to sleep, the cold of the sheets on your body gave you anxiety. The hardness of what they called a mattress that you laid on making sleep a difficult thing to achieve.

As you continue to lay there, you feel a presence. Like a cold chill has swept through the room, the little hairs throughout your body standing at full attention. You lazily roll your head towards the doorway, and you see him. He's ever so silently standing there staring at you, rubbing his hand up and down his stomach slowly. He moves from his upper chest down to below his belly button before returning to his chest, to follow the motion all over again.

Come closer

You stare back at him and bring your hand to your face, and gentlt rub it against your cheek. He watches you with his mouth hanging open while he drops his hand slowly but with purpose into his sleep shorts.

You can see that his hand is moving rapidly , and you watch him, an unrecognizable want growing in your chest as you continue nuzzling into your own hand. Your eyes stay connected the entire time. There is something so strange yet so sensual in the way that you and Ettore can speak to each other without words. Eventually, he bites his bottom lip and grunts quietly before swiftly turning on his heel and walks away. You watch him walk until he is out of sight. That yearning in your chest is growing ever deeper.

Why did you go?

Your eyes travel back up to the underside of the bunk above you. Sleep is even harder to achieve since you are now left with a burning in between your thighs you don't recognize.

Ettore

You don't typically speak, butnevennif you did, you dont think that you would tell anyone about your late night visit from Ettore.

The next morning, you had an inspection by dibs, the aftermath of which had you moving very slowly due to the pain. You had never been poked and prodded this much in your life prior to boarding this ship. Especially in the area she prods.

Due to your odd behavior, you had difficulty forming normal relationships back on earth before your sentence. You've never had a boyfriend or even been kissed. So, for you, Dibs' inspections felt especially violent.

You shuffle your way to the cafeteria and look for Boyse. You're not hungry but are in desperate need of comfort. Your eyes float around the cafeteria. It's basically empty. No Boyse in sight. You see Monte sitting at one table and Ettore sitting at another.

Where is she?

You can't go to Monte. He always shoves you away when you try to make contact with him, and if you go to Ettore, Boyse might explode. You hear that familiar rushing return to your ears as you start making a whining sound and rub your face roughly against your shoulder.

Make it stop, make it stop

This causes Ettore to look up at you. A little half smirk crawls up his face as he looks around the cafeteria. A twinkle clear as day in his eye as he seems to have come to the same realization as you. No, Boyse. While this caused you great stress and anxiety, it seemed to bring a large smile to Ettore's face.

He stands in a rush, discarding his tray. He makes it a point to rub up against you as he passes. Making it seem as if he had to squeeze by. When his body comes into contact with yours, you whimper audibly.

With a small smirk on his face, he goes to exit the cafeteria. He stops in the doorway and turns around, his eyes catching yours.

He raises his hand and makes a come hither motion and very quietly says, "Come kitty".

You follow him out of the cafeteria, your feet carrying you as if you were connected to an invisible leash that Ettore was dragging behind him.

He reaches the metal ladder that leads to the box and gestures towards it "go down the ladder"

Yes

You instantly comply.

As soon as you reach the bottom and get off the ladder, it feels as if your stomach is suddenly filled to the brim with ice.

You hear the light patter of Ettores' feet as they hit each wrung of the ladder as he decends.

When he hits the bottom, you look at him with wide eyes as he decends upon you, quickly backing you up into the wall. He presses his body up against you tightly and immediately starts to shove his hand into your scrub bottoms.

Ow, ow what are you doing?

You let out a whining noise and try to move away when he brings his other hand up to your face. Gently brushing his fingers against your cheek.

"Shhh, kitty, shh," he whispers into your ear.

You feel your body begin to relax, and you nuzzle into his hand. He uses his knee to push your legs apart and quickly shoves his other hand into your underwear and into your heat.

He lets out a deep sigh into your ear once his hand reaches its destination. You continue nuzzling into his hand, purring lightly all the while. You show him no resistance.

"This is perfect," he whispers as he starts to pull your scrub bottoms down with the hand he had just had in your heat while simultaneously continuing to rub your face with the other.

Just then, you can hear that someone has started to decend the ladder. Ettore pulls your scrub bottoms back up quickly and backs away from you.

Don't go

You take a step towards Ettore, and he glares at you freezing you in your tracks.

Tchemy reaches the bottom of the ladder and jumps back when he notices you and Ettore standing there. He briefly looks between the two of you and then continues making his way to the box.

Ettore quickly makes his way back up the ladder, not casting you a second glance. Leaving you confused for a moment before making your way back up the ladder.

You start down the hallway looking for Ettore. It seems he has all but vanished.

Come back

"Kitty! There you are!" Boyses voice rings down the hallway.

You turn and see her coming towards you and you start to move quickly towards her.

"Hey how did your inspection go?" She says gently rubbing your cheek.

You make a light whimpering noise and nuzzle roughly into her hand.

"That bad, huh?" Boyse says softly.

"It's ok, kitty, come lay down." Boyse takes your hand and leads you back to the room that you share with the other female inmates.

"Lay down and rest. Movement makes it worse," she says, looking at you with a solemn expression on her face.

It's always worse

You lay down and look up at the bunk above you and close your eyes, and all you can see are the sparkling blue eyes of Ettore staring back at you.

You make a whimpering sound and whisper too low for Boyse to hear you.

"This is perfect"

A/N : for the one person who messaged me on this fic. I know he is a bad person. I am not justifying his actions, I write about what I want, and almost no one is reading this fic. Lol, let me be!

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"Yes, fill me up. Please" <<< this line had me SWEATING.

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Aemond Targaryen x wife reader

word count: 1.9k+

About: Aemond just really likes eating his wife, even when there’s a servant knocking on their door to wake them up to get ready for a mid-morning event.

Includes: explicit sexual content!

Note: hello reader! I love this place because we’re all allowed and encouraged to go a little feral for the young prince. my crush on him is insane. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! huge shout out to all the content creators and writers on this platform as you’ve all inspired me to jump on this train ♥  have an idea? I’m open to requests!

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“Good morning my beautiful wife,” Aemond whispered against your throat, his body still warm and heavy with sleep. Dipping his head he kissed the little hollow at the base of your throat, murmuring something intelligible. Beneath the covers his hands slid over your form. Despite the gentleness his calloused touch still snagged along your silken nightgown and skin.

You stretched beneath the blankets slowly, luxuriously, wakefulness fluttering to your senses like the slow seep of buttery sunlight filtering in the room. “It’s barely dawn,” is all you replied. Yet, still, you smiled.

“And it’s only by the grace of the mother that I’ve waited this long,” he teased, nipping your neck.

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Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female (Oneshot)

Summary: Months ago Aemond hesitated to tell you how he felt. After your boyfriend breaks up with you, he won't make that mistake again.

Word Count: 3807

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, Little plot, lots of smut, profanity, Size kink, Praise kink, Aemond being hot, seductive, funny, and adorable.

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‘Why the hell did I let them talk me into coming to this club?'

You know your friends are only trying to help you get through a rough breakup. “It’s time to stop moping and sitting around in your pj’s,” they tell you. “You need to get dressed up, go out, and have some fun,” they insist. So you give in, pampering yourself with a full beauty routine, choosing a racy bra and panty set, and putting together a little black outfit.

Checking yourself in the mirror before you leave, feeling better than you have in the past two weeks, with some of your old confidence coming back knowing that you look good. When your little trio walks into the packed club, you’re glad your friends talked you into coming out tonight, instantly feeling the intoxicating energy from the flashing lights, pulsing music, and dancing crowd.

Snagging a spot at the bar, you buy the first round of drinks, genuinely smiling for the first time since your boyfriend broke up with you. You’re enjoying your second drink and playfully teasing one of your friends when you spot him on the dance floor. Your now-ex-boyfriend who has his hands on his new girlfriend’s ass.

Wanting to act like it doesn’t hurt, you let your friends drag you out to dance. You try to enjoy yourself; you really do, but now the music is too loud, the club is too hot, and you just want to get off the dance floor. Giving your friends a weak smile, you let them know you need a break from dancing and head back to the bar.

Squeezing into a gap at the crowded bar, you try to catch the bartender's attention. While you wait, your mind goes back to your ex-boyfriend. Even though the spark between you was fading, the breakup came out of nowhere. How quickly he had another girlfriend led you to think he may have been cheating on you. So strong was your suspicion, you went to get tested just to be safe. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ you tell yourself. ‘It’s over, and you’re better off without him,’ you try to convince yourself, but it still hurts to be replaced so easily.

You’re drawn from your thoughts when a drink is placed in front of you. When you look up, the bartender says, “It’s from the guy at the end of the bar.”

Turning to look in the direction she’s pointing, you see the buyer of your drink, his long silvery white hair an easy giveaway to his identity. With a tilt of his head, he motions for you to join him.

You’re relieved to see a friendly face, so you don’t hesitate to pick up your drink and make your way over to him. With a genuine smile, “Hi Aemond, I didn’t see you over here.”

Aemond Targaryen returns your smile and immediately offers you his seat at the crowded bar. “Fortunately, I did see you.”

“Thank you, and thanks for the drink too,” you tell him as you slide onto the stylishly modern barstool, draping your leather jacket over the back.

You’ve known the Targaryen siblings for about a year, with Helaena being the one you met first. Since you were new in town, she took you under her wing, showing you the best places to hang out and eat and introducing you to people, including her brothers. Aegon is laid-back with a great sense of humor. He’s also quite a flirt, but a playful smack from his sister made it clear that you were her friend and not to be messed with.

Aemond, who’s a few months younger than you, is very different. Nowhere near as open as Hel and far more serious than Aegon, he's always intrigued you. He’s soft-spoken and reticent, holding back much of who he is, and that makes him difficult to read. You think that guardedness stems from a childhood accident that cost him an eye and left his face scarred.

For a while, you wondered if he liked you at all or if he was just trying to be nice because of Hel. But at parties, your boyfriend usually ended up playing games with Aegon and the guys, and you somehow ended up hanging with Aemond, just talking. Having those chances to talk one-on-one, you discover quick intelligence, a wry sense of humor, and a few shared interests. You decide that he’s just naturally reserved—someone who needs time to relax around people.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I saw you,” he says, leaning down a bit to be heard better. “You look amazing."

Smiling at the compliment, “You clean up pretty good yourself."

While you’ve struggled to get a handle on his personality, there is no question in your mind regarding his looks. Dressed in black, his button-down shirt and trousers look tailored to his tall and trim build, he exudes sleek athleticism. His casually rolled-up sleeves show off his slender forearms, a stylish, expensive watch on his wrist, and beautiful, large hands with long, slim fingers. His angular face has chiseled features that give him a uniquely handsome appearance. Not even the faded scar or black leather eye patch can detract from his striking good looks. Tonight, his pale, silvery hair is simply pulled back into a loose braid that ends between his shoulder blades.

Taking a sip of your drink, you give him a curious look. “I’m surprised to see you here. Let me guess, Aegon dragged you out and then disappeared in search of something in a short skirt and heels."

“Are we that predictable?” He asks with a crooked grin. “Aegon wanted to meet up with some pretty little thing he’s had his eye on, and I apparently need to get out more.” Reaching for his own drink, ”What’s your story?”

“Some friends decided I needed a night out,” you admit sheepishly. As you answer, you see your ex-boyfriend back on the dance floor.

Aemond, noticing your stare, turns to see who you are looking at. He then moves around to stand between you and the dance floor, blocking them from your view. “Forget about him; he’s not worth it.”

You look down at your hands folded in your lap, trying to push down the hurt you feel when he urges your chin up with his fingers. He looks at you intensely and says, “Don’t cry over that asshole. You deserve far better than the likes of him, babe.”

Meeting his gaze, you nod your head and pull yourself together. ”You’re right. It may take some time, but I’ll be fine.” You down the rest of your drink with a determined smile.

Before you can stop him, Aemond somehow manages to catch the busy bartender’s attention and motions for another round of drinks. When you protest, he leans closer, putting his arm around you and resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m taking care of you tonight, pretty girl.”

“You'll be better than fine, and it won’t take as long as you think,” he continues with a cocky little smile. “You just need someone who knows how to treat you."

A little jolt goes through your body; whether it’s from the heat of his hand resting on your exposed shoulder or the difference in his demeanor, you’re not sure. This is a more confident and assertive Aemond that you haven’t seen before, and the little nicknames are completely new.

But unsure of your instincts, you jokingly say, “Yeah, some day my prince will come.”

“Hmm. Maybe he already has, princess,” he replies before leaning very close to you, his lips almost brushing against your ear. “I’ve always had a crush on you, always wanted you.”

His words cause a flutter in your chest. When he takes hold of your hand and starts rubbing his thumb on your skin, your breath catches in your throat. “You never said anything." is all you can manage to get out as you turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“That was a mistake I‘m not making again."

Your faces are only inches apart; you’re studying him with wide eyes while your mind races to process this new revelation. The sounds of the club disappear; all you can hear is the pounding of your heart. Closing the slight distance between you, his lips barely brush against yours before pausing, waiting for a signal from you to continue. When your lips instinctively part, he takes that as the go-ahead to kiss you slowly.

His mouth is soft and hot, and his tongue running along your bottom lip feels so good. He pulls back much too soon for your liking, now that passion has sparked inside you. When you impulsively reach to wipe a trace of your lipstick from his mouth, he quickly captures your thumb, drawing it into his mouth, licking and sucking on the tip before releasing it with a kiss.

As warmth rushes through your body, you can feel your skin tingling. The thinking part of your brain tells you this is a bad idea; it’s too soon after your breakup and too impulsive. But the seductive look on his face, the breaking of physical barriers, and his admission of wanting you has started a throbbing between your legs.

Since you’re still stunned silent, he takes the initiative. “Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

Biting your bottom lip, trying to sort your thoughts, you ask, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Aemond’s mouth tightens at the question, “I wasn’t sure if the attraction was mutual or if you just saw me as Hel’s kid brother. So I hesitated.” He looks away from you before adding, “Then you met him."

