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Since I have some wip's/ideas for future one shots I have trouble choosing which one to do first...

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⭑ Ānogar ānograro ⭑

Translation title: Blood of my blood

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Request: Yes, this one

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Newlywed!Niece!Reader

Warnings: Porn ofc, Aegon being an ass, High Valyrian dirty talk, Aemond having a breeding kink, sex addiction, Alyssa x Baelon wedding night inspo, kissing, p in v sex.

Summary: Aemond was obsessed with his niece, and now she was officially his, his to breed, his to claim and the entire Red Keep gets to enjoy it too!

Word count: 1.3k

The sun was shy that morning, its pale rays slipping timidly through the heavy crimson drapes that adorned the chambers you now shared with your new husband. The room smelled faintly of dragonfire. It was a mingling of stone, ash, and something distinctly Aemond—a scent you couldn’t yet name, though it lingered in the furs and pillows that surrounded you.

You stirred first, blinking against the soft glow of dawn. For a moment, you forgot where you were. The bed was grand, with its towering posts and velvet hangings embroidered with dragons in flight. Your fingers idly traced the scales of one such dragon as the memories of last night came flooding back. The ceremonial feast, the vows spoken before the lords and ladies of the court, and finally, the intimacy of your union.

“Look at you, sucking in my cock like a whore from Flea Bottom, are you sure you’re a maiden?” You could only nod as he fucked into you on top. The whole bed slamming against the wall with his rough thrusts.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you recalled the way Aemond had looked at you then. His singular violet eye had been piercing, yet cautious, as if you were something fragile he feared might shatter under his touch, yet he couldn’t control himself. And now here you were, lying beside him in the aftermath of it all.

Aemond lay still, his chest half-turned to you. His silver hair spilled like molten light across the pillow, stark against the dark linens. The blanket had slipped to his waist, revealing the expanse of his bare chest. Eye patch on the nightstand and sapphire glimmering in the morning rays.

Your new husband shifted behind you. The bed was so warm and comfy and the way he was holding you was right out of a dream. You smiled to yourself when he peppered your neck with kisses.

“Good morrow my beautiful wife.” He grumbled lowly in your ear, making goosebumps ripple over your skin. “Good morrow, husband.” He too smiled at your words, and his grip around your waist thightend. You could feel his half hard cock bare against your own nude form.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed as many times as necessary, you’re mine now and I will not stop until your belly is swollen with my child and even then I would not stop.”

“What are you thinking about my love?” His honeyed voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Nothing- just last night, the ceremony and the feast…” He chuckled at that, his cock hardening fully at the thought of how your walls clenched around him last night.

“You mean when I split you open on my cock?” His words made you blush and hide your face in the pillows. “Don’t be shy now my love.” Aemond mumbled in your neck, placing some kisses to make you face him. Once you did he wasted no time in crashing his lips against yours.

Already hungry for another taste of your lips. He turned you sideways and then on top of him, grabbing your arse cheek and smacking it, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, dizzying you with desire. 

You could already feel the pre cum sticking to your stomach, making butterflies swirl inside. He smacked your arse once more, recalling how loud you moaned for him last night when he first did it. You were both sure the entire Red Keep heard your coupling, but according to your uncle husband that was good. 

Everyone knew Aemond was secretly obsessed with his niece, he tried to hide it, hate her as he hated her brothers but that was quite hard for him. And so when your betrothal was announced he couldn’t hide the smirk at supper, making sure to send it Luke’s way. 

The wedding night was filled with love as well as passionate fucking, he had taken you two more times after taking you maidenhead, each time making sure to fill you with his seed. He was already obsessed at the thought of breeding you, even the morning after it already consumed his mind again.

“You’re still slick with my seed, do you think you could take me already now?” You nodded at his words, his hand now caressing your arse. “Good girl, so good for her uncle, aren’t you?” You whined, “Yes uncle, so good- only for you-” His thumb that was now circling your clit, made you lose your entire vocabulary. 

“Kessa ao sagon sȳz syt aōha kēpus bisa jēda hae sȳrī?” Will you be good for your uncle this time as well? You nodded again at his words. “Ȳdragon.” Speak. “Kessa kēpus, kostilus tepagon ziry naejot nyke-” Yes uncle, please give it to me. He smiled, “Sȳz riña.” Good girl.

