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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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Aemond Targaryen x F!reader

Pt2!

Everyone wanted smut! Did I take forever to write this? Maybe… Writers block and lack of motivation is a bitch. Anyhow, i’m back. This is my second time writing smut so I would love to know how I did!

You don’t need part one to understand anything. Of course it would be appreciated if you gave part one love! Minors dni, now that you’ve ignored my warning go ahead and read on.

“It means exactly what I said. Would you like me to repeat myself?”

Aemond stepped forward, so close that their noses almost touched. This was only going to end in one of two ways…

It was y/n who decided to make the first contact. This only made Aemond more greedy for power. The kiss was fast-paced and sloppy, what little room they had between them was due to clothes. Something that Aemond wasn’t very fond of.

Gripping at y/n’s garments, some were easily flung off. Others were left tattered and in pieces on the chamber floor. Left stark naked they drifted to the bed as his clothes were also removed. It was all a blur of hot kisses and clothes flying until they fell onto the bed.

Soft furs on the bed tickled her back as his body weight pressed her deeper into the bed. His long white locks draped his strong frame. As the make-out continued they both began taking turns nipping at each other lips.

She pressed her hips into his, eager to feel any kind of friction. Her hands were all over his body, gripping and clawing at any part of him she was able to get to. While his hand was working his way down her body. Aemond was very often a very giving man in bed. When angry it was no different, except he was painfully slow.

The way he grabbed was harsh, rough; but not enough to the point she couldn’t handle it. Finally, his hands reached between her legs. Slow circles with two of his fingers danced on her clit. A moan slipped from her mouth which he gladly accepted.

“You have no idea what you’ve started,” his voice was dangerous and meaningful.

Much to her delight, she knew exactly what she caused. A shiver was sent down her spine when a single finger dipped inside of her. Looking her in the eyes, he began slow, pushing in and out; curling ever so slightly. While keeping motion and position he slid himself down her body. He almost drooled at the thought of tasting her. No matter how many times they did this, he just couldn’t help himself.

Picking up the pace and adding a second finger his fingers curled more. Now his mouth was on her clit, gently sucking and licking at it. Paying attention to her body language, he knew when to add more pressure and when to take it off. The way her noise picked up, and how her walls clenched around his fingers. He knew she was close, and with that, he removed his fingers and stopped all tongue motion.

“Not yet,” he demanded from her.

“I can’t tell if I want to kill you or fuck you,” she quipped back with a pant.

All he did was chuckle, coming back up he gave her one final kiss. Quickly, he flipped her on her stomach and pulled her to the end of the bed. Without warning he slammed into her, ripping a half moan, half squeak out of her throat. His hips snapped relentlessly, every once in a while a sharp slap came across her rear. The room was filled with profanities and loud moans. Leaning foreword he kissed her back and bit her neck. Leaving deep purple marks that commemorated their time together.

“You feel so good my little whore,” he managed to get out i between moans.

The usually quiet Aemond had the vocal range of a bard when in the bedroom. He never failed to let y/n know how good she was.

“Switch, I want to see you,” y/n spoke.

Just as quick as she asked y/n was on her back and Aemond was quickly back inside of her. She reached up, removing Aemond’s eyepatch. The two were tangled together in a mess of pants and moans. Her hands grabbed his back, leaving deep red nail marks up and down his muscular back. This earned rough thrusts and a large hand around her throat. By now a bundle of knots were forming in her stomach, threatening to burst at any given moment. Aemond too was getting sloppy.

With a loud moan, she moved around him. Her hips bucked wildly into his craving the pleasure of having him. In her now very hyper-sensitive body she could feel him twitch inside of her. Before he too came undone. In doing so he attempted to bury himself as deep as possible in her. His hips dug into hers as he rode out his high.

Carefully pulling himself out, he got up and grabbed a rag. He gently began cleaning up the mess he made on her. His strong hands were now soft and very intentionally placed.

Cleaning himself up he then threw the rag into a random corner to deal with later. Whilst cleaning himself she found herself under the sheets. Joining her, he placed his hands around her waist. His chest pressed against her back.

“Should we get dressed?” She asked him.

“No. We can stay her for a while,” his hands caressed her body gently.

She relaxed in his warm touch, “No one needs you?”

“Even if they did you need me more,” his tone was soft but serious.

Aftercare was something very important to Aemond. He could do whatever in bed with her as long as she was treated with only the highest of respect afterward.

In that bed, the two lovers drifted off to sleep in their shared bed. The previous argument forgiven, or forgotten.