Knowing that opening himself up to others is not easy for him, you gently squeeze his hand in encouragement because you’re raw from your breakup and you need to know just what you could be getting yourself into with Aemond.

Shrugging his shoulders. "You seemed happy, and I thought I blew my chance with you.”

Little things about your friendship start to click in your mind, bringing a smile to your face. Now you’re the one holding his hand, rubbing circles with your thumb on his skin.

With a hopeful smile, he asks, “Can we get out of here?”

His request makes your heart thump in your chest, and you shift your hips in your seat before asking, “Where to?”

“My place?” Quickly adding, “We could talk some more or..." leaning close to your ear, his voice dropping lower with desire. “I could show you how much I want you, princess.”

Deep down, you’ve always loved the sound of his voice, and this new seductive tone causes a shiver to go up your spine despite the heat that is spreading through your body. Almost before you realize you're doing it, you’re slipping off the barstool, hoping your legs won’t shake.

Steadying yourself with a light hand on his chest and smiling up at him, you take a breath and say, “Alright, we can go... talk.”

Your reply earns you a rare, dimpled grin from him. He helps you slip on your jacket before firmly grasping your hand to begin leading you through the crowd to the exit. On your way out, you pass a grinning Aegon, but Aemond only glances at his brother, not bothering to stop.

Once outside, in the chill night air, he puts his arm around you as you walk through the parking lot. “You’re just going to ditch Aegon?” You ask with a chuckle.

“He knows what I’m up to,” he replies with a smirk. Laughing at your expression. “Aegon would get your boyfriend to play those stupid games at his parties so I could have some time with you.”

Reaching his car, he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, holding you close to him with his large hands on your hips. Soon you’re fisting at the soft, expensive fabric of his shirt because it feels so fucking good kissing him, feeling him press his hard body against yours. You let his tongue tease its way past your lips to dance with yours as his fingers dig into your skin before he reluctantly pulls back to open the car door for you.

During the drive to his place, you text your friends, reassuring them that you are with Aemond and that everything is fine.

Curious about something, “So when Helaena would suggest a girls movie night, but we would end up at your place, you put her up to that?”

“I did not; she volunteered to do that.”

“My friend sets me up so her brother can walk around like a slut in sweatpants and a messy man bun. Wow, you Targs are something else,” you laughingly tease.

“I was desperate, pretty girl." His blush was visible even in the dim light of the car. “But you noticed,” he chuckles.

Aemond’s apartment is in one of the pricier buildings in the city, but you know his family has money. You’ve been here before, hanging out with the siblings for movie nights. Before you can even toe off your heels by the door, he pulls you to him with one arm around your waist, burying his face in your neck, nipping at your skin, then soothing the little bites with his tongue, making you moan softly.

“Wanted you so bad for so long,” he murmurs between little wet kisses over your throat.

Playfully, you tease him while tugging on his long braid. “Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about me all this time?”

“Fucking filthy thoughts,” as he crushes his lips against yours in a demanding kiss that takes your breath away. You both work to shrug your jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. You can feel the wetness forming between your legs as his long fingers caress the bare skin of your waist.

Pulling his shirt up, your hands explore the lean muscles of his flawless skin. When you bite at his lip, he groans into your mouth and grinds his hardening cock against you.

Trailing his lips down your neck, “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it," he pleads.

“I want you, Aemond; I want you to fuck me,” you moan breathlessly.

With your words, the last shred of restraint either of you had disappeared. By the time the two of you reach his bedroom, both of you are half naked, leaving a trail of clothing and shoes along your path.

“Fucking gorgeous tits,” he mumbles against your hardend nipple before taking it into his hot mouth again, sucking eagerly. Your other breast is being cupped in his strong hand, his fingers teasing the delicate peak. “Perfect tits all for me,” he hums as he switches to begin lavishing the other with attention.

His loose braid is long undone, and your fingers are tangled in his silky, soft hair. You can’t resist the urge to bait him a little. “You think just ‘cause you lick it, it's yours?”

His eye immediately shoots up to your face, and you feel a rough hum against your skin. Backing you up until your legs bump into his bed, he playfully pushes you down on the mattress.

“Aemond?” You squeak as you see the evil gleam in his eye. Kneeling on the floor, he pulls your legs to the edge of the bed and presses his face between them, rubbing his nose over your covered clit and inhaling deeply.

Resting on your elbows, you watch him tug down your panties, leaving you naked. He pushes your thighs wide with his large hands, and you see him shamelessly stare at your soaking wet pussy. “Who made you this wet, princess?"

You let out a gasp as he flattens his tongue and licks the length of your slit, never taking his eye off you. “Mine now,” he says with that familiar smirk of his.

Giving him your best, not impressed look, “It’s gonna take more than that, Targaryen.” you reply sassily. You watch him stick out his long tongue and start flicking your clit, before placing his lips over your little bundle of nerves, alternating between sucking gently and swirling his tongue over it.

Before long, you fall back on the bed, closing your eyes and giving yourself over to the wonderful sensations his mouth creates. His lips and tongue move through your folds, teasing your entrance, before returning to your swollen bud. Every little whimper or sob he pulls from you seems to spur him on. Compared to your ex, Aemond is the pussy eating champ.

Finding a rhythm that has you moaning “Fuck, you’re good at this.” He swells with pride, determined to make you a quivering mess. He relentlessly applies just the right amount of pressure on the right spots again and again. Your world is nothing but sloppy, wet sounds coming from between your legs and the orgasm building deep inside you.

When you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails rake his scalp, causing him to moan into your pussy. "Mmm, baby, I’m close..don’t stop,” as you start to grind your hips against his mouth. Before you know it, waves of ecstasy that have your toes curling are crashing through you,leaving you shaking and breathless.

Aemond stares at your quivering pussy, watching more wetness leak from you. “You never answered my question. “Who makes you this wet? Hmm?” 

Still blissed out from your orgasm, you gasp as he slides a long finger inside you. “You do, only you,” you whimper.

“That’s my pretty princess,” he coos as he adds a second finger, slowly dragging them in and out of you. “You gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?”

‘Mmm yes,” While he rises from the floor, you move to the center of the bed, stretching contentedly and giving your legs a rest. You enjoy the sight of his erection straining against his boxers while he opens a drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a condom packet.

“Aemond, we can skip that if you want. I already got tested after the breakup; all good.

“I’m good too, promise," he says as he drops the condom back in the drawer. Lowering his boxers, he frees his hard cock. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue at his perfect size while you watch him lazily stroke himself. Just looking at him makes your pussy clench; he’s the perfect blend of beauty and masculinity.

“Do you realize how fucking gorgeous you are?” You wonder aloud, your voice smokey with your arousal, taking in the glorious details of the sight before you. From his tousled hair falling past his shoulders to his defined, lean muscles and slim hips, you think he is a work of art.

His pale skin, already flush with his own desire, colors even more down to the tip of his beautiful, long shaft. Joining you on the bed, positioning himself so he is looming over the length of your body, he lowers down to kiss you, his hair falling in a silvery curtain around your head. You can taste yourself as he plunges his tongue past your teeth, deliciously invading your mouth.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and your hands on his back, you pull him closer, wanting to feel his weight on top of you. The soft hairs on his chest and legs tickle your sensitive skin, while his cock is hot and hard against you. You part your thighs wider to let him settle between them, curling a leg around his hip.

“You ready for my cock, pretty princess?” His voice is rough with his need to be inside you when he starts moving his length between your sensitive folds, coating himself with your slick wetness.

Nodding desperately, “Mmm, yes,” you murmur, ready to start writhing beneath him.

Finding your entrance, the head of his cock slowly pushes into you, making him hiss, and he doesn't stop until he can’t go any deeper. “Fuck, you're tight around me.” Slowly, he withdraws halfway before sliding back in and holding himself steady. Giving you a cocky grin, “I think you’re used to something smaller being in you.”

You know it’s true. You’ve never felt this full before, so wonderfully stretched. Your eyes go wider, and a moan escapes you when he gives a more forceful, deep thrust into you.

“Hmm, I’m right,” he smirks knowingly. His muscles flexing with each snap of his hips.

Sensing that he eats up praise the way he eats pussy, you’re happy to give him what he wants. “Fuck, you’re big; it feels so good.” Each time his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, a little jolt of exquisite pleasure goes through you, and you grip his hips harder, raking your nails along his skin.

“So beautiful.” He’s captivated by the sight of your tits bouncing as he pounds into you. “Taking all of me so well, princess.” He coos as he hooks an arm under your knee, the new angle causing more friction against your patch of nerves as he somehow picks up his pace.

“Close, so close,” you whimper. It’s not long before the tightened coil suddenly snaps, making you cum hard with an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves your body shaking.

Your pussy clenching around him starts to send him over his own edge. His balls tightening as he keeps fucking you through your climax. His release leaves him grunting and shuddering as his cock twitches and spurts hot cum deep inside you.

Both of you are left reeling as Aemond rolls off and flops on his side next to you. He gently gathers you into his arms, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

You can hear his soft hum of satisfaction, and you can feel his heartbeat against your hand on his chest as you lie in his arms, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“You good, princess?” He asks and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead with your contented sigh of "yes." Soon you both force yourselves from the too-comfortable bed to clean up. When you come out of the bathroom, Aemond gives you a soft, well-worn t-shirt to put on while he is already wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, no shirt, and his hair is up in a messy bun, earring a muttered, ”Slut,” from you.

“How come I call you princess, and apparently my nickname is 'Slut'? he teasingly asks.

“Awww, would you rather I call you ‘Prince Aemond'? You come back with mock sarcasm.

Grinning, “Prince Aemond, I like that.” Laughing when you roll your eyes at him, he heads to the kitchen for water and snacks for both of you.

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Hey, would you write something related to modern Aemond like: Aemond in high school is often excluded and harassed because he comes from a family considered strange and also because everyone has a view that he is strange. The reader is the only one who is kind to him and doesn't ignore him, and this is enough for Aemond to fall in love with the reader, despite never having had a real or very long conversation with her.

Additional: Aemond, despite maintaining a tough attitude, is extremely lacking in affection and is quite sensitive

This Is My First Ask So I Really Hope You Like It! The Characters are not in high school because i only write about adults but they will have originally met there. This got away from me a bit but I had a really good time writing it. I hope you enjoy!

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Modern Aemond X (Long Term Crush Reader)

Warnings Under The Cut

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Warnings:: Allusions to Bullying, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Pining. IDK i suck at these any suggestions please LMK

"Everything is perfect" You think to yourself as you get yourself ready for your morning shift at the local coffee shop, and as far as you are concerned it really is.

You graduated from Highschool a few months ago and were ready to start your life as an adult. You had gotten yourself a job at the local coffee shop as well as signed up for the Autumn Semester at the Beauty Academy in Manchester.

Makeup for the stars was your dream and with the acceptance to the academy you felt like you were well on your way to achieving that goal.

Your day starts off like any other. You walk into the coffee shop apron in hand and greet your Co-worker Floris. She was a very popular girl back in your high school and dated the local bad boy Cregan Stark on and off for years.

"Good Morning Floris" You smile sweetly at her as you make your way behind the counter.

"Morning" She sighs letting you know the Floris you get to interaact with today is going to be the moody Floris. Internally you sarcastically thank Cregan for breaking up with her yet again and leaving you to deal with her sullen disposition, but you being the ball of sunshine that you are try and bring up the mood with cheerful banter.

"Has it been busy today?" You attempt to make conversation hoping she will bite at the bit so you don't have to suffer through one of those awkward days where she is silent and brooding through almost the entirety of your shared shift.

"No" she answers short and curt. you briefly rub your fingers against your forehead, if you don't figure out how to get her into at least a little bit better of a mood this is going to be a very long annoying shift.

The bell over the door jingles signaling that a customer has entered the shop.

"its back" Floris says annoyed.

"Stop that" You scold as you look toward the door.

There he is, your most common customer. Aemond Targaryen. He has his long blonde hair tied back and his eye patch on. You never understood why he wears that outdated thing. He must think it adds to his mystery persona.

Aemond is a bit of an oddball. Never fit in much in school. He is after all a Targaryen. The fact that he lost an eye in some sort of childhood accident, made him that much more different than everyone else. Which around here, is never a good thing.

"Hey there Aemond, the usual?" you ask him, your typical bubbly demeanor on full display.

"Yes please"" his answers are always so short and void of emotion. never mean or aggressive just short and cold.

You smile at him happily while you prepare his usual black coffee with tons of sugar. How he drinks his coffee like this you will never understand.

You spoke to Aemond sparingly back in school, which although is most than other students, still wasn't much. You wouldn't say you are friends but you do hold a bit of an affinity for him.

He had a tough time. No one could deny that. He was ignored, ostracized. Not that he would ever let anyone know if that fact actually bothered him, you always assumed that it did. At least to some degree.

You hand him the coffee with a big smile on your face. He takes it from you and nods. Making his way to his usual table and pulling out his laptop.

"Why does he stay?" Floris whispers "It's weird"

You shoot her a pointed look. "It is not weird for someone to sit down and work in a coffee shop, actually, it's quite common. Kindness isn't difficult. you should try it"

"You are aware their family tree doesn't have quite enough branches right?" Floris says while chuckling.

"A lot of royal families have that .... kind of history, they are descendants of royalty. Its been like what? 100 generations or something? Don't you think it's time for a new plot point?"

Floris sighs "He's just .... weird"

You roll your eyes and can't help but glance over at the mysterious man. Watching him type away on his laptop and staring at his side profile. If he wasn't the silent brooding type or a Targaryen the girls at school probably would have been all over him. He is obviously handsome with a jaw line that could cut diamonds. Its that icy chill around him and that albatross of a last name that had him shunned.

As your shift continues you occasionally glance over at him. His coffee long gone but still he stays typing away as other customers come and go.