Then you felt the tip of his cock grazing your hole, you were still sensitive from last night but you were already addicted to his cock, to his voice, his kisses and his smell. Without a warning he slipped inside, eager to feel your cunt again. 

“Sīr ȳrda syt nyke.” So tight for me. You moaned at his words, starting to bounce yourself on his cock. You had no patience either, and the one time you got to ride him last night was euphoric. You loved when he spoke your mother tongue to you, it made you feel close and connected to him.

But it was even better when he used it to whisper filthy words in your ear while you bounced on his cock. Skin smacking filled the room, as well as your mixed sounds of pleasure. You held steady against his chest, switching from grinding on him to bouncing on him. 

He grabbed your breasts in his hand, obsessed with the way they bounced up and down with your movements. Pleasure consumed both of you and you knew he was getting closer by the way he held his breath. He however held patience no longer and put his arms around you, holding you flush against his chest as he started to fuck up into you harshly. Making your walls contract and come hard around his cock.

“Kessa māzigon syt nyke- Tepagon nyke iā riña, hōzigon syt nyke-” Yes come for me- Give me a child, swell for me- He grunted, a sheen of sweat now glistening on his skin. You could only moan and whine above him, letting him take you. With a couple more pounds, he filled your cunt with a loud growl. Making sure to fuck his seed deep into you.

Your morning activities had made you both completely forget about the arranged family meal, you were to break fast with the king and his wife as well as your mother and father, not forgetting your uncle, aunt and siblings. The two of you rushed to get ready, both hurrying down the halls with a smile. 

When you entered the room, knowing looks were passed. Of course Aegon couldn’t help himself. “So...you don’t need to tell us how the wedding night was, we could all enjoy it with you.” He grinned. “Aegon.” Alicent warned. He just laughed. 

You blushed deeply, you were raised a kind and modest princess, and for your intimacy to be on display like this was quite embarrassing. Aemond held your hand and you joined them at the table, both of you praying that that would be the end of Aegon’s commentary, how wrong you were.

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⭑ Ewanverse Masterlist ⭑

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tom Bennet

Love thy neighbour 𐙚 Summary: Tom needed to hide from his dad after an evening at the pub, surely his pretty neighbour would let him in?

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⭑ Love thy neighbour ⭑

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A/N: First Tom Bennett fic team, now why is he so fucking hot!!!

Pairing: Tom Bennett x Neighbour!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ mdni, dirty talk, kissing/making out, dry humping, Tom hitting from behind, fingering, p in v sex, Tom being a charming bastard.

Summary: Tom needed to hide from his dad after an evening at the pub, surely his pretty neighbour would let him in?

Word count: 3k

The cold draft sweeping through your bedroom kept you awake once again, pulling your sheets up as far as you could didn’t do much either. You cursed the single paned windows for keeping you from your dreams for the third time this week, you had work at the beauty shop as a countergirl tomorrow and you couldn’t afford having no energy. 

It was all smiles and a happy, energised voice while assisting the ladies with any makeup or perfume. It fit you well but it did take a lot out of you, hence why sleeping well was quite important. Then your mind drifted off, a certain blonde haired man clouding your mind. Your neighbours, the Bennetts, were a nice family and you would sometimes even hang out with Lois. 

Lois was one of your good friends and since the two of you lived so close, them living right across the narrow street, you would often spend time with her. She would most of the time talk about Harry, a man you could tell just from Lois’ stories wasn’t quite great but you let her do her thing. 

You had met him once or twice and wasn’t quite impressed. And when you voiced your opinion to your friend she simply stated it was because you just like blonder men. She knew of your crush on her brother and found it quite adorable. 

You were somewhat embarrassed, you were pretty certain he saw you as a friend and as Lois’ friend so you kept it to yourself. However you knew him pretty well and you had been to his rescue a couple of times when the police came down the road, hiding in your house until they left. 

After your dad left to join the army when the war started it had been you and your mum, since she now was the sole income for the family, you decided to get a job as well. So your cousin gave you a recommendation at the beauty shop, hence getting you a job. Which of course you were very thankful for.  