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Aemond Targaryen x F!reader

I had a thought at three in the morning. It isn’t exactly finished, I could go two ways complete angst and maybe fluffy fix? Or, Aemond putting you in your place smut! Poll on my page you decide. Now, read on.

From the time she got wounded, to being bandaged, all the way into Prince Aemond’s chambers; he was silent. Not a single word at been exchanged between the pair, as the dragons blood had been set ablaze.

“Are you going to say anything?” She spoke in a fixed tone, barely bothering to look at him.

He walked around his chambers ignoring her. Placing his sword in its resting place, and changing into something different for the evening. His demeanor was cold, and off putting. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him mad, nor would it be the last. However, there was something simply different. It was a cold rage, one she wasn’t sure how to feel about.

She huffed before speaking, “Seriously Aemond are we children?”

He turned to look at her, “I’m not speaking to you as of right now, y/n.”

The air between the two was thick with tension. When Aemond met y/n he felt more for her than just love. He felt that they were on a level playing field. Something he had never felt before. Thats what made her so attractive, she wouldn’t simply submit to him, nor would she overbear him. They had the simplicity of being equal, or so they thought.

“Will you at least tell me why? Or just acknowledge me in any sort of way?”

He sighed before looking at her, seemingly softening at her wound. Quickly his expression changed back, speaking in a cold tone, “You ignored my direct order and got yourself hurt.”

She walked over to him, filled with rage. “You must be joking,” she looked at him with bewilderment in her eyes, “Your direct order? You do not control me Aemond. You gave me a suggestion that I decided to not take.”

“Well now look at you,” he stepped even closer, “Bloodied and bruised. I am frustrated because you put yourself in such a situation.”

Shaking her head she made her way to the chamber doors. With her mind made up, she was going to leave. Instead she felt a harsh hand grab her and prevent her from leaving.

“Do not go huffing off like a child. Making me act like my mother did when I was just a boy.”

“Well your mother isn’t exactly the best role model of parenting,” the words slipped from her tongue before she could stop it. Aemonds face suddenly changed very quickly.

It was the face of a dragons true rage. She had insulted not only his mother, but the queen. The line had been crossed and there was no point in attempting to take it back.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what I said. Would you like me to repeat myself?”

Aemond stepped forward, so close that their noses almost touched. This was only going to end in one of two ways…

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HOTD Comfort

We all love our comfort characters. Here’s my take on how they might choose to comfort you!

This is gender neutral and not inherently romantic. I wanted to make it so you can really imagine yourself!

Let me know if you want me to include any characters.

Daemon Targaryen

“What's wrong?”

I look up from my meal. I wasn’t so much eating as I was moving it with my fork. I look at Daemon who has a serious look.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Somethings wrong.” He stated.

He stops eating, standing up and walking over to me. I say his name as he pulls back my chair. He gives me the look, the look that means follow me. Daemon begins walking down the shore, where he promptly sits down. He looks up at me, waiting for me to sit with him.

I sit next to him, he leans his head on my shoulder. I watch the waves crash down on the sand. The air smells like salt.

The silence was interrupted by Daemon beginning to hum. I listened to his voice, continuing to look off into the distance.

Daemon never forces me to talk. He allows me my mental space and that's something I've always appreciated.

We sat there longer, he still continued his melody. His voice washing my problem away like the water does the sand.

Aemond Targaryen

I stood quietly, listening to swords clashing. It was always interesting to see Aemond train. The way he moved was so calculated, focused. With his eyes were trained on his opponent, yet it still felt as if he was looking at me. I clapped a little bit as Aemond knocked the sword out of his opponent’s hand, a smug look on his face.

Aemond walked over to me, still smirking he spoke, “Is everything alright?”

I tilted my head a bit, not knowing what he meant, “Yes of course?”

He could always tell when I was lying. Instead of calling me out he motioned me to follow him. He led me to a more private area. There he handed me a sword, still holding his own.

“Ive never used a sword Aemond.”

“Which Is why i’ll be teaching you today.”

As we practiced I seemed to forget my troubles. My body and mind were too focused on Aemond to notice anything else.

During this time he never bothered to pressure me into talking. Instead his voice carefully guided me.

Aegon II Targaryen

Laying in Aegon's bed I just felt off. The room is quiet as I wait for Aegon to return. I flip on my other side, pulling the blanket further over me. Even though the room was kind of hot, I wanted to be covered. Suddenly, the door opened. Aegon sauntered in, falling onto the bed next to me.