"What do you think he's working on?" you wonder out loud

"Some version of the Targaryen anarchists cookbook i'm sure..... "

You sigh and roll your eyes again. Why could no one seem to look at the man himself instead of his family? Instead of the eye patch? It seemed so cruel.

"Do you mind if I head out 20 minutes early? Cregan wants to talk" she starts putting her jacket on before you even respond.

"Yeah that's fine, Sara and Jace should be here any minute anyway."

You watch as she quickly gathers her things running out of the shop. You tap your fingers on the counter. The shop is now empty save for Aemond typing away on his laptop.

"Hey Aemond?" You practically yell across the shop. He looks up at you furrowing his brows but doesn't say anything.

"You want a muffin or something?" you offer holding up a double chocolate muffin and wiggling it back an forth.

He simply shakes his head returning his focus back to the laptop in front of him. you sigh as you come to the conclusion that it is going to be a long and boring 20 minutes before second shift shows up.

Probably five minutes before Sara and Jace are due to arrive the downpour starts.

"oh well isn't that grand" you mumble to yourself.

You have been trying to save up for a car. Your parents couldn't afford to buy you one at the present time, and with the wages earned at the coffee shop it would most likely take the entire summer for you to save up enough so you walked to and from work. This typically wasn't a big deal since you lived close by but torrential rain always made the experience a lot less pleasant.

Jace comes running in soaked to the bone.

"Please tell me you just ran a mile and not just 5 seconds from the car park?" the grimace on your face outwardly showing how you are feeling

"Nah this is the 2 second walk from the car park it's serious out there right now!" he laughs while he shakes his hair off.

He comes around the back of the counter.

"He's here again huh? I could ask him to stop?" Jace whispers

"No, he's fine, he has a coffee works on whatever and then he goes."

"He always comes at the beginning of your shift and leaves at the end of it. You don't think that is a little weird?"

"Isn't he like your cousin or something? I would think that you would be nicer" you take off your apron and hold it in your hands.

"uncle, and we're not close" Jace heads to the backroom trying to dry himself off. "When sara gets here, I'm sure she won't mind running the store alone a few minutes so's I can drop you off"

"No, I'm ok. Just a little rain, Heard rainwater is good for your hair" You chuckle to yourself. "Bye Jace"

Jace waves as you head out the door of the shop and the second you get outside you can't believe how hard it is raining.

"Let me take you." Aemonds cool voice comes from behind you.

"Oh!" you jump and turn around his face, still as stone looking at you awaiting your answer.

"Thanks, that would be very kind" You decide to accept his offer. Firstly, it is downpouring and you really don't want to ruin your shoes and second, he can't escape you in a tiny car. He will have to finally speak.

The two of you run over to his Porsche. Of course he would have a Porsche.

"I'm getting your seat wet, i'm so sorry" you blurt out the moment the two of you are in the car.

"Don't worry about it" He turns the car on and turns on the heat.

"Thank you for this." You smile at him hoping he will look over at you.

Instead he just nods and puts the car in reverse backing out of the parking space.

You don't even tell him where you live but he pulls out front of your building anyway.

"Ummm.... how did you?"

"I dropped you off junior year after your friend ditched you."

"Right, I forgot about that" you scratch the back of your neck and purse your lips but don't make a move towards getting out of the car.

"Why do you come see me?" you look directly at him.

"What?" His voice sounds a bit defensive

"I'm not bothered by it. Really, I'm just curious"

"I like coffee." He answers as he turns his head toward you.

"No. it's something else. C'mon tell me" you flutter your lashes and give him a puppy dog look, no one can withstand your puppy dog look.

He chuckles and rolls his neck. "I remember"

This peaks your interest "Remember what?"

He sighs "I remember every single time you talked to me, looked at me, walked by me and waved. Hell, i remember when you held the door open for me. twice"

Your breath catches in your throat.

"I'm not crazy and i'm not a stalker i swear" he rubs his collar bone nervously. "it's just..... you were my salvation. The one person who didn't run from me or sneer at me or judge me and hate me" he grips the steering wheel tightly.

you reach over and gently rub his knuckles as they turn white. he takes a deep breath in at the skin to skin contact.

"So in other words.... you miss me?" You ask with a tiny smile and a blush on your cheeks.

"yeah, if you wanna make it simple i guess that would be the right term for it"

"How much?" Your voice drops from your sweet and kind persona, to a more sultry sound.

Aemond catches this right away. "Umm.... what?"

you get up on the seat, on your knees and lean over the center console. getting up close to his ear. "How much did you miss me? Like, was it driving you crazy?" You place your hand on his shoulder tracing your finger along his neck "Keeping you up at night?"

his breath comes out in unsteady huffs "You really shouldn't"

"Hmmm?"

"I will not be able to control myself if you keep that up" he grips the steering wheel tighter and suddenly the situation in this car had changed completely.

You were no longer teasing him to get a rise and reaction out of him. Him stating he wouldn't be able to control himself lit a fire in you. You felt this urge to push him there. A burning pooling in your belly you were not going to ignore. No, just this once you were going to indulge.

You lean over further bringing your mouth to his ear. "Maybe I want to see it"

He bites his bottom lip, then grabs your face pressing his lips against yours harshly. Lust and desperation apparent in his kiss. His hand slides up the back of your neck to the base of your head holding you close as he continues to devour you. Like a man starved.

Before your brain has even caught up to what is happening he grips your thigh harshly pulling you over the center console and into his lap. he quickly grabs your hips pushing you down into him as his tongue continues to explore your mouth.

"I've dreamt of this for ages" he whispers as he kisses and nibbles along your jawline making you purr contently. Being wanted this bad is the biggest turn on you have ever experienced.

You roll your hips against him chasing that pressure. When he feels this he growls and pushes your core against him as he ruts up against you.

"I have to have it." He begs with a breathy sigh "Gods please i have to"

You unbuckle your khakis and slide them off your legs giggling at the slight gymnastics you have to perform in order to get them off. Once they are off you drop back onto his lap and he runs his hands up your back pulling you tight up against him. His mouth finds yours again as his slips his hand between your thighs and slides a finger inside of you.

"I knew you would be perfect, I fuckin knew it" He groans as he adds a second finger pumping in and out of you slowly. he hooks his finger finding that spot inside of you that sends you to ecstasy. You close your eyes and roll your head back moving your hips rhythmically against his hand.

"oh god, oh god!" You squeal as he brings you over the edge, you clenching around his fingers. He immediately unfastens his jeans sliding them down to his thighs and pulling you over him.

"is this ok?" He asks gripping your hips tightly

You nod and he pushes your hips down sliding himself into you slowly. he makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a growl as you sink down onto him.

"This ain't gonna last long darlin" he grunts as he thrusts up into you. He bites down on your shoulder as he pulls you down over him over and over thrusting up into you at the same time. He rubs your pearl with his thumb as he quickens his pace.

Jaw slack and eyes like dinnerplates he watches as you come done a second time and groans

"Where? Where?" He whines "Fuck"

"I'm on birth control it's fine" You bite his bottom lip "Go ahead"

"Fuck! Ok Ok Fuck" He slams your hips down onto him three more times before his body tenses and squeezes your hips so tight you think your bones may snap.

you rest your forehead on his shoulder as the both of you regulate your breathing.

"Thank god it's fucking pouring" You giggle.

"Yeah, that was a bit mental wasn't it?" he laughs while breathing heavily and running his fingers through your hair.

You flop back over to the passengers seat and start pulling your trousers back on.

"See you at the coffee shop tomorrow?" you ask as you clasp the button.

"Always" he smiles back at you.

"Good, cuz i think I may need another ride..... " you giggle

"Really? you live so close" He teases back

"Who said I wanted to go home?" you wink at him as you hope out of the car. "See you tomorrow"

You shut the door and head inside with a huge grin on your face.

"Ok ... NOW everything is perfect"

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Like A Dream

Tom Bennett X (Pregnant Wife Reader)

Warnings after the cut

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Based on THIS request

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A/N: Writing this came so naturally to me. I had my daughter young and was looking my best right before I got pregnant, so I used personal experience for this one 🥰 also I did an abnormal amount of research regarding the rarity of grapes during this time period and how special it would be for someone to find them available for purchase 🤣🤣

Warnings:: Body Dysmorphia, pregnancy, minor depression,smut, oral sex (F receiving)

"You alright love?" Your husband asks from his place on the sofa as you walk through the front door.

You sigh. "Yes, Tom," you carry the few bags with food you picked up from the market and place them on the kitchen counter.

Ever since Tom found out you were pregnant, he fawns over you. He hates the idea of you lifting a finger in your delicate condition. The problem? You are a very independent person and like your freedom.

"Not too convincing." he rises from the couch and goes to the counter, peeking through the bags to see what you bought.

"Mmmm, they had grapes!" He plucks a grape off the vine and pops it into his mouth.

"Tom!" You playfully hit his arm."They should be washed first! You don't know who had their hands all over em before I bought em!"

"I survived war, love." He leans his back against the counter. "Don't think a grape is gonna do me in when bombs couldn't"

"Yeah, well, they can still make ya sick, and I'm already sick every morning. Can't have the two of us going. " You huff and sit down in one of the old creaky wooden chairs that sit around the scuffed up second-hand table you successfully purchased off a neighbor about a year ago.

"Hey...." He leans down towards you and pushes your hair back. "You're tired and stressed, darlin. Let me take care of this, yeah?"

"I can do it." You grumble, annoyed, and try to pull yourself from the seat, but your near end of term pregnancy belly made standing an incredibly challenging endeavor.

Tom gives you a stern look. "More stubborn than I am." He gives you that cheeky smile, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"That's not possible" Tom is the most stubborn person on the planet as far as you were concerned and you know for a fact that even on your worst day you couldn't possibly be more stubborn than the man you married.

"Ah! I always knew ya married me for my looks." He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he unloads the groceries.

"What can I say? You got me with those blue eyes, and that smile." You look at him lovingly. You married him for a million reasons. He had pursued you relentlessly for weeks before you finally caved and went out with him. You didn't have any reason you made him wait other than thoroughly enjoying watching him try to convince you of something you already wanted desperately.

"Thank God for my parents! They gave me the good stuff!" He chuckles loudly, and you watch him in awe. Tom had this aura about him. He exudes confidence. Tom is handsome. He knows it, and he embraces it. You hardly ever see him without a smile on his face, and he takes almost nothing seriously.

You sigh to yourself as you move to try and pull yourself out of the chair again. Pregnancy is a magical thing. You know this. You feel it, yet you can't help the way it has you feeling about the body it leaves behind.

Your face is fuller. Something people have been complimenting you on, yet you hate it. Your hips are wider, and your already plump thighs have somehow grown bigger.

The discomfort with the changes in your body started gradually, but as you near the end of your pregnancy, less and less do you like what stares back at you in the mirror.

The tears start to well up in your eyes as you fight a losing battle to hold them back.

"Hey..hey! What is going on, love?" Tom crouches before you cupping your cheeks on either side of your face. He furrows his brows in obvious concern. "Talk to me," he gently rubs his thumb against your cheekbone. His heart breaks a little as he looks into your tear filled eyes. Upset with himself that you are this sad, and he didn't notice until now.

You take in a shakey breath and look at him with despair. "I'm a terrible mum, and the baby isn't even here yet." The flood gates break open, and tears finally start to pour down your face.

"W-why... why would you say that?" He scootches closer to you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down.

"I should be happy! A good mother would be happy, but..." The tears are pouring out of your face now, the sadness, guilt, and shame bubbling over and making you feel like you have lost complete control over your emotional state.

"But what, sweetheart?" He drops down to his knees, pushing himself between your legs while he continues to caress your thighs. "You can talk to me, oh darlin, please talk to me."

"I ... I ... I ... I hate it!" You start to sob your face in your hands. "I'm tired, everything aches, it's difficult to move, and all that would be bearable if .... if i didn't look so disgusting now"

"Disgusting??" Tom balks at the statement. "Someone say something to you?" His face contorts in anger. "Was that Mike arse three doors down, wasn't it?" Tom nearly growls. "That's about how much he hates me nothing to do with you, darlin. I'll go sort him." Tom shoots up quickly, tossing on his jacket.

"TOM!" You screech just as he is about to fly out the front door, most likely to rearrange Mike's face. Mike and Tom do not like each other it is certainly not a secret in your neighborhood. Yet Mike has never been anything but pleasant to you. After all, his issue was with Tom, and he wasn't going to take that out on you for simply being Tom's wife.

"No one said anything to me, I have eyes! And a mirror! I can see it clearly for myself!" His heart shatters completely when he hears the crack in your voice, his jaw drops, and he wants to retort but quickly stops himself. The priority is you. He needs to take care of you, so as aggravated as he is, he softens his features and turns back to you.

He drops his jacket on the back of one of the other kitchen chairs and takes your hand. "Let's get you into bed, you need rest" You sniffle and nod as he places your hand in his, while gently holding your lower back with the other making sure to get you out of the chair in the most comfortable way possible.

Once you're up and walking, he wraps an arm around you, gently leading you up the stairs and into the bedroom . He helps you get into the bed, raising your legs and sliding them in before crawling in next to you, his face directly across from yours as you both lay on your side facing each other.

"Thank you," your whisper is gentle with a hint of lingering sadness as he reaches over and caresses right under your eye with his thumb.

"You. are. beautiful." He moves closer to you and puts his forehead against yours "Always".

You chuckle slightly. "You are a good husband, Tom Bennett." You lean forward and kiss him gently.

He pulls back from you, cupping your face in his hands. "Look at me"

You look him directly in the eyes. Yours are still a bit watery, so you try to blink back the tears.

"You. are. beautiful." He repeats."You are always beautiful, don't you ever forget that. Big, pregnant, bald even, you are always beautiful"

You giggle and sigh. "You're too good to me"

"Aven't been good enough love. Or you wouldn't feel like this. " He kisses you softly but deeply while gently rolling you onto your back.