His footsteps were the only sound that echoed through the empty dark street. Everyone was asleep by now, which was obvious as it was the middle of the night. Tom had spent the evening at the pub and even though he wasn’t drunk, he still knew he would be in trouble once he got home.

So he had a choice to make, his feet came to a halt at his front door. Blowing out some smoke from the cigarette he was puffing on before glancing to your window. Your bedroom was at the front of the house, just like his and Lois’ bedroom. 

Would you still be awake? Would you even let him in? And if you did, he would have to be careful not to wake your mum up. Even though the woman liked him, as he was very charming and handsome, your father did not. Of course he wasn’t home now but if he knew he had been in his daughters bedroom, there would be hell to pay.

He had never actually been in your bedroom, just hid in the closet downstairs when the police showed up at his door. He stood there for a minute taking a last drag of his now short cigarette, before stomping it out on the floor. His eyes shifted from his door to your window, he really didn’t want to deal with his nagging dad right now.

Your window it is. He crossed the street and noticed the tiny pebbles on the sidewalk. Picking them up he carefully threw one at your window, he couldn’t be too loud. If his dad heard him inside the house or your mum in yours, he would be in such deep shit.

The tick against the window made you sit up in bed, did you hear that right? Tick...Tick. Now there were two, you definitely heard that right. Throwing the sheets of your body, you got out of bed. Clad in your thin long nightshift, it was new, a gift from Lios for your birthday that was a couple of weeks ago.

As you made your way to your window, you wrapped your arms around yourself to fight the cold. When you peered out, a crooked smile met your eyes. You rolled them at him and he put his hands together in a begging motion as he got on his knees. You stifled a laugh at his stupid gesture and opened your window. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You whisper yelled at him. “Well I was hopin’ you would rescue me, and here you are.” He whisper yelled back, now getting back on his feet. “Oh really, and how would I do that?” You teased, you knew he wanted to just get inside but why not pester him a bit?

“Please beautiful, can you let me in? I promise I won’t wake up your mum.” His words made your face turn about a hundred shades of red and you contemplated his question. You let out a sigh and fully opened your window. Tom smiled at you and used your, luckily strongly built, drain pipe to get up the wall and into your bedroom. 

He almost tripped and fell into your bedroom when his foot got stuck on the windowsill but you managed to catch him. The pair of you had to keep your laughs in as your mum only slept two rooms down the hall. 

When you let go of him he sneakily glanced at your thinly covered breasts before taking in your small but cosy bedroom. You blushed hard when you caught him staring but sat back down on your bed as he looked around, the moonlight illuminating the room. Then you noticed your pebbled nipples were quite visible through your gown.

You paid it no mind and slightly covered yourself with your arms. “So...your room is nice, I imagined it would be like this. All, well flowery and stuff.” You quirked a brow at him. “You imagined what my bedroom would look like?” He snorted at that and just shrugged. “Dunno just thought it would look like this, can smell your perfume. It’s nice.” 

His charming personality and butterfly inducing words made you completely forget about a very important matter, where would he sleep? “Should I uh… sleep on the ground or?” You smiled softly, “Or?” He scratched the back of his neck and looked around awkwardly. “Or...maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing with me?” 

His words made your face burn and the thought heated your belly. Sleeping next to Tom? In your bed? So incredibly close? Your bed was quite small, since it was just you, so it would be a tight fit. “I don’t know Tom, it’s a very small bed.” He nodded at your words and lowered to the ground, at least the floor was carpeted. 

You sighed, he couldn’t sleep on the ground. There was even less room on the floor and it was incredibly cold with the draft. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to share with him? “Get up.” He smiled and got off the floor waiting for you to get under the sheets so he could join you. But then he started to take off his coat, then his shoes, then his sweater. 

He looked at you hesitantly, “You mind if I take off me pants? They’re not comfortable to sleep in.” He smiled a bit sheepishly. You bit your lip softly and nodded, moving a bit more to the side so he could join you once he was left in his briefs. 