“You haven’t gotten up?” He asked. Laying on his back he had one arm covering his eyes.

“I got up and grabbed a snack earlier,” It came out as more of a mumble.

We lay quietly for around three minutes before Aegon spoke again. He began talking about how his morning had gone. He had spent some time with Sun Fyre and now wanted to spend time with me.

“But it doesn’t seem like you want to get out of bed.”

He uncovered his eyes, turning on his side to look at me. I stayed quiet, eyeing him. Finally, he pulled me into his chest. He made small, firm circles on my back. Gliding his hand up and down, left from right. I sighed into his chest.

Aegon always understood my sadness, as he had a very similar one.

“Can I have the maids get you anything?”

“My favorite drink please.”

He nodded, removing himself to tell them. It didn’t take long for him to join me back in bed. He was always so warm.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Sitting quietly in my room I heard a knock on the door. I got up, opening it to see Rhaenyra standing there. She reached out, grabbed my hand, and dragged me away without a word.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ve been in your room all day. We're going outside!”

I giggle a little bit, for the first time in days. We get outside, there lays a blanket with a basket on it. She leads me over and we sit across from each other. Rhaenyra smiles brightly as she opens the basket. Inside are various things such as fruits, breads, and sweet things.

“I brought this too.”

She pulls out a book and I move to sit next to her. Leaning my head on her shoulder she opens the book. We both began reading the book to ourselves. The breeze washes over us gently, blowing her white hair. Looking up at her the sun catches her hair. She looks at me, flashing that beautiful smile of hers.

Helaena Targaryen

I could feel Helaena staring at me from across the room. I looked up, catching her eye. She raised her eyebrows, then quickly flashed a small smile.

“Do you need something Helaena?”

She shook her head, “Oh, no. It was just that you seemed a bit quiet today. Is everything alright?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Something was up, I just wasn’t sure why I felt like this. I began looking for the words that I couldn’t find. Helaena continued to look at me, with a sweet smile and a genuinely curious look.

“Would you like to look at my bugs?”

I nodded, she got up and I followed. We made her way into her room. There she pulled out a small caterpillar. It was fuzzy and multicolored.

“He has a lot of eyes, but I don’t think he can see very well.”

She reached out her hand, her eyes nudging me to touch it. I carefully used one feeling to touch its body.

“It feels funny. Does he have a name?”

“Uhm, not yet. Why don’t we name him together?”

We stood there, suggesting names. Staring down at the little caterpillar, Helaena told me many facts. Being with her made my bad feelings fade.

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Bran Stark x F!reader

First writing post on tumblr! I hope you enjoy it. I know Bran doesn’t actually walk, let’s just pretend like he walks fine for this story.

You and Bran have been friend since you were children. While the boy has changed, seeing as he is no longer a boy. You still adore him and enjoy being around him. After all these years he realizes why you enjoy being around him so much.

Does he feel the same way?

Warnings: Smut

“Hello Bran,” I speak, a gentle smile tugging at my lips.

“Y/n. What are you doing?” He asked, the slightest hint of a smile.

I look over the boy. The two of of us are standing outside in the snow. I admire his fur coat, it always looked so wonderfully warm.

“I came looking for you.”

“Why? What do you need from me?” He raised one of his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes at my long time friend, “I just wanted to spend time with you. Is that a bad thing?”

It seemed as if lately he had less and less time for me. When we were kids, we were almost inseparable. Yet now he asks me what I want from him. Things had changed since he had fallen from that tower.

“Why would you want to spend time with someone like me?”

“Because I like being around you.”

Bran gives me a mischievous smile, “What do you like about me?”

I place my hand on my hip, “A lot of things. I just enjoy being around you.”

He takes a step closer to me. My heart picks up at the close proximity. I love and hate when he teases me like this.

“Are you sure there’s not something else that it is you’re after?” He speaks in a playful manner.

I blush lightly, I ask him something else like what? He smiles as if he enjoys seeing me panicked.

“Something like my attention. Perhaps romantic attention?”

I attempt to hold my composure, “I suppose I wouldn’t mind your attention…”

“Is that so? Do you find me attractive?” Bran smiles as he asks this.

I look at him funny, “Oh shut up!” Playfully, I smack his arm.

He burst out laughing, grabbing his arm in “pain.” I can’t help but chuckle at this. He looks at me, pausing for a moment.

“So… Would you be interested in perhaps… Going out sometime, like a date?”

I look at him, waiting for him to laugh. When he didn’t, I realize he’s serious. I nod my head at him.