"Been neglectin' ya. Work and allat." He kisses down your neck."I'll make it up."

You hum contentedly and place your hand on the back of his head. Arousal builds up in your core, but you're so tired you don't know if you have it in you right now.

"Don't know if I have the energy for this right now." You chuckle as you close your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him on your neck.

"Just lie back and relax. This is all about you"

He moves down your body, placing a delicate kiss to your belly before pushing your dress up around your hips.

"Oh Tom, you don't have to do this." You say as he pulls your knickers down your legs.

" I wish I did have to do it. Wish it was an everyday requirement, but I guess I have to settle for doing it when you'll let me. " He brings his hands to your heat, pushing your legs out wider.

"Stunning site, really,"

"Tom!" You chuckle and reach down to give him a whack, but he catches your hand and holds it.

He licks a stripe straight up your center. Your hand squeezes his tight, letting him know the pleasure that is building up.

He gently flicks your bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, bringing his free hand to your hip and rubbing circles there with his thumb.

You involuntarily move your hips, desperate for more friction. "You're supposed to be relaxin," he taunts

He returns to your clit swallowing it whole and sucking on it harshly while rolling his tongue over it.

"Oh god, Tom!" You can't help but yell out, your hips taking on a mind of their own as you move against his face.

He smiles against you as he releases your clit nudging it with his nose as he travels lower lapping up your juices before sticking his tongue inside.

Your eyes fly open as you look at the ceiling above you, panting harshly. If someone asked you your name right now, you wouldn't even know the answer. Your head is completely empty of everything, save for the pleasure you are experiencing.

His brings his hand off your hip, the other still grasping your hand tightly. He rubs at your clit with his thumb as he fucks you with his tongue.

"Ahhh. Ahh!" You squeeze his hand tightly as you writhe against his face, getting closer and closer to sweet release.

His hand and tongue switch places as he slides two fingers into you while sucking on your engorged nerve.

"Oh my god, Tom, I can't. I can't!" You don't know what you can't do. You just know that you can't.

He pulls back momentarily. " Oh yes, you can love, and ya will"

He brings his face back to your heat moving it from side to side over your clit while he increases the speed of his fingers.

Everything that happens now is automatic. Your legs lift up and squeeze his head as you arch your back and gasp for air as a title wave of pleasure washes over you.

Tom gives you a few more kitten licks as you ride out your high and stops when you start to twitch.

he crawls back up next to you and flops on his back, panting. "You're. .....beautiful.... don't.... ever... doubt .... that" he rolls onto his side and gazes at your face. "Promise me"

"I promise I'll try Tom." He knows that is the best answer he is going to get out of you so he just smiles.

"While we're talking about promises, I need you to make just one more tiny promise," he grins at you cheekily, sliding his body over so he is right up against yours.

"What?"

He takes your hand and places it over the massive bulge in his trousers

"That you'll help me with this"

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Wow! Thank you for mentioning me amongst such talented writers! 🥰🥰

𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 — 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 (𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝)

This post compiles the talented writers and wonderful stories I've either read and loved, or that have been recommended to me for Aemond Targaryen.

They are sorted by author, then title, in alphabetical order.

Updated 04/27

Anjelica @anjelicawrites

You Can Never Leave (oneshot, dark aemond, reader)

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Annikin @annikin-annotates

Lady of the Lake (oneshot, siren reader)

Within a Wing Beat (series, winged reader)

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Arcie @arcielee

Ours Never Knew Peace (oneshot, stark reader)

She Walks in Starlight (series, hades and persephone au)

The Sapphire Prince (series, stark OC)

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Bella @thekinslayed

Forget Me Not (oneshot, wife reader)

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Gee @humanpurposes

Sweet Dreams (oneshot, sandman au)

We're Born at Night (series, targaryen OC)

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Hagi @flowerandblood

The Evening Star (two parts, hades and persephone au)

The Gate of Salvation (series, young pope au)

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Lana @zaldritzosrose

To Tame a Wolf (series, stark OC)

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Laura @targaryen-dynasty

And Now I See Daylight (oneshot, niece reader)

Rewrite the Stars (oneshot, baratheon reader)

Serenity (oneshot, wife reader)

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Liv @targaryenrealnessdarling

A Duet of Fire and Fate (series, cellist au)

The Beast of the Endness (oneshot)

The Green Prince (oneshot, bluebeard au)

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Lyn @aemonds-fire

Lady, Wife, Whore, Woman (oneshot, regent aemond, married reader)

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Martha @marthawrites

Darkened Corridors (oneshot, female reader)

Leather and Silver (oneshot, wife reader)

Red Lions and Hidden Dragons (oneshot, lannister reader)

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Miranda @moris-auri

An Epitome of Grace (series, female OC)

A Sermon on Desire (oneshot, female OC)

Diamonds on the Water (oneshot, female reader)

Time Is But a Paper Moon (oneshot, fae aemond, female reader)

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Philomena @huramuna

The Calico Bastard (series, strong OC)

Beware the Sapphire Peak (series, crimson peak au)

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Jess @thought--bubble

In Need Of an Heir (series, baratheon reader)

Mine to Claim (oneshot, commoner reader)

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Jo @sapphire-writes

A Song of Flames & Fury (series, baratheon OC)

Dragon's Bane (series, niece reader)

Our Last Summer (series, modern au, female reader)

Winter Rose (oneshot, stark reader)

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Justine @theoneeyedprince

Of Blood and Fire (series, velaryon oc)

Ripped Away (oneshot, female reader)

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Sam @randomdragonfires

Moon Song (oneshot, female reader)

Pieces of a Woman (oneshot, female reader)

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Sarah @aemondsbabe

Come What May (oneshot, baratheon reader)

Claimant (oneshot, sister reader)

The Gods and Everyone (oneshot, female reader)

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Vanessa @happilyhertale

Emerald Eyes (oneshot, female reader)

Everlasting Love (oneshot, female reader)

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Zae @ladystarksneedle

A Fall from Grace (series, hightower OC)

The Eye of Envy (oneshot, female reader)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

If you would like to recommend me your work or someone else's, you can tag me or send me a link in my inbox.

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Boop Bestie, this was so cute! Reader has a lot more guts than me because you would have to drag me kicking and screaming toward vhagar. No way would I be walking up to her willingly! 🤣

This was very cute and sweet 🥰

Emerald eyes - Aemond Targaryen x fem!stark-reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!stark-reader

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s note:

This story was requested a long time ago... But since the events at the weekend got me out of my Daemon rabbit hole a bit, this story is now finished! English is my second language, soo.. please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.8 k

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Aemond struggled with the idea of marrying a woman from the North. The prospect of entering into an alliance based solely on affection seemed incomprehensible to him, and the idea of marrying a woman from the North only made him more confused. However, Queen Alicent's persistent persuasion had convinced him of the importance of such an alliance and made him realise the unpredictability of the future.

The imminent demise of King Viserys, which would occur sooner or later, emphasised the need to keep the North as a firm ally before the North swore allegiance to Rhaenyra and her kin. Aemond recognised the duty of securing the North's loyalty and finally thought the idea of marriage made sense.

As he stood in the keep that warm morning and his mother fussed over his appearance, Aemond could not suppress a sigh of mild annoyance.

"Mother, could you please desist?," he finally muttered.

"If you didn't carry yourself with such disarray, I wouldn't need to rectify the creases," she replied in a hushed tone. "And you smell like your dragon again," she added.

Aemond's lips drew together into a thin line.

"Just because I am to be married, I fail to see why I should cease riding Vhagar," he retorted

Before Alicent could say anything in reply, the gates opened and a carriage rolled into the courtyard, the gravel crunching under the horses' wheels and hooves. And a spark of anticipation suddenly flared up in Aemond as he thought about what you would look like. Would he feel a pang of excitement when he looked into your eyes, as he did with certain captivating eyes? Would he enjoy hearing the timbre of your voice as you talked about your day? Or would it be a marriage of convenience, characterised only by superficial politeness?

When the carriage came to a halt and nothing happened, Aemond wanted to take matters into his own hands and open the door. But a servant beat him to it. The door swung open and shortly afterwards Lord Rickon Stark stepped out.

"Lord Stark, it is a pleasure to welcome you to the south," Alicent greeted him. Aemond, however, was mesmerised by the sight of the brown locks of hair that peeked out from behind Lord Stark. He leant slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of your eyes and Aemond's world came to a standstill. The most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen met his gaze, and an involuntary gulp betrayed his astonishment. The thought of acquiring the most exquisite emeralds in the world for you crossed his mind, but was immediately dismissed, as any emerald in the world would be considered insufficient, as it would not do your eyes justice.

The impulse to forgo his Valyrian features in order to pass on those enchanting green eyes to his future children flashed through him, accompanied by a sudden wave of uncertainty.

What if you found him repulsive? A tightness enveloped his chest and he longed to grab his mother's arm to steady himself - the chaos of emotions inside him was just too much. But all his worries vanished into thin air when your green eyes met his and you simply smiled. Aemond's lips mirrored your smile, and regardless of propriety, the two of you stood in front of each other and exchanged smiles.

"Prince Aemond," you finally said softly, and Aemond had to suppress a groan of pleasure when he heard your gentle voice.

"Lady y/n," left his lips instead, and Alicent responded almost simultaneously.

"Lady y/n. Forgive my son's manners. He was busy with his dragon, as usual, instead of preparing a proper greeting for his betrothed," Alicent added with an almost feigned gentleness.

Aemond gave Alicent an incredulous look. He didn't want you to think he wasn't interested in you. But before he could elaborate on that thought, you steered the conversation again.

"You're riding Vhagar, aren't you? The greatest dragon in Westeros?" you asked quietly.

Aemond nodded slightly, "Yes, a very old, stubborn lady.. but incredibly loyal," he replied, "If you want, I can introduce you to her," he added almost shyly.

And contrary to his expectations, you nodded eagerly and your smile widened.

"I would love to meet her, my prince," you replied.

Aemond nodded briefly in agreement.

"Follow me, Lady y/n," he said, turning slightly and extending his arm to you. You accepted the invitation with a shy smile, leaving Alicent and Lord Stark pleasantly surprised at the obvious harmony between the two of you.

Together you strolled to Rhaeny's hill, and with each step Aemond's excitement grew as to how you would react to Vhagar. Your attention remained on Aemond, however, and your thoughts wavered between the stories you had heard about him and the surprising reality that was unfolding before you.

You've heard so many terrible stories about Aemond. Many were told to you by your brother, mostly to tease you, but they still made you nervous. You were afraid that his face would be so disfigured that you wouldn't be able to look at him. That his seriousness and his petulant moments would rob you of your happiness. But he seemed completely different. His face left you speechless - but not because it was so horrible, but because you thought he was somehow handsome.

Contrary to your initial fears, his disfigured face turned out to be strangely handsome. The eye patch gave him an air of mystery, and his violet eye beamed at you joyfully. His lips were curled into a smile that made your knees weak. And now you were holding his arm, feeling his warmth, and you couldn't be happier. Captivated by his stories, you weren't distracted by his appearance - at least not too much. He talked enthusiastically about Vhagar and all the things she had experienced in her two hundred years on this world, and you couldn't get enough of it. Although you already knew a few stories about Vhagar, Aemond told you that she is probably the only known dragon without large horns on her head. She only has small outgrowths on the back of her head. He grinned enthusiastically at you and told you that he had written this information down for posterity. Your grin widened as you felt his pleasure literally bubble through your body, and somehow you felt the urge to get closer to his lips... you had to imagine how his lips would feel on yours.

As you clung to his arm, mesmerised by his tales of Vhagar, the dragon pit grew larger and larger in the distance.

You were brought back to reality as you stood in front of the huge walls of the dragon pit. Suddenly you felt the excitement again and grabbed Aemond's arm a little more. You entered the pit and went deeper inside. You had never seen a dragon before and were curious to see what effect it would have on you. But when you spotted the outline of an island in the far corner of the pit, your eyes widened.

You don't want to let go of Aemond, but he is now standing in front of you and you instinctively reach for his hand. You missed his slight smile as you reached for his hand, and the admiration for your courage in his eyes as your gaze remained fixed on Vhagar. Aemond also refocused on Vhagar and slowly walked towards her. You walked behind Aemond, sure that he would feel how wet your palm was by now, but you didn't care at the moment. Aemond lifted his other hand slightly and spoke soothingly to Vhagar in a foreign language. The dragon's huge head slowly lifted and completely mesmerised you - she was so beautiful.

Even though you were aware that she was the largest and oldest dragon in the world, standing in front of her was very different to just reading about her. You walked closer to her until suddenly you were standing next to this mountain of a dragon. Aemond watched your features closely. The way you smiled, even though your breathing was a little faster. The way your emerald eyes no longer shone for him, but for the figure in front of you, made him smile. He would feel jealousy if it had been anyone other than Vhagar.

When you suddenly reached out to touch Vhagar, his eyes widened. Just as he was about to say something, Vhagar turned her big head towards you. You stopped moving and breathing, but your hand remained on Vhagar. You looked straight into her big eyes, Aemond didn't say anything either and watched the scene carefully. But then Vhagar simply turned her head away, as if she was bored. You exhaled in relief, a soft giggle escaped your lips and you looked at Aemond, who was also smiling in relief. Slowly, you began to stroke the scales of her body. Aemond was impressed by you, by your enthusiasm, by your courage. He could never have imagined that a woman could be so interested in Vhagar, let alone in him.

The journey of your fingers continued as you explored the dragon's scales.

"How does it feel?" whispered Aemond suddenly. Your green eyes met his, your hand still on Vhagar.

"So warm.. Hard.. but warm," you said softly. "A complete contrast to the fur of a direwolf," you added.

He smiled at you and nodded slightly.

"Impressive, isn't it?" he whispered, "How such a large animal covered in scales can be so warm."

You could only nod, your hand continuing to run gently over the scales, feeling every crevice in each scale your fingers stroked.