You closed your eyes to give him some privacy and a moment later you felt the mattress dip and his legs brushed yours as he climbed next to you. “You can look y’know?” You softly opened your eyes and was met with his cute smile again. “Did I wake you up?” He whispered. 

You shook your head, “No, the cold was keeping me up so you didn’t.” He nodded and made himself a bit more comfortable. “So you workin tomorrow then?” It was now you who nodded, “Yeah, too bad I won’t have slept much though.” He smiled again at your words and mumbled a sorry.

“It’s fine, cold would’ve kept me up anyway.” He seemed to think for a moment. “If you turn around, I could lie closer to you, keep us both warm.” He once again made your cheeks turn red, but agreed anyway. You turned around, now faced with your flower wallpaper as you felt him inch closer to you.

His front was now pressed to your back and it felt awfully intimate. You could smell the cigarettes he smoked on him and the delicious musk that always clung to him, a mixture of beer, cologne and sweat. Suddenly you felt the draft sweep through the room again and you shivered.

Tom didn’t fail to notice and now wrapped his arm around your waist, the sudden touch making you jolt a bit. “You okay?” He whispered, so close to your ear, his warm breath made you shudder once more. “Y-yeah, it’s warmer this way.” His warm body against yours was the best feeling you had felt in your life.

After a while he shifted again and seemed to cuddle up to you a bit. The sensation made heat pool in your belly again and you could feel yourself throbbing a bit below. The way that this man made you feel was dangerous, and something no other man could make you feel. 

Not much time had gone by when you awoke again but this time it wasn’t because of the draft. Tom shifted again, now seemingly in his sleep. Then you felt it, something hard poking your ass. You weren’t stupid, you knew he was hard. 

You had sex before, mediocre at most but you couldn’t help imagine what it would be like if Tom woke up and just fucked you right on your tiny bed. Your leg started to cramp a bit and this time you moved a bit, getting more comfortable. The movement made your ass graze his covered erection, was it a trick on your ears or did you hear a quiet moan? 

The noise made your core throb harder and so did the feeling of his cock pressing against your ass. He was probably asleep and you wanted to know if you really had this effect on him, so you grinded a bit harder against him this time, under the ruse of getting more comfortable.

“Do that again darling and you would have to do something about it.” The warm whisper against your ear made you gasp. He was awake, fuck. “Or maybe you are doing it on purpose. Maybe you want to do something about it. Hm?” His low voice made the wetness in your underwear worse and all you could do was nod.

“Say it.” You whimpered at his command. “Go on. Tell me what you want.” His hand started to caress your hip. “W-want, want you.” He chuckled. “Yeah? You want me baby? Or my cock?” His words and now tighter grip on your hip made you moan softly. “Both- P-please,  Tommy I need you.” You whined.

You could hear him groan behind you as his hand snaked down to your covered wetness. Two of his fingers carefully caressed the soaked fabric, right on your covered clit. The gentle touch was enough to set your body on fire. 

You pushed your ass against his crotch again and he grunted out a quiet fuck. Before rolling his hips against you in a rougher movement. The action made the both of you moan quietly as your mother was still sleeping in the same house. His hand then skimmed a bit higher against the edge of the fabric. 

His fingers then moved your underwear down, and he started to kiss and lick your neck, earning whimpers from you. The moment he touched your now bare clit, made you moan a bit too loud, stilling both your movements as your eyes widened in fear. But for moments nothing happened and he continued his movements, but not before warning you.

“Be quiet beautiful, don’t want your mother finding your neighbour's fingers deep in your cunt would you?” You gasped once again, words were dangerous coming out of his mouth. The effect he had on you was insane. 

He resumed, his thick fingers circling your clit. Then he also started to hump your ass again from behind. His own soft groans and moans mixed with yours. “You turn me into an animal baby, bet you could make me cum by just letting me grind against your ass.” The words spurred you on even more and you could feel yourself getting close.

The way his fingers perfectly stimulated your clit made you tremble beneath his touch. Sighs and pants left your lips as he rolled his hips against your ass in a stronger rhythm now, his fingers worked faster too, as he listened to your dizzying responses. 

Soon you were clutching his arm, holding your breath as you were so incredibly close. “Tommy- I’m so close- please-” He sucked and kissed your neck once more and sped up his fingers a bit, the way you gripped his arm was starting to hurt but he fucking loved it.