“Have you thought about asking me before?”

He admits that he fantasized about it. He never did it in fear of being rejected.

“I didn’t want to make you feel awkward.”

“I’ve always liked you Bran,” I grab his hand gently.

Bran’s face lights up. As soon as I finish speaking he leaning in toward me. Placing a lingering kiss to my lips. His lips are soft, the kiss is gentle. I kiss back, taking in the moment . The kiss stops, Bran pulls me into a hung tightly against his chest.

“Would you like to come to my room for the night? We can spend some alone time together. We won’t be interrupted…”

“I would like that very much.”

Bran leads me to his room. I look around, it fits him nicely. The corner is lined with books, maps, and artifacts from before the Andals came to Westeros. Bran’s desk is set up here, with piles of unfinished history scripts, maps of the North and several old books. I walk over to the books, picking one up. I look at Bran, smiling.

Bran walks over, I set the book down. He gently grabs my cheek, brining me into a kiss. When he pulls away he takes my hand. Leading me to the bed he sits down. I take this as an opportunity to sit on his lap.

“What would you like to do Bran?”

He rests his hands on my hips, “I think you know what I would like to do. I’ve never been… physical with anyone,” he pulls away a little, “If you’re not ready. I’ll respect that, we can wait.”

I reach my hand up, tracing his jawline, “I hope you don’t think me any less of a lady… However I wish not to wait. Do to me what you please.”

Bran bites his lip, looking up at me, “If you’re sure, then I would be more than happy to…” his grip on my waist tightens, “… do what I wish.”

He kisses me deeply, hands roaming my body. I back, tugging on his shirt as a suggestion. He doesn’t hesitate to take his shirt off. I begin to gently run my fingers down his chest.

“Am I making you happy?” He asks.

“Quite,” I reply.

Bran smiles, “Good, very good.” His face looks thoughtful for a moment, “How about I show you how happy I can make you?” His hands begin to trail up my back.

He kisses down my chest, his breath growing heavier as he reaches my midriff. His hands continue to move. My body begins to tingle. I press my hips forward and down into his lap. A grown escaping his pretty lips.

He giggles at your bodies reaction. His hands travel downward as his kisses get more passionate and intense.

His hands travel under my dress, “Is this okay?”

I nod in anticipation. He speaks again, “I’ll be gentle.” His lips graze my neck.

As promised he gently slips a finger inside. He starts slow, curving his finger ever so slightly. He can’t help but stare at your beautiful face. A small whimper escapes me, spurring him on. He continues to kiss me, his hands moving at an increased speed now.

“Does it hurt?” He looks at me with a lust filled look.

I shake my head no. He takes this as a sign to add a second finger. My body feels like it’s in heaven. A knot begins to build in my stomach, before quickly snapping. I lean my forehead on his neck. He slows down, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Do you want to go all the way. We can stop if you would like, I won’t be mad we can stop immediately.”

The concern and softness of his face makes my knees feel weak. I reassure him that I feel perfectly okay. I’m ready for us to commit ourselves to each other.

He nods his head, carefully taking off my dress. I get off his lap, allowing him to slip off his pants. I look at his groan area, he is quite an impressive size. I shutter lightly knowing what’s to come.

“Tell me if it hurts too much, okay? We can go slowly.”

I nod, allowing him to lay me on the bed. He places himself above me. His eyes search mine for approval, I let out a small yes. He pushes himself in, watching my face.

I grab his other hand, threading our fingers together. For a moment, it seems the world has slowed. Honing in on the two of us. His eyes soften as he continues. As I get to used to this feeling, It’s suddenly painfully slow. I look at him, pleading for him to pick up the pace.

He does so greatfully. Still staring at me with adoring eyes. A smile stuck on his face. The both of use begin to be vocal, enjoying each others noises. His groans and whimpers only spur me on.

“Bran..” I softly moan, slightly tugging his hair.

He too calls out my name, I can tell he’s getting close. He brings one of his hands to caress my cheek. He leans down, kissing me with an intense passion.

His pace picks up even quicken than before. His motions become sloppy. Every movement bringing me closer to the edge. Finally, my body explodes with pleasure. Bran quickly pulls out, he too quickly reaching his end.

After we were done, Bran cleaned himself and I. We laid back on the bed, his back against the mattress. I allowed my head to rest on his still bare chest. He looked down at me, placing a kiss on my head.

“I very much enjoyed this.” He gently played with my hair.

“As did I..”

I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep in his arms…