"It's from the fire inside her, you know? It radiates through her, right into her scales..." he whispered, suddenly placing his hand over yours. The warmth now flooded your hand from both sides.

"... And when you sit on her, your whole body is flooded with her warmth..." he continued to whisper, your faces so close. Fascinated by his words, you felt his warm breath on your skin, his fingers gliding gently over yours.

"I would love to experience that..." you whispered.

He nodded slightly when he heard your words, "As soon as we're married, I'll take you with me. We'll ride Vhagar together whenever you want... " he whispered. Your lips almost touched and you felt your breathing getting heavier.

"... How does that sound?" Aemond whispered, barely perceptible.

A slight nod on your part serves as an answer and you notice how his eyes keep wandering to your lips.

"When we're married..." you finally whispered. And then your lips met. Your lips moved around each other in a literal embrace - touched cautiously at first, but became bolder with each movement, becoming more and more confident. The lips that you were both sure would be with you for the rest of your lives.

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Michael Gavey X (Preacher's Daughter Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 2886

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Warnings:: Corruption Kink, Oral sex (M receiving), Fingering, dubcon, coercion, religious guilt

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Michael is walking on clouds today. As far as he is concerned, today is a great fucking day.

He has been working as a tutor all semester trying to plump up his resume so he can go for that TA position he knows is going to open up next autumn.

Thus far, every student he has worked with is an airhead. The worst was Farleigh, who didn't actually want to learn anything and would just wait until Michael spoon fed him the answers and take off as soon as the assignment was finished.

But today, today Michael was told he was going to tutor you. The cutest little thing he has ever laid eyes on. With your mid-thigh length plaid skirts, high socks, and little cardigans, it was like you walked out straight out of his dreams and into Oxford.

You were a pastors daughter. Prim and proper, always walking around with that little silver cross hanging from your neck. Michael had spotted you as soon as school had started, and it only took about a month before the dreaded Felix Catton had set his sights on you. As if it wasn't bad enough that Michael's only friend Oliver had already been wrapped up in Felix's little web now, Michael had to watch that web get spun around you.

Which is why it came as such a big surprise when you turned him down. Felix had been trying for weeks to hook up with you. Following you around like a puppy, it made Michael sick. Couldn't Felix see how special you are? How could he treat you as just another name in his little black book?

Michael's vindication came in the form of a very public rejection where you called out Felix for "only wanting one thing" in the courtyard for multiple students and staff to see.

The public embarrassment this afforded Felix only made Michael more enamored with you. He found himself constantly daydreaming of you. He imagined you sitting on his lap as he kissed you. Your pure innocent lips on his never having been soiled by another man's touch. He imagines pushing up that little plaid skirt and sinking his fingers deep into that cunt, sweet. Innocent, and just for him.

Michael was feeling a bit nervous as he sat and waited for you in the library. He knew his personality left a lot to be desired. If there was anyone in this wretched place, he didn't want to scare off with his brashness it was you.

"Just be normal. Just be normal, " he whispers to himself as he continues to wait, fingers tapping on the thick wooden table.

"She was supposed to be here by now," he wonders aloud. She didn't show up because it's me probably. She's heard all the horror stories of me being annoying or weird. I've already ruined it before I had a chance to meet her. Well, if she's going to be like that, then I wouldn't want her anyway. She's just like all these other posh Neanderthals. Judging someone before they've even properly gotten to know them.

Michael's brain continues to rattle off thought after thought bouncing between sadness, rejection, and anger, as he glares toward the entry to the library picking at the table with his fingernail.

Then you walk in, books clung tightly to your chest, a pink and gray pleated skirt, white knee high socks and those cute black shoes with the straps, a pink cardigan and shining in the light the dainty silver cross you're never seen without.

He sits up straighter, clearing his throat, as he subtly shifts his books, notebooks, and pens on the table.

"Michael?" Your voice sounds so sweet to Michael that he has to force himself not to salivate.

"Yes. That's me, I take it you're my new pupil?" Keep calm, Gavey. Don't act like a creep. He repeats these two rules to himself while sporting a look of indifference on his face.

You reach your hand out to him and tell him your name. He takes your hand and shakes it. So small, soft, and delicate. Perfect hands. Just the right size to be engulfed by Michael's rather sizable hands, he thinks to himself.

"Hello?" You look at him questioningly as he stares at you while absent-mindedly continuing to shake your hand for far longer than was necessary.

What you didn't know was in Michael's head he was all over you, he had you bent over this wooden table, skirt pushed up to reveal your rounded bum, him sliding himself in and out of your body while you begged him for more.

He shakes himself out of his thoughts, and his cheeks burn crimson when he realizes he is still shaking your hand. "Right.. umm" he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and pulls on the collar of his shirt. The heat on his face has traveled to his chest.

As you sit, he can't help but watch you. You're so gentle from the way you sit to the way you place your books on the table.

"So what specifically are you struggling with?" He already knows she is failing the class in its entirety, but he can't seem to find another way to initiate conversation.

You whimper, and Michael just about dies

"Everything. Every single thing." You put your hands over your face clearly stressed.

"Oh. Well, we will start from the beginning then." Michael starts with what he thinks will be the easiest, basic statistics.

Even with this, you struggle greatly, the hours spent in the library do prove beneficial but only slightly and the novelty of being with you has started to wear off for Michael due to the sheer shock of how bad you are at this.

Michael rubs his temples, his head just barely hovering over the wood of the library table. "Did they not touch on any of this in secondary school?"

"They did, I wasn't any good there either, but I was able to make it up in other ways"

Michael lifts his head and looks at you quizzically. "Other ways?"

"Extra credit, community service, church duty." You explained this as if it was perfectly normal to pass maths because you picked up an extra shift helping at the church.

Michael blinks as he blankly stares back at you. "Right.......of course...... obviously......"

He looks around the library and sees it's mostly cleared out. "Well they'll be kicking us out of here any minute now" He sighs as he closes the books on the table packing up to leave, relieved that this elongated torture session has come to a close.

You stand up nervously. "No!" You didn't mean to shriek, but you did, voice reverberating around the nearly empty library.

"The quiz is in two days! I..... I can't fail! My father! He will....... oh no, please! Keep going. I'll do anything!"

Michael immediately stops moving and fights the small smirk, clawing its way across his features. Anything. I'll do anything. The words float through his mind like a beautiful song he has been waiting to hear.

Anything.

"Well, you could come back to my dorm, and we could continue......." He starts as he looks around sheepishly.

"Yes! Oh my goodness, yes! Thank you, Michael!" You excitedly collect the rest of your things from the table.

"But," Michael interjects. "We will have to....... make the process more interesting because i was nearly falling asleep a moment ago"

"Sure! whatever you suggest." You beam a smile at him, and he smirks. Oh, he has a suggestion that will keep both of them awake.

Michael opens the door to his dorm, holding his arm out and gesturing for you to go first.

You enter the room and look around. It's extremely neat. No personal effects save for a photo of Michael and his parents.

Michael walks in behind you, closing the door and setting his books down on the small table in the corner.

"Sit." He motions toward the chair across from him.

You place your books down on the table and slowly lower yourself into the chair.

" So I have an idea...... that might give you the proper.... motivation" his eyes travel up and down your form, and he slightly bites on his bottom lip before he continues. "I'm going to show you an example problem. Then I'm going to give you the same type of problem to solve. If you get it right, i remove an article of clothing. If you get it wrong, you do"

"Oh! umm Michael.... I'm not sure. " You nervously wring your hands in your lap. You are terrible at maths you would surely end up naked in no time.

"You said anything, and this will keep me awake. We could always just call it for the night......" He trails off looking to the side.

"Wait! no! ok"

Michael smirks. "Ok, then let's get started.

As expected, you get most answers wrong first, taking off your shoes, socks, and earrings. When you finally get one right, Michael chuckles and takes off his belt.

"Good, good. See? What did I tell you? proper motivation." He scoots his chair forward, a bit closing the space between you.

A few more problems later you are sitting there in nothing but a bra and panties Michael in his shirt and boxers.

As you try to focus on the current problem, you can't help but be distracted by the rather sizable bulge in his boxers.

"T-there," your voice faulters as you slide the paper back towards Michael for his review. He looks it over quickly.

"Sorry darling, that's not quite it." He leans forward, explaining where you went wrong with the formula.

"Oh." You feel the heat pool in your cheeks as you unlatch your bra. Trying to cover your breasts as you remove it.

Michael's eyes light up as he takes in your almost nude form. The bulge in his boxers becomes even more apparent as he races to write you up a new problem.

"What happens when I run out of clothes?" You know, at this point, it is an inevitability that you will end up completely nude, but you are learning and starting to get problems correct. If you can learn just enough to pass the quiz, you could possibly save your grade in this class.

"We will figure something out between the two of us, I'm sure." He brings his hand down to your knee, gently rubbing circles there with his thumb.

You focus completely on the next math problem, trying desperately to hold off the inevitable removal of your panties.

"Bravo!" Michael cheers as you slide a math problem done correctly over to him. "Guess you survive this round" He stands up from the chair and pulls his boxers off, exposing his fully erect cock.

You mean to look away. You should look away, right? That would be the polite thing to do but you can't. He is long and girthy and painfully hard.

He gently rubs at himself, watching you watch him. "Hmmm, next problem," he slides the paper over to you.

"Right, of course." You take the paper and try to focus on the problem as your eyes consistently slide back towards him as he strokes himself slowly.

"I don't mind if you look" He rubs his thumb over the slit and the tip of his cock spreading the precum around the head.

Your entire face flushes with heat. "I wasn't, ummm." You look back at the problem trying to work it out. You feel like you are writing hieroglyphics, as if you have never seen these symbols before.

"Well, that's incorrect, sorry." Michael grins happily as he waits for you to remove your final article of clothing.

"I can't. I can't expose that. " You nervously rub your palms against your thighs.

"How about we just do this?" Michael leans forward and slides your panties to the side.

Your eyes go wide, and you make a loud gulping sound.

"That's not so bad, is it?" Michael runs a finger up your slit feeling the obvious wetness there. "From what I gather, you seem to be enjoying this"

He collects some of your slick and brings it up to your pearl, drawing slow circles around the nerve.

"Oh!" You instantly close your eyes. You have touched yourself before. Something you would always pray for forgiveness for right after, but this felt different. Micheal's large finger and course fingertip make the sensation more intense, and your body instantly reacts, wanting more.

"Ahh." You breathe out as Michael applies more pressure to your bud, increasing the speed at which he applies that pressure.

Michael leans forward, completely kissing up the side of your neck. "It's ok. I won't tell anyone."

"I .... I have to remain chaste. " You moan as he slides a finger into you while holding the pressure down on your bud.

"There are things we can do without....... breaking the seal..... just relax, " He whispers into your ear as he continues sliding his finger against your walls.

You feel the pleasure building up in your lower stomach and instinctually spread your legs wider.

"That's it, good girl, I'm going to make you feel really good, ok?"

Your head rolls back as the pressure continues to build, the guilt in your mind losing to the pleasure coursing through your nerves.

Micheal moves his thumb quickly against your clit and pushes against the spongey spot inside your walls and sends you into a tailspin.

"Oh, Michael! Michael!" You gasp as the pressure in your stomach pulls taught, threatening to snap at any moment.

"I got you, let go for me, beautiful." As he whispers these words into your ear, the band snaps.

"Ahhhh, Mich-" You can't get the words out as your jaw goes slack and your entire body vibrates.

Michael continues his movements while you ride out your high, only pulling his hand away once you whimper at the overstimulation.

Michael takes your juices and rubs them on his cock as he slowly strokes himself. "That was glorious, you look so pretty when you cum"

You watch him touch himself with curiosity. "I can teach you more than maths." he says suddenly as he increases the pace of his movements.

"Come here." He motions you toward him, and like a puppet on a string, you go to him. You have already gone this far. What is stopping you now?

"Get on your knees." You quickly comply, dropping to your knees before him.

"Good, think you are going to learn this much quicker" He brings the weeping head of his cock to your lips.

You flick your tongue out and lick the tip you had heard of oral sex before. Kind of had a decent idea of what it entailed.

Michael groans. "Open up and flip your lips over your teeth."

You follow his instructions and he slides his cock into your mouth pushing past your lips. "Good, good, breath through your nose."

He grips the hair at the top of your head slowly dragging you forward pushing more of his cock into your mouth.

"Use your tongue beautiful" He sighs with pleasure as you slide your tongue along the underside of his cock.

"So fucking good." The grip on your hair tightens as he pushes further hitting the back of your throat, earning him a gag.

"What a pretty sound," He coos as he starts to move his hips while holding your head in place.

"Just like that." His breathing gets heavier as his speed increases. "Fuck, yes. Look at me" He grunts as he starts to batter the back of your throat with his cockhead.

You look up at him with tears streaking down your face and drool slipping from your chin.

"Almost there." He wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "So pretty when you cry"

Michael grips your hair tight, pushing himself fast and hard into your throat.

"You're gonna swallow what I give you" You do your best to attempt to nod while he fucks your face, pushing himself as far as he will go, the hairs at his base coming in contact with your nose and chin.

"That's it right there...... FUCK!" Michael spurts directly into your throat. You hardly have to swallow at all.

He pulls himself out of your mouth and smiles down at you, wiping the drool off of your chin.

"Think we can call it a night, yeah?" He pulls his boxers up and collapses back in the chair a look of lazy satisfaction on his face.

"Yeah, that might be best." You wipe the tears from your face and gather your clothes.

"There are still two more days before the quiz. Come back tomorrow, and we can continue." Michael gets out of the chair and wraps his arms around you from behind, gently kissing your neck.

"I love teaching you. Tell me you'll come back tomorrow."

You blush at his words, "Yes, I'll be back tomorrow"

Micheal sees you out and watches as you walk down the hallway and disappear out of sight before going back into his room and flopping onto his bed with a contented sigh before he chuckles to himself.