Then with a louder gasp and whine, your entire body spasmed and contracted, waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. Tom’s hand was stuck between your thighs but he wanted nothing more, the fact he did that to you made his cock twitch in his briefs. 

He had edged himself the whole time while pleasuring you, hoping he would be allowed to fuck you as well. Once you seemed to calm from your high, your body relaxed and Tom could move his hand again, but he wasn’t done. 

“Gonna let me fuck your tight cunt baby? Oh, please let me, need you so bad.” He groaned in your ear, showing you how much he needed you with a harsh pump of his hips. You breathed a yes and hiked up your nightgown yourself, tits on display for him. 

He immediately took advantage of it and massaged them with his freed hand, before tugging off his briefs, now fully naked as well. He took both of your clothes and threw them on the ground next to the bed. Then he caressed your skin again.

Kissing your shoulder and neck, and then he turned your head. Kissing your lips fiercely before stroking his cock a bit. “Do you have a condom pretty?” You nodded and gestured to your nightstand, the condoms still in there from when your ex used to visit. He quickly opened the drawer and pulled one out.

Never had you seen a man rip open and put on a condom so fast, it made you giggle a bit. He smiled at you and lovingly kissed your lips before you turned back so he could move his cock over your glistening folds. His tip caught over your hole and he gasped, “Can I?” You nodded again and he carefully slid his tip inside.

He almost fully entered you with how slick you were and the added lube on the condom. But he made sure to treat you delicately, so he slowly buried himself inside. Cursing under his breath at your warm walls hugging his cock. Once he got to the hilt, he let you get used to his size.

You breathed a please, and he got the hint to start moving. He rolled into you from behind and the small old bed started to creak a bit with his movements, somehow making the whole ordeal more intoxicating. “So fucking good baby, your tight little cunt feels so good, might get me addicted.” He grunted from behind. 

You could barely think as his cock pounded into you, mind blank as pleasure consumed you. Then you felt his fingers on your clit again, trying to sloppily match it up to his thrusts. The bed creaked louder when he drove into you harder, skin on skin slapping now also filling the room.

All attempts to be as quiet as possible flew out the window and now you just hoped you were both quiet enough. Each pound into you drew a moan from your lips, his own groans muffled by your neck he was nuzzled against. “Fuck baby, yes, yes, yes- feels so good, my little slut- fuck-” Your cunt squeezed him at his words making him groan even more.

Your cunt started to contract more and more around him, along with your breathless gasps it was a sign for him that you were close. So his fingers now found a good rhythm over your clit and along with his noises, the bed, your colliding skin and his thrusts, euphoria found you again. Your back arched against him and his hand was once again trapped in his favourite place. You twitched against him and your walls contracted around his cock tightly. 

“Yeah- yeah- baby- come for me. You gonna make me cum- you want that? You want me to fuck my cum inside you?” A moan was the only response he needed and he spilled his spend all inside the condom, moans and gasps left his lips as well, as he thrusted a couple more times inside you. 

Curses left his lips as he made sure he completely emptied himself in the condom, pretending he was filling up your pretty cunt instead. His movements stilled as he held onto you. Both of your heavy breaths filled the room, now quite hot enough. 

After a while he carefully slipped his soft cock out of you and removed the condom. Tying it up before leaving you to throw it in your trashcan. He then picked up your nightgown and underwear and gave it to you with a smirk, before pulling on his own briefs again.

He slipped back next to you and you had now turned to face him, an uncontrollable smile on your face. He pecked your lips before doing it again and again, earning a laugh from you. He wrapped his arms protectively around you and then kissed your cheek. 

And so you fell asleep in his arms and when morning came, you were late for work and had a lot of explaining to do to your mother. Who screamed as she entered your room that morning.

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⭑ Heartache ⭑

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Request: Yes, this one

A/N: Had to tweak it a teeny tiny bit but hope you like it anon!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of fluff, mentions of trauma

Summary: Once best friends now turned against each other, will their betrothal mend their rift?