"I got what Felix couldn't"

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Ahh, Lyn, this was a masterpiece! It was so dark at first, but he loves his lady. he just needs to get rid of that pesky husband!🤣

Lady, Wife, Whore, Woman Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen x Female Oneshot

Summary: The story of a young married lady's dilemma when the Prince Regent makes it clear he wants her for himself.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, SMUT, Power Imbalance, Infidelity, Orgasm Denial, medieval-canon sexism, and profanity.

Word Count: 7104

Writer's Notes: The name Lady Stokeworth was used to weave some canon elements into the fic. She is female, but no physical description is given. This got a little long and her story sort of took over, but there's Aemond and smut. Enjoy!!

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The realm is at war because a family wars with itself, making the days darker for all who reside in Westeros, especially in the Red Keep, where each day is fraught with suspicion and danger.

When King Viserys dies, your husband becomes one of many lords imprisoned for loyalty to Princess Rhaenyra, the king's named heir, while you are locked in your chambers. One by one, the captives are brought before the king’s justice and given a last chance to swear fealty to Aegon. Some, including your husband, bend the knee to the green king. Those who do not, including Lords Hayford, Merryweather, and Harte, as well as Lady Fell, lose their heads that day.

Despite his oath of allegiance to King Aegon, you know your husband’s loyalty, and therefore your own, is still questioned. Simply asking to send a message by raven to your family can be viewed as treachery, for you are inexperienced in the conspiracy and duplicity that have spread throughout the court, and that is distressing enough.

But you, the new Lady Stokeworth, have another unwanted worry from which you cannot escape. You have no idea what you did to attract his interest, but from the moment of your first introduction months ago, the gaze of his eye has followed you.

“We should not be late. Are you ready?” Your husband’s question brings your thoughts back to the here and now.

Looking up at him, you force a smile. Though you have no wish to leave your chambers, you know attendance at this dinner is required. Smoothing your skirts as you get up, you only reply, “Yes, I’m ready.”

Placing your hand on your husband’s arm and trying to maintain a neutral expression on your face, you walk through the keep, keeping your eyes downcast in an attempt to stay oblivious to your surroundings. But you can still feel the eyes of the court following you, and you think the sounds of their whispers are louder today, making the halls of the Red Keep feel as if they are closing in on you.

The dinner is a somewhat subdued affair, not unexpected given the state of war and the horrors that even the royal family has not been spared. Musicians play, trying to keep spirits light and impress an illusion of normalcy upon the Targaryen court. The only members of the royal family present are the Prince Regent and his mother, the Dowager Queen, which is not surprising given the gravely injured King Aegon's bedridden state and the rumored madness of Queen Helaena following her son's murder.

You have little appetite; you only pick at your food. You can feel his eye on you; you don’t need to look to know he openly stares at you. Any attempts at discretion have long since ceased. Thinking back, you came to the Red Keep as the new bride of Lord Stokeworth, having only been wed a few weeks, but determined to adapt to married life as the wife of a lord from a house larger than your family’s modest one.

Upon meeting the prince, you immediately feel shy in his presence. While his appearance is striking in a handsome and dashing way, it is his unusual combination of aloofness and intensity that unsettles you. You believed there would be little contact with him, as you were only the wife of a lord. Initially, you dismiss the subtle glances or the accidental closeness he always managed to achieve, but with time, you begin to suspect that he is paying more attention to you than he should.

You and your husband are due to leave the Red Keep and return home to Castle Stokeworth, but the King’s death changes everything and forces your stay in the Red Keep. The coming days became a whirlwind of uncertainty and fear. After the coronation of Aegon II and the escape of Princess Rhaenys, hope fades that the Targaryens can peacefully resolve their differences.

The news of Prince Aemond striking the first blow by killing his nephew Lucerys, thereby ensuring open warfare between the factions of House Targaryen, shocks everyone, but it seems to bring about a change in the Prince himself. If he feels any remorse for killing his nephew, he hides it well, but he does not hide his more imposing and aggressive nature. He now basks in the admiration of many green supporters and savors the fear of others as the rider of the deadly Vhagar.

Before long, Prince Aemond takes over as ruler, becoming Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm. With the weight of the war on his shoulders and the power of a king in his hands, he feels no need to be discreet.

For you, that means his hints of interest in you, which were once subtle enough to be dismissed, are now too bold to be mistaken. Quick glances have now become long gazes at your full lips or the swell of your breasts. When he kisses your hand, his curved lips linger on your skin, and his long fingers hold onto you for too long.

Lords and ladies who have linked their fates and the fate of their houses to the Greens worry with every piece of bad news and every sign of the mercurial Prince Regent’s displeasure. With his desire for you, like now an open book for anyone to read, some even suggest that if having the little wife of Lord Stokeworth in his bed will help him rule, then let him have her. Whispers become hints, and soon you begin to feel pressure from the court to give in to him. Though many are surprised that he hasn’t taken what he clearly wants already, some think that he enjoys toying with the pretty lady and humiliating her husband, while others worry that the young ruler has no time for games while at war.

The thought of dishonoring you and your new husband by being the subject of such a scandal horrifies you. You were raised to be a loyal and dutiful wife; it is not in your nature to seek out this kind of attention. You can only hope that if you remain steadfast and true to your marriage, the prince will soon tire of your resistance.

“The more you resist him, the more determined he is to have you." A feminine voice beside you utters conspiratorially.

Startled, you turn to see that Lady Rosby has taken the seat next to you. Having finished their meal, most are milling about in small groups of conversation, with a few pairings taking to the dance floor in an attempt to maintain an air of unconcerned nobility. You stay seated, hoping to remain unnoticed.

“I beg your pardon, Lady Rosby,” you stammer, the discomfort of having to discuss your situation only making you feel worse.

“You have made it clear that you did not seek out the prince’s attention, but you have his attention nonetheless,” the older lady continues, pausing to take a sip of her wine. “A wise woman would consider giving him what he wants, willingly, rather than continuing to vex the dragon.”

Aghast, you can only stare open-mouthed at Lady Rosby, who is the first to blatantly suggest to your face that you dishonor yourself, your husband, and your family by willingly submitting to his lustful desires.

Lady Rosby’s face does not soften at the sight of tears forming in your eyes. “I’m telling you this for your own good. I can see that you are naive, but the harsh truth is that noble ladies have had to spread their legs for worse men than him to serve the realm.” Seeing you begin to shake your head in despair, she grabs hold of your hand. “Give him what he wants before he loses patience and decides to take it by force. Learn how to make him happy.”

Fighting to hold back your tears, you tear your hand out of her grasp, standing abruptly, needing to get away from this woman and leave this crowded hall. A now-too-familiar voice from behind you halts your progress as you quickly make your way around the end of the long table, looking for your husband.

“Hmm, leaving so soon, Lady Stokeworth, and without even gracing me with your beautiful smile or a kind word?”

You take a moment to try and compose yourself before turning to face the Prince Regent. Standing several feet from you, dressed all in black, his long leather doublet is adorned with a gold chain draped across the front, a belt around his trim waist, and the Conqueror's crown atop his silvery head. While the eye patch covers his missing eye, the other's lustful stare is enough to convey his intentions. With an ever-present smirk on his lips, he beckons you towards him with an extended hand.

Taking a deep breath as you approach, you place your smaller hand in his, feeling the roughened skin of his fingers grasp your soft skin. Somehow, despite your shaking legs, you manage to gracefully give him a deep curtsey. Finally meeting his eye, you find your voice to say, “Your Grace.”

Never taking his lilac gaze from you, he leans down, placing a kiss on your hand, letting his lips linger far longer than is proper. He straightens to his full height and tilts his head, never releasing your hand. “You seem upset, my lady,” he comments, his voice low.

His larger hand completely envelops yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your smooth skin as he draws you even closer to him. “Tis nothing, your grace. I was just going to look for my husband.”

“Then I will keep the most beautiful lady in the realm company until your dear husband is found,” he insists, while resting his other hand at your waist.

If you close your eyes, the velvety smooth tone of his voice would be soothing, but the way he looks at you—the sharp gleam in his eye and the covetous smile on his pointed lips—is anything but calming. He reminds you of a cunning predator stalking prey, and you are his prey. Knowing you must tread carefully with him, you offer no resistance; even when he leans so close, you can smell the wine on his breath.

“My sweet lady, you’re trembling, and you look like a frightened doe ready to run to safety,” his voice murmured in your ear. “I can assure you, there is no safer place for you than with me.”

Trying to steady your breathing, you can only plead, “Please your grace; this is most improper, and people will get the wrong impression.”

A sharp intake of breath from him hints at his annoyance. “People already know, and I don’t give a shit what they think.” His fingers dig into the flesh of your hip as he hisses, "You distract me to no end; at a time, I cannot afford to be distracted."

Although you are in a room filled with people, you have never felt more alone. You know no one will come to your aid, no matter how obvious your distress is, with the Prince Regent at your side. “If I am such a distraction, perhaps it would be best if I were to be allowed to return to Castle Stokeworth…”

“I forbid it!” his voice angrily raises, loud enough to draw looks from those nearby. Aemond now looms over you, making no effort to hide his ire. “I have been more than patient with you. You will come to me,” he insists, before turning on his heel and stalking off, motioning for the Hand of the King to follow him.

He leaves you standing alone, shaking. Glancing around, you can see everyone staring at you. Lady Rosby looks at you with disappointment on her face. You see your husband off to the side of the room, his brow furrowed and his lips drawn in a thin line, but his expression is unreadable to you. Gathering your skirts, you hastily flee the room, heedless of the people you brush past, needing to be away from the Targaryen court's stares.

By the time you reach your chambers, you are out of breath with tears streaming down your cheeks. Allowing yourself to fall onto your bed, you lay there weeping inconsolably, only rising after a short time when your maid requests entry. Though she is soft-spoken and kind, you don’t feel comfortable showing the depths of your despair around the servants.

After wiping your eyes and trying to put on a brave face, you let her help you out of your dress and into a thin nightdress to help keep you cool on these warm nights. She removes your jewelry and wipes your skin with a damp cloth. The nightly ritual helps to calm you somewhat.

Since you left the dinner early, it is not late at all. You dismiss your maid, letting her have the rest of the evening to herself since you plan to remain in your chambers, perhaps writing a letter to your older sister. She is married herself and now a mother. The two of you have always been close, and maybe confiding in her will help you. You miss your sister and your family dearly. Your family may be a small, minor house, but the faith of the Seven and a steadfastness to always act honorably have been ingrained in you since you were a little girl. Your upbringing was strict and proper for a lady, but other than clinging to your values, you have no idea how to deal with the situation you now find yourself in.

Your marriage was arranged and could hardly be called a love match, but you have no reason to complain. You are not mistreated, and Lord Stokeworth already has children from his first lady wife, who sadly died of an illness. Indeed, little is demanded of you by your husband. You do not share much closeness, and there still remains a formality to your marriage. You make every effort to engage your husband in conversation, asking about his interests, but he is a quiet man who seems content with you being more of an occasional companion than a friend or partner.

You are still deciding if you want to write a letter or try to read when the chamber door opens and your husband enters the room. The stern expression on his face worries you. He, like you, had hoped that the Prince Regent would turn his attention elsewhere.

“I’m sorry. I wanted him to see reason…” You begin before he waves you off with his hand.

Nervously twisting your fingers while you watch your husband pour himself a generous cup of wine, waiting for him to speak. The two of you have surprisingly talked little about the Prince Regent, mostly your repeated promises that you have no intention to dishonor your marriage by giving in to his desires.

“I just spoke with the Prince Regent and his Hand,” he begins after taking a deep drink before forcefully setting the cup down. He remains standing by the table, resting his hands on the surface.

Despite months of marriage, you still find it difficult to read your husband. You can tell he is clearly distressed, but with Prince Regent Aemond or with you, you cannot tell.

“In four days, I am to personally lead my men to join the garrison at Rook’s Rest. The Hand believes that Lord Mooton of Maidenpool will lead a force to try and retake it,” he informs you, his voice hard and bitter. “It will be my responsibility to hold the settlement for the greens.”

Your mind races trying to understand the implications of this. Your husband is not a warrior; his strength lies in administering his lands and supplying food to King’s Landing. It does not take long for the true meaning of this to dawn on you.

“He will send you into battle. Because of me.“ Your heart sinks as you utter those words.

Your husband taps his fingers on the tabletop. “He also said that you could persuade him to change his mind.”

Your mouth gapes open in shock, and a knot of dread forms in the pit of your stomach. "He resorts to this to force me into his bed," you mutter quietly, as a flicker of anger lights within you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you begin to pace. “There must be a way we can leave King’s Landing.”

Your husband’s head snaps up. “Don’t be ridiculous. There is nowhere we could go where he could not find us, and he would seize my holdings, Castle Stokeworth, and leave me with nothing!” Glaring at you, he continues, “My head would end up on a pike.”

Once again, tears begin to fill your eyes. The thought of your husband being forced to fight and possibly being killed in battle because you choose to honor your marriage vows and remain true to your husband fills you with despair.

“There is only one way to deal with this, and you must do it.”

Now it is your head that snaps up to stare at your husband. “What are you saying?”

Draining his cup of wine before refilling it, he looks at you pointedly and says, “You will go to the Prince Regent, and you will yield to his wishes.”

His words are like a slap to your face, so stunned you are. Feeling tremors throughout your body, you struggle to speak. “You would send me to another man’s bed?” you ask incredulously. “I am your wife, and you tell me to become his whore?”

Sighing, as if exasperated by the subject, he responds sullenly, “I do not care for it either, but I cannot risk my holdings, and I have no wish to die on a battlefield.” Your husband begins unfastening his doublet, walking away from you and towards the door of your chambers. Pausing to turn to you, your husband says, “There is a kingsguard waiting outside the door. It would be best not to keep the Prince Regent waiting; he is expecting you.” The tone of his voice makes it clear that he wishes for no further discussion on the subject.