Word count: 5k

6 years before, early days of summer

He shouldn’t be doing this, every muscle in his body had a mind of its own. But rage and shame that moved like a storm within him drove him further. Breath caught in his throat when he heard the faint roar of a dragon down below. If he was caught he would be in so much trouble, but that wasn’t going to stop him now. If he wanted a dragon, he was going to have to work for it, that much was clear.

His feet shuffled further and further down and his thoughts wandered off, were there even any unclaimed dragons in the dragon pit? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t change his mind now. He was so close, what would you think? Would you treat him differently if he came back with a dragon? Maybe you would at least finally stop pitying him, your brothers would stop bullying him. Maybe Aegon would finally leave him alone. He was never going to find out though if he didn’t round this corner. 

He was at last down in the caves, hiding behind a stone wall as he listened to a dragon rustle close by. He pushed the thoughts out of his head and carefully peeked around the corner, flashes of a big blue dragon caught his eye, Dreamfyre. If he ran further down now he had a chance of not getting burned alive by his sister's dragon. So he counted down 3…2…1, go, he hastily rounded the corner but in his hastness his fabric covered shoulder got caught against the rough stone wall, making him trip and fall. 

Dreamfyre’s big eyes turned to him and she let out a piercing roar, her fire almost burning him as he quickly scrambled to his feet, almost tripping again in the sand, as he made a run for it. He thought he could get away with it and pretend it never happened, but as he ran up, back to the arena of the pit, the dragon keepers stared at him in fury. “Skorkydoso dare ao jikagon against se rules, nyke jāhor report bisa naejot se dārys!” How dare you go against the rules, I will report this to the king! Tears filled his eyes, how could he have cowarded away, he wanted to prove himself but instead all he proved was that he was weak.

‘The Pink Dread’ stared at him as he passed the pig, the dragon keeper dragging him firmly along by his arm. All he could mutter was a meek, “Iksan vaoreznuni.” I’m sorry. He knew his mother would lose her mind over this, it wasn’t the first time he was caught and it was certainly not the first time he ran away from the dragons like a coward. Once he was back in the Red Keep, he luckily didn’t run into his brother or his nephews and when he reached his mothers bedchamber door he couldn’t stop the tears rolling down his cheeks. And he was proven right, his mother was furious.

When he left his mothers chambers, his tears had dried and all that was left was fury. How could he be shamed like this, time and time again. All that consumed his thoughts was ‘What if his egg had hatched?’ ‘Would Aegon still have made fun of him?’ It was almost supper time but he still let his feet guide him to the inner courtyard. There was no one there, just like he suspected. He lowered himself to the ground and hiked his knees up to his chest, he needed silence, needed to think. The big tree looming over him.

A soft rustling of feet pulled him from his thoughts, not that he had any good ones to begin with, he didn’t know how much time had passed. Then he saw her figure in the corner of his eye, lowering herself next to him, joining him on the ground. He could feel her eyes on him, but he couldn’t look at her. If she hadn’t already heard from her brother’s, she would’ve probably heard it from the whispers around the castle. “Aegon is cruel, my brothers are young and don’t understand. I...I hope you didn’t get into too much trouble. My brothers certainly didn’t, I heard your mother is furious though, for what they did.” You noticed he didn’t really respond, which was odd. Usually he would at least talk to you about it.

You were his only friend, even though it was discouraged by his mother. Who often called even the eldest, silver haired and purple eyed daughter of Rhaenyra a bastard. He liked to pretend you weren’t, and that your Valyrian features proved it but of course he couldn’t be certain. After a few moments of you staring at him, he spoke, “I’m fine, I just needed to think. Clear my mind.” You nodded at his words but you knew that it was more than that. “You missed supper you know? No one spoke a word but I’m pretty sure everyone knew what happened.” He sighed and looked down at your words, great, he just gave his brother and nephews more material to bully him with. 

His eyes widened when he suddenly felt your small warm hand grasp his. He at last looked at you and saw your soft smile. “You’re not lesser than us just because you don’t have a dragon, yet. The day will come, I promise.” Your words usually soothed him and most of the time he genuinely believed you but something about today, made him break. “Easy for you to say, your dragon actually hatched.” He mumbled irritated, everytime you would tell him he would have a dragon, he rolled his eyes. You didn’t know what it was like, wouldn’t know what it was like. Even a bastard could have a dragon but he could not.