Your tears are burning your eyes; you can only stammer, “Now? Like this?"

“Serving the realm sometimes means making sacrifices we do not wish to make. I see no other choice in the matter,’ he says resolutely as he opens the door and motions for the kingsguard to enter, instructing, “Please escort Lady Stokeworth to the Prince Regent.”

Shame and panic at being escorted through the Red Keep in your nightdress to be delivered to the Prince Regent threaten to overwhelm you. Anger and dismay that your own husband refuses to stand up for your honor in any way after you have spent weeks and months agonizing over Prince Aemond's advances leave you shaking. Only the lifelong teaching of obedience and your pride prevent you from falling apart completely.

Glancing at the guard, who is managing to keep his expression impassive, you allow yourself a moment to rally your composure. “One moment, please, Ser.” You walk over to a wardrobe that holds many of your clothes, searching until you find a light cloak. After you place it around your shoulders and fasten the clasp at your throat, you turn to follow the guard without another look towards your husband. Your anger is prompting your actions as you refuse to be paraded through the Keep to the Prince Regent in your nightdress for all to see.

The guard leads you part way down the corridor as you once again try to ignore your surroundings by keeping your head down. You are surprised when the guard stops and opens a door that you had never noticed before, so well concealed as part of the wall.

When he senses your hesitation, the guard quietly says, “A private passageway. We will encounter no others along the way, my lady.”

Giving him a nod, you follow him, grateful that at least half of the Keep will not see your shame at being led to the Prince Regent’s chambers. Your stomach is in knots, but strangely, you are not afraid. Your anger at your husband’s surrendering your honor and placing everything else he has above you is steeling you in an odd way. Before long, you exit the passageway, only to find yourself in an empty hallway. The kingsguard knocks on the nearest door, waiting for permission to enter. When you hear the Prince Regent’s voice bidding entry, you take a deep breath and follow him into the chambers.

“Lady Stokeworth, your grace,” announces the guard, turning to leave the room when Prince Aemond nods his head.

Still dressed from dinner, the Prince Regent sits in a chair with his long legs crossed. Though he looks relaxed, he never takes his eye off you and does not speak.

Walking a few paces closer, you give him a small nod, only greeting him with a soft “Your grace,” trying to keep your voice steady and your eyes downcast to avoid his stare.

“You’ve been crying,” he observes, noticing your red-rimmed eyes.

Standing before him, still wearing your cloak to cover your nightdress, you press your lips together before replying, “Yes, it has been a very upsetting evening.”

“It seems as though you have not changed your mind about me, yet here you are.”

Fighting the urge to tear at your fingernails, you ball your hands into fists. “It was decided that there was no choice but to come to you.”

“Decided by you or your husband?” he asks as he uncrosses his legs.

You bite your lip, unable to speak the words; your expression and silence are your answers. 

Finally rising from his seat, Prince Aemond slowly comes to stand before you, reaching out to gently brush the back of his slim finger against your cheek as you try not to flinch away from his touch. “Your husband is weak. "If you were mine, I would fight to the death before I let another man have you," he promises, his voice sounding oddly soft and gentle to you. “I would kill any man who even dared to think of touching you. I would protect you.”

You cannot hold back a slight huff. “Protect me? You have done nothing but torment me.” You try to keep still while Aemond slowly circles around you, staying far too close and resting his large hand on your shoulder. “Why me? I’ve never done anything to give you the impression that I want this.”

Aemond leans in to inhale the scents of the oils you use in your hair and bath, trying to identify the fragrances he finds alluring. “You have tormented my thoughts and dreams since I first saw you, a dazzling jewel that outshines all of the dull rabble that makes up this court.” He continues as he slides his hand over your cloak's clasp at the base of your throat. “Over are the days where I silently watch lesser men being given the things I deserve, things that I desire.”

With those words, he unfastens the clasp of your cloak, letting it fall from your shoulders to puddle around your slippered feet. You feel his body press against your back; his long, slim fingers gently wrap around your throat, forcing your head back to rest against his shoulder. When his arm snakes around your waist, you suck in your breath, and you feel his mouth brush against your ear, finding the spot where he can feel the beating of your heart beneath his lips.

Until you hear his whisper, “Breathe, my sweet,” you don’t realize you have been holding your breath.

“I have imagined this moment so many times and in so many different ways,” he murmurs against your skin. “When I was angry at your resistance, I wanted you on your knees, begging me to fuck you.” He pauses to suck and nips your neck hard enough to be sure it will mark you as his, before soothing the tender spot with flicks of his tongue. “When my impatience threatened to get the better of me, I thought of tearing the clothes from your body, holding you down, and fucking you hard until you screamed.”

You gasp at hearing his vulgar descriptions of what he could do to you and what he has thought about doing to you. His grip on your throat tightens slightly, and you feel his large palm roaming over the curves of your body, with only the thin silken fabric of your nightdress as a barrier to his touch.

But his touch is having an effect on you, despite your wish to remain unmoved by him.

Your head instinctively turns toward Aemond’s face, and he seizes the opportunity to kiss your lips. His kiss is not soft; it is hungry and demanding, with his tongue pushing past your teeth and exploring your mouth. You do not resist, letting him have his way as your hand moves to grip his leather-sleeved arm to steady yourself.

Barely pausing for breath, he maneuvers you so that you are now facing him, wrapping his sinewy arms around you, holding you tightly as he grinds himself against you, while his lips never cease kissing you, only pausing to quickly murmur, “My cock aches for you.”

You can only manage a whispered "Your grace..." before he smothers your words with his lips against yours, then softly growls, "No, use my name."

Your arms have wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his long silken hair. Shock that he is stirring feelings inside you that you have never felt before pierces through the haze of your mind. A flash of shame that your body is coming alive with pleasure that you have never felt from your husband’s touch is quickly brushed aside. When you utter his name and begin to return his kisses with equal fervor, he takes it as your accedence to his desires.

Part of your loose gown slips down your arm, exposing more skin for his lips to taste as he trails hot, wet kisses along the contours of your shoulder while allowing him to slip his hand inside, marveling at how your breast fills his large hand.

A soft moan escapes your mouth as he rubs his thumb over your nipple, causing it to stiffen into a firm peak. Your small hand grasps the back of his neck, squeezing the way his hand held your throat. You barely notice when he pushes your gown further down until it slides off your body to join your discarded cloak because he has lowered his lips to your bosom, sucking and teasing your nipple with his mouth while his hand kneads your other breast, rolling your hard, sensitive peak between his long fingers.

"Perfect tits, so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin before flicking his tongue over your nipple. Wonderful sensations spread throughout your body, and warmth pools between your legs as you watch him toy with your breasts.

As thin fingers prod your folds and uncover the moisture that seeps from your cunt, you softly whimper. Your head leans against his chest when he slides two long fingers knuckle deep inside you and teases little circles around your pearl with the calloused pad of his thumb.

"Gods, you're fucking soaked," he grunts in your ear, over the sloppy wet sounds coming from between your legs. “Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from answering, not willing to shame yourself by uttering the words he wants to hear, but you cannot bring yourself to tell him to stop either. Only your arm around his shoulders and your weight against him hold you up.

With a curse, he abruptly stops, withdraws his hand, and scoops you up in his arms, carrying you over to his bed and dropping you down on top of the covers.

The realization that you are completely naked to his gaze pushes through the fog of your mind, but the sight of him ripping the buckles of his doublet open and tossing it to the floor before he continues to strip himself as naked as you, save his eye patch, keeps you in place. You can’t help but stare at his lithe, muscled body, decorated with patches of fine, pale hair in the center of his chest and between his lean legs, where his hard cock juts out.

"I want to taste your cunt," he said, his voice sounding like a low, strained growl as strong hands yank you closer to him.

Your eyes go wide when he pushes your legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. When you feel his tongue start licking your most private parts, you can’t hold back the soft shriek you make. You're not sure whether it's the sensation or the shock of what he is doing.

Aemond looks up at your face curiously for a second before asking, “Your husband has never done this to you, has he?”

The slight shake of your head with your lips parted in surprise puts a smirk on his face, knowing that he will be the first to taste your dripping cunt. He keeps his eye on you as he places a kiss on your sensitive bud before he starts swirling his tongue around your cunt, loving the expressions on your face.

You try to maintain eye contact, but soon the intensifying sensations have you throwing your head back and biting your lip to keep from moaning out loud. Before long, his alternating licking and sucking have your thighs quivering as a winding tightness deep inside you threatens to snap.

Just as your body is about to experience your release, he takes his mouth from your folds, resting his chin on your thigh. He watches you whimper as tears of frustration threaten to spill from your eyes.

“My dear Lady Stokeworth,” he purrs against your skin. “I wonder, how does your husband fuck you? "Does he just have you lie there with your nightdress pulled up while he ruts into you?"

You feel the burn of his words' accuracy on your skin, but you will not acknowledge them. Forcing yourself up to rest on your elbows to look at him as tears roll from your eyes, you know he sees the truth all over your face.

Between wet kisses on the flesh of your thigh, he murmurs, “Tell me you want me, and I will give you your release and so much more.”

Choking back a sob and looking away from him, you barely whisper a yes, accepting that you want to feel more of the pleasure he can give you—pleasure that your husband does not.

“Look at me,” he demands. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."

As you struggle with yourself, you feel a long finger slide inside you as a teasing reminder of the pleasure you seek, your need compelling you to give in to his wishes. “Don’t stop…please.”

He inflames your arousal further by flicking your stimulated pearl with his tongue. “You will have to do better than that, my lady. You know what I want to hear; now say it." His voice was a low growl.

As you moan your capitulation, the last shreds of your resistance shatters, leaving you with one last spark of rebellion. "Yes, Aemond. I will be your whore. Please don’t torment me any longer, just fuck me,” your voice trailing into a needy whine as tears flow freely now.

Knowing that he finally has your complete submission, Aemond can't resist one last dig: "Tonight, you finally learn how a real man fucks."

With an arm wrapped around your hip to hold you in place, his mouth descends upon your cunt while pumping two long fingers in and out of your tight walls. Fastening his lips to your bud, he relentlessly licks and sucks like a starving man finally allowed to feast. 

Your back arches from the bolts of pleasure taking over your body as you fist the blanket you lay on. It does not take long for him to bring you back to the edge of delirium, and this time you do not resist, allowing yourself to be swept away when the warm tightness deep inside you snaps. Your peak leaves you whimpering and shuddering, moreso because he does not cease swirling his tongue through your folds, lapping up the sweet juices that flow from you throughout your release.

Panting, you begin to beg, ”Please, too much.” Your hand goes to the top of his silvery head, weakly trying to push him back.

Surprisingly, he does pull back and rise to his feet before joining you on the bed. “I could spend hours tasting you, but I have waited long enough. My cock aches to be inside you.”

When he moves your body as if you were a doll, you compliantly let him. When you manage to open your eyes, he is kneeling between your legs, stroking his long, hard cock as he takes in the vision of you sprawled wantonly on his bed.

Your breath catches at the sight of him now that your tears have stopped. His sharp features, sculpted limbs, and pale skin capture your attention before he presses the reddish weeping tip of his length against your soaking cunt, coating himself in your wetness.

He does not hesitate when he lines his cock with your entrance, thrusting deeply and sheathing himself fully within you with a soft grunt. Pausing for a few seconds to revel in the warm tightness surrounding his cock, his eye stares down, enjoying the sight of your now joined bodies. He slowly withdraws before plunging back in to the hilt, just to savor the image his eye sees.

His size makes you gasp—not from pain, but from a wondrous, stretching fullness that you've never felt before. Instinctively, you spread your legs wider, bend your knees for his slim hips, and arch up to fully receive him.

“Gods, woman, you’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs as he gazes at your body, now completely open to him. With a muffled growl, he takes hold of your arms, allowing one of his strong hands to pin your slender wrists above your head.

As his hard thrusts find a steady rhythm, you feel the palm of his hand moving down your body, pausing to fondle a breast as they bounce from the force of his hips rocking into yours, his heavy stones slapping against your flesh every time he buries himself in you. His cock moves over the bundle of nerves in your walls, pulling soft whimpers from your lips.

He is not fucking you gently; he has waited too long to be gentle. The bed creaks from his forceful thrusts, which fill you again and again. You can see him looming over you, with long strands of hair flowing over his shoulders and sweat glistening on his skin. As he relentlessly fucks you, his curved lips pull back, baring his teeth as his eye roams over your face and body as if trying to commit the sight to memory.

"Ahh, you're taking my cock so well," he murmurs, breathing hard with his own exertion and building pleasure. ‘Fuck, you feel too good.”

You find his praise strangely thrilling, and you strain against his hand gripping your wrists, wanting to cling to him as the nerves inside your walls blaze with each powerful stroke of his cock, but you are only able to writhe helplessly, pinned as you are beneath him as your body rocks with each hard thrust.

The tightening coil of pressure is building deep within you, and when you bite your lip to keep from moaning loudly, he admonishes gruffly, “No, I want to hear you. I want everyone to know that you are mine.”

Finally letting go of your wrists so he can move his hand between your bodies, he finds your swollen bud and starts rubbing with the roughened pads of his fingers, making it impossible to stay quiet.

A strangled cry escapes you as a burst of euphoria races through your body, every nerve coming alive at once, causing you to dig your nails into his fair skin as you cling to him as waves of bliss carry you.

As your own peak washes over you, your walls clench around his cock. His thrusts become more erratic as his own release follows quickly. Giving one final deep stroke, his body shudders as his cock twitches and spurts his seed deep inside you.

Both of you lay together, with more of his weight pressing down on you, hearts pounding and bodies trembling and entwined. His breath is hot against your skin as he nuzzles his nose along your neck while your bodies try to calm.

After a few moments, he rolls to lay beside you, his arm bringing you with him to almost reverse positions, with you now resting on his chest as he holds you tightly. Being so close to him, you begin to notice little details. There is something exotic about the way he smells: masculine scents of smoke and leather, faint hints of sweat mixed with sandalwood and musk. You think it strange that your mind chooses to mull over what he smells like at a time like this, after what you have just done.