In the late days of summer the shocking news arrived, Laena Velaryon had died. Even though there was a rift in the family, the horrible news of the by everyone beloved Laena had brought them together. But of course tensions never left the air, even as they stood together, they were divided. Aemond saw how her lips thinned at Vaemond Velaryons words, even though he felt justified that at last someone dared to speak up, he still felt bad for her. She was the only one that didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve the cruelty the gods had gifted her. 

The somewhat draining ceremony had concluded but there was still a remembrance feast for the lady Laena. Not that anyone was eating. They were surely drinking though, especially Aegon. He too nursed on a cup of wine as he let his eyes wander the crowd, Laenor hadn’t been seen after the ceremony, no doubt that he was destroyed by grief. His eyes finally found her dressed in black figure. His heart tensed when he saw you hug both the Velaryon girls, comforting them. You were only ten years old but you were more mature than his sixteen year old brother Aegon. 

His mind wandered as it so often did, drawing out Aegon’s nagging about Helaena. Would you comfort him like that if his mother or father died? Finally hold him as he so desired? He hoped so and wondered if he should offer some words of comfort, it would certainly please his mother. Even though he had been punished enough after that night he still felt ashamed and hurt more than ever, even you couldn’t calm the storm inside him. Vhagar’s distant roar snapped him right out of his thoughts. Seven Hells, of course, Laena is dead, the rider of Vhagar. She was free to claim, the largest dragon in the world, if that couldn’t prove how worthy of a Targaryen prince he was, nothing could. 

It would certainly impress you, wouldn’t it? You could even fly together, your dragon was big enough now and you had your first flight mere weeks ago and were now often seen in the sky alongside your mother. Warmth spread through his body at the thought, it was a dream he wanted so badly to come true, so bad he was climbing through the dunes. If he failed this time, it was over, for good. He would never recover if he did not succeed now. He was determined, no one and nothing would stop him, he would claim Vhagar. In the dark it was a bit hard to see but the moonlight then revealed her ginormous body, resting in the sand. 

His breaths came out in short pants, he had never felt this scared in his life. Everything in his body was telling him to run, that it was a mistake. But he couldn't, he wouldn't, he had to do this. And so he had reached her, his trembling hand touched her rough skin, his heart skipped a beat as her eyes snapped open, her low growling echoing through the night. Her head lifted and her giant jaws opened ready to burn him where he stood. He quickly held up his hand, “Dohaeras! Dohaeras Vhagar! Lykiri! Lykiri!” She seemed to calm somewhat at his words and at least closed her jaws. A new power and determination flowed through him as he grasped the ropes hanging from her body, making his way up to the saddle. When he sat, he loosened the reins among the horns of the saddle, “Soves!” Vhagar looked at him for a moment and he repeated, “Dohaeras Vhagar! Soves!” 

Her giant body moved, shaking the ground beneath her, finally taking to the sky. Aemond almost fell off but he held on thight and made his way back in the saddle. He was sure his screams could be heard back on Driftmark and he was right in a way. Both the girls leered out the window as Vhagar’s body rose to the sky. You were comfy in your bed, telling Luke for the tenth time to stop snoring so you could finally get some rest, but when he had at last shut up, the door opened and Baela and Rhaena entered the room. Awake already, you quickly rose at their words, someone had claimed Vhagar. You knew it was Aemond, who else could it be?

You, Jace and Luke followed the two sisters down to the caves, where Aemond had just appeared. He took note of the disappointing look on your face, something he didn’t expect. Weren’t you proud of him? He finally had a dragon, why weren’t you happy for him? “It’s you.” Baela spoke up, “Yes it’s me.” You looked down at your feet, even though you knew he had every right to claim Vhagar for himself, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Rhaena. “She was mine to claim!” Rhaena said angrily, Baela standing next to her. Next thing you knew vile insults were thrown and so were hands. You tried to stop him, you really did, but Jace bumped into you while getting pushed by Aemond and took you with him. It happened so fast, Aemond bent over in pain clasping at his wound, blood pouring in the sand. You hadn’t realised you screamed.

You hid behind your mother as the king sneered angrily, you were terrified, terrified when the maester proclaimed his eye could not be saved and even more terrified of what would happen to Luke. But the king surprisingly did not take action, Aemond seemed to accept his sacrifice for a dragon but Alicent did not. Once again screams echoed through the room and your mother held Alicent in a tight grasp. You didn’t understand how, but all of a sudden everyone stood still, silent. Then you noticed the blood dripping from your mothers arm on the floor. Even though you all got off easy for such a grave accident, the actions completely ripped the family apart, and you feared it could never be mended. 

Present time, early days of fall

Tension was high in the air as your mother told you the news. After years of leaving King’s Landing, your ‘father’ dead and Daemon now taking his place, you were to return to King’s Landing. You had mixed feelings over your betrothal to Aemond, he was once your best friend and you his. But after that night, everything changed, the two of you had not spoken after the incident and you already knew it was going to be hard seeing him again. He was now eight and ten years old, you five and ten. 

Alicent agreed to the betrothal desperately made by your mother to somewhat mend the family, it seemed like a good idea, to her. Jace would marry Baela and they would one day rule, Luke was to marry Rhaena and then rule in Driftmark. And you, well you would serve as a wife in King’s Landing, more like serve as a peacekeeper. A reminder that the family ‘was one’. The journey was not a long one since Dragon Stone and King’s Landing were fairly close and a short dragonflight away. The household would follow on ship, you, your mother and father, Jace and Luke would take to the sky. 

The day was still quite early when you all made your arrival to the Dragon Pit, a large coach already waiting to take you to the Red Keep. Once you were inside, the coach started moving and you noticed small folk scattered around in the city, cheering. Were they happy about this union? Did they even know of how divided this family was? Perhaps not, it would actually be a good thing if they thought all was well, otherwise it would create doubt and that would be bad. 

You were greeted only by lord Caswell, questioning looks being passed. Someone of your mother’s station being greeted this way was rather offensive. But you were quite happy to have this small audience, nerves were eating away at you at the thought of seeing Aemond again. But you also reeked of dragon and wanted to clean up before meeting anyone. And so you were brought to your chambers, a hot bath waiting for you. To the servants surprise you sent them away, all you wanted was to lower yourself in the hot water and relax, think and calm yourself for the supper that would occur tonight. The supper that would officiate the betrothal in front of the king, in front of the whole family. 

You hoped you wouldn’t suffer a similar fate to Helaena, for you knew how miserable her marriage to Aegon was. You could luckily only imagine what being married to a drunk like him would be like. The bath calmed you somewhat and you were nice and clean by the time servants came back to dress you in a beautiful gown. But they didn’t bring one of your own, one of the servants nervously looked at you as she clasped the green gown in her hands, two dragons seemed to be embroidered on the corset, your dragon… and Aemonds. Did Alicent do this? You hoped it wouldn’t start another fight in the family but you reluctantly let them dress you anyway. 

Supper was getting awfully close and a servant started to work on your hair, a typical Valyrian braided hairstyle, with some emerald pins keeping it in place. Even though the colour green was pretty much forbidden by your mother on Dragon Stone, it still looked beautiful on you. Your stomach started to hurt, like it usually did when you were nervous. You dreaded this entire thing, of course you wanted to see Aemond again but the way the circumstances have changed everything made it so difficult to pretend. Your feet shuffled behind your mother to the dining room, it was decorated beautifully, something you decided to focus on to keep the nerves at bay. 

Then you saw them, Otto, Alicent, your grandsire, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond. All standing to welcome you, however you felt like you were going to throw up. They did not look particularly happy, except for the king of course. He was delighted to see his daughter again, he could barely stand even with his cane but somehow still managed to hug his beloved daughter. Then the king shifted his eyes to you and then to Aemond, a bit of a forced smile now on his face. “What a joyous occasion today, joining our families as one. My son and granddaughter binding their ties. Let us celebrate, please take your seats.” He almost panted out, he could barely walk or talk anymore, everything costing too much energy. 

You let your eyes shift over Aemond’s figure, he was so much taller now. Towering