“You are not leaving; you will stay with me tonight,” he tells you, his voice soft but making it clear that he will have no argument from you.

He gets his way after both of you rise briefly to clean yourselves. You return to find him standing by his bed, the blankets now turned down, waiting to ensure your return. You discover that he has no qualms about walking about his chambers naked, and he discourages you from retrieving your nightdress from the floor.

Neither of you speak much; both of you seem lost in your thoughts. You have no idea what to say; your mind is filled with conflicting feelings. Your night is spent in his large bed with his warm body stretched out behind you, his arm over your waist, holding you close. Soon, the room is silent, with only the sounds of Aemond’s steady breathing coming from behind you. Because your mind cannot rest, sleep does not come as quickly for you.

You are not upset with the prospect of spending the night in the prince’s bed, for you have no wish to be with your husband right now. Your anger and disappointment are too fresh, but you realize you should not be surprised. You’ve experienced more in a few short hours than in the past months of your marriage. Aemond made you feel wanted and gave you pleasure that you did not know existed—his ardor and prowess are something you do not think your husband is even capable of.

Even this, simply laying together and being held, is new to you. Normally, once your marital relations are finished, you return to your separate beds. Here you feel a warm body against yours, the hairs on his legs against your smooth skin as your limbs entwine.

As his warmth lulls you to sleep, you think that though you may be called the Prince Regent’s whore by the court, you could grow to like being in these chambers.

“Are you ready? We should not keep your husband waiting.” Aemond comes to stand next to you, taking your hand in his. The conqueror’s crown already sits atop his head, and his kingsguard stands by the door.

Returning his smile with one of your own as he places your hand on his arm, you begin your walk to see the men off to battle, including your husband, Lord Stokeworth, leading his compliment of men. You have not seen your husband since you were escorted to the prince’s chambers. The next morning, Aemond ordered your belongings moved to his royal chambers and asked you to remain there.

Since then, the two of you have spent every possible moment together. Aemond has not neglected his duties, but he has returned to you as quickly as he can. You’ve had supper together in his chambers every evening and spent the nights exploring each other’s bodies in his bed and a few other places as well. Since Aemond insisted on showering you with gifts, you've spent your days with dressmakers and jewelers.

You can see the stares and hear the gasps as people part to make way for the Prince Regent, as he escorts you on his arm through the Keep as if you were his queen. No longer will you try to ignore the stares by keeping your eyes downcast, for the man who wears the conqueror’s crown and rides the largest dragon has promised you will be treated with the utmost respect as his lady. Along the way, Lady Rosby catches your eye with a sly smile and nods her head.

This is the first time you have been seen publicly with Aemond since being sent to his bed by your own dear husband. For months, the prince’s attention filled you with shame, and you thought submitting to his desires would devastate you; instead, the opposite happened. Your night with Aemond showed you how a man could make you feel, as well as how cold and empty your marriage was.

Your husband may have sent you to Aemond's bed, but you will gladly stay there by choice and enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

Stepping out of the Keep and into the hazy sunlight, you see a small crowd has gathered, not to wish farewell to men possibly heading off to their deaths in battle but to see the Prince Regent send the husband of his long-sought-after bedmate off to his possible death.

After a short speech from the Hand of the King with words of duty, honor, and glory in battle, the men begin to ride past to start their journey. To your Lord Stokeworth’s credit, he does not even glance at you as he rides past.

You know he believed that by sending you to Aemond, the order sending him to battle would be rescinded, allowing him to continue to serve here in the safety of the Red Keep. He trusted that you would beg Aemond to spare him; you could have, but you didn't.

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Aegon II X (Prostitute Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 2432

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Snake Banners by @arcielee

Caution Banner by @zaldritzosrose

Warnings:: dirty smut. There really isn't much plot lol. Oral (M & F Receiving) , Squirting kink, Overstim, cum play. Infidelity (technically).

A/N: This is my first attempt on Aegon and is based on some head cannons I have of him. I am totally open to any comments or suggestions about writing him.

"He's a damn usurper!" You whisper hushed to Marella.

Marella is your madame for lack of a better term.

"You're his favorite girl, and he has ordered you specifically. There is nothing I can do. " She grits her teeth and continues shuffling through dresses and holding them up against your body.

"I... I can't! When Queen Rhanyera inevitably comes to claim her throne, I'll be killed!" You bite at your fingernails, anxiety pumping through your body with such harshness you were afraid your knees would buckle.

"You place far too much importance upon yourself. You're a whore. They likely would just pass you off to someone else."

Your stomach turns at the thought. You don't mind working in the brothel. It feels safe. You have the madame and the other girls if something were to go wrong, but this, what Aegon is asking for, It's just too much.

"Why can't he just come here as he always has?" You plead with Marella desperate for her to understand your plight.

"Because he is a king at war. He can not just frolick into town and fuck a whore in his leisure time. He is being watched, and there is a bounty on his head!" Marella chooses a plain looking green dress that hugs your feminine curves. "Here put this on"

"NO! I'm not going!" You rip the dress from Marella's hands and toss it onto the bed. "If there is a bounty on his head and they come looking for that head while I am in his bed, what is to happen to me then?" You look at her expectantly with eyes wide. She couldn't possibly send you there knowing you will most likely be killed. Could she?

"You would most likely be killed. But if you do not do what he tells you to do, you could be killed right now." Marella picks the dress back up off the bed, shoving it harshly against your chest. "Die now or die later. That is your choice. King Aegon has made his choice, and that choice is to have you, up at the castle for him to call upon as he so pleases, I have grown to care for you over the years but not enough to cross the King! Now get dressed!"

You know she's right. Aegon wanted you badly enough that he sent two guards to escort you back to the keep. A place you knew you didn't belong. Queen Heleana is there. You have heard the stories of her generosity and kindness but how kind could she be to her husband's favorite whore?

Not to mention the ever so pious dowager queen, who no doubt would sooner set herself on fire then show any kindness to a whore who regularly services her married son.

"Why me?" You whimper to yourself as you drop the current brown dress you are wearing to swap it with the green one Marcella had chosen for you.

Marcella chuckles from behind you. "Never know with men. Sometimes they find that one thing they like and that's it. Whatever it is for Aegon, it seems you have it."

You roll your eyes and huff as you shake your head in disbelief. "Gods." You look up to the ceiling as soon as you have the dress on. Fighting back tears. He is going to get you killed, and you know exactly why, all because of that one thing you do in bed that he always claims is "so rare."

You straighten your back and shake out your limbs before you exit the room head held high, walking directly to the two men who had been sent to fetch you.

"Put this on." One of the men handed you a hooded cloak. You quickly put it on and lower your gaze. You were going to go with these men and hope that at some point in the future, there would be a chance for you to escape. One of the men grips your upper arm tightly as he leads you out of the brothel, and the three of you head up to the red keep. Each step bringing you closer and closer to your new life as the King's personal whore.

As soon as you breech the gate, the men move faster, and the man holding your arm pushes your head down further. Clearly, this was a mission that was to be completed without alerting other members of the royal family or council.

It is only once you are ushered into a chamber that you are finally allowed to lift your head. "Stay here." is all the man says before swiftly exiting the room.

That final bang of the heavy door slamming makes you flinch. "This is it, isn't it?" You hold your stomach feeling like the little bit of food you ate this morning might make a second appearance.

"I am going to be imprisoned in this room, as the King comes and goes as he wants." You push the hood back off of your head and look around the chamber.

It is the most beautiful room you have ever been in. Luxurious quilts are laying across the top of the large oak bed. A chaise placed strategically by the window a bookshelf to the left.

A small table and two chairs off to the side of the hearth and a wash basin in the corner of the room. If you had to make a choice in being locked up somewhere, this was probably one of the better options.

You take the cloak off and hang it over the back of one of the chairs and reach for the wine that was left on the table. You pour yourself a large cup and start to chug it, and as soon as you finish, move to pour yourself another as you hear the large door opening.

You close your eyes tight, you haven't seen him but you know it's him. That familiar chill crawls up your spine and the back of your neck, alerting you to his presence.

In truth, he is not a cruel man. As far as targaryens went, he was actually quite gentle. But he has a hunger that is incredibly hard to satiate. It's like he is empty and is desperate to fill the empty space with anything, sex, drink, food, anything he can get his hands on.

"How are you settling?" Aegon wastes no time at all quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he presses himself up against your back.

"Why am I here? You know you could always just send for me. " You feel him push your hair to one shoulder and start trailing soft kisses along your neck.

"Then I would have to await your arrival and hope you aren't busy with other customers." He gently nibbles up the side of your neck while sliding the flat palms of his hands up your stomach and over your breasts.

"This way, you're always right here when I need you." He presses himself tightly up against your ass. His hardness was evident through his trousers. "And I need you right now." He nips at the top of your shoulder, sending waves of pleasure through your entire being.

"And if someone asks who I am? Why I am here? In such nice chambers?" He chuckles into the crook of your neck.

"No one will ask. I'm the king I do as I like. " He whispers sensually into the shell of your ear as he pulls your dress down off your shoulders. "You know what it is I want"

You know exactly what he wants and how he wants it. That is why you are his favorite. You slide the dress the rest of the way down your form, stepping out of it.

You turn towards him a lustful gleam in your eye as you take his bottom lip between your teeth. "Of course I do your grace".

He takes your head between his hands and kisses you like you are air, and he has been suffocating. The neediness radiates off of him in waves.

You push him back and chuckle as you walk toward the bed. He might be a king and a feared man out there in the land of westeros, but in here, in this room, he is a desperate wanton fool and has no qualms with displaying it. He follows on your heels reaching his hands out trying to get hold of you once again.

You crawl onto the bed on all fours as he excitedly tears at his clothes, desperate to remove them as quickly as possible.

You stay positioned on your knees on the bed waiting for him. You have done this so many times, you know exactly how to start.

He jumps into the bed and lays down flat, pumping himself to hardness while he waits for you. "C'mon, C'mere," He whines as he reaches his hand out towards you.

You can't help but giggle at his desperation as you lift your thigh up over his head and bring your heat just above his face.

"Oh, thank you, beautiful." He says as you smother him with your cunt just the way he likes it. He dives in lapping at your soft inside while flicking your nub with his finger. His other hand pushing at your back urging you to get to work.

The feeling is overwhelmingly good, sending shocks of pleasure down your legs with tingling in your toes. You lean forward and take his cock into your mouth as he grunts loudly into your heat.

"Yessss, that is it" He growls and rubs his entire face into your cunt jamming his tongue inside your body with the finesse of an extremely practiced partner.

You moan onto his cock your drool dripping down the sides and pooling amongst the short silver hairs at its base. He moves his hips up jamming his cock further down your throat.

You make sure to take it as far as you can, fighting the urge to gag as the heat in your stomach builds up to an incredibly compact tightness.

You roll your hips dragging your cunt along his face feeling the smile he presses against your folds. He is in his favorite place burried in the cunt of his favorite whore. He harshly takes your hips in his hands pushing you down further onto his face. Lesser men would suffocate, but Aegon could breath you in all day and remain upright and alert.

He sucks and licks at your clit with precision knowing exactly how to make you topple over the edge and as soon as you do he brings his fingers to your clit and vigorously rubs in quick circles overstimulating the nerve to get exactly what he wants.

When your legs clench tight and you gasp with his cock hanging out of your mouth he knows he is about to be rewarded with his favorite treat. He opens his mouth wide as you gush over his face like a fountain, and he attempts to catch every drop.

He had accidentally found out that you were capable of such things one night down at the brothel and that is how you became his favorite whore. You always found it comical when the other girls would tell you of the borderline torturous overstimulation he would put them through just to test if they would do the same thing.

Aegon laughs with glee as he pushes you off of him. You assume the next position placing your cheek flush against the quilt of the bed, leaning your ass up in the air.

"See? Fully trained. Why wouldn't I bring you up here?" He chuckles giddily to himself as he grips your hips, placing you directly in front of him while he slowly slides himself into you. He loves to watch. He is a visual man this much you had learned. He spreads your cheeks apart so he can see clearly as his cock slides in and out, your wetness collecting at the base.

"I swear it gets better every time" He speeds up his movements gripping your cheeks harder as he continues to watch himself fuck into you with a look of utter satisfaction on his face. "This cunt. Somehow its perfect, does just what I want"

"Yes your grace" You feed into his need to be respected, you had learned that quite sometime ago, he wants to dominate, feel a sense of power and control that he just does not have in his every day life.

He ruts into you harder hitting that sweet spot with accuracy. He's been fucking you for years he knows your insides, probably better then you do at this point.

He brings one hand down around to your clit and rubs against it with moderate pressure.

"One more" He barks out with strained desperation. "C'mon"

As if Aegon's mere voice could command your body, you found yourself spiraling toward another release.

"Yes, your grace, as you wish!" You moan as he drills down into you gasping for air and rubbing your pearl furiously as once, again he makes you see stars, quickly changing the motion of his hand from a circle to a vigorous rub the overstimulation making your legs shake.

"Give me it, Give me it!" He commands, slamming into you with such force the posts of the bed shake. Everything around you slows down as the buzzing in your ears grows louder, and with one final screech, you give him what he wants and splash all over his hand and the quilt beneath you.

He then brings his wet hand up to your hip to hold you in place as he nearly impales you while chasing his peak, he reaches his end quickly with a snarl and as he does he pulls out and releases himself all over your backside spreading it over your cheeks and enjoying the shimmer of your skin covered in his spend as he rides out his high.

Aegon collapses down onto the bed with a laugh as you turn back to look at him.

"This is why you're here. War is stressful." He chuckles. "I won't have time to travel to that damned brothel as many times as I am going to need you."

"Need me?" You move up the bed careful to avoid the wet mess you had just left.

He gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. "Yes, I need you, and once I catch my breath, I think I'll need you again"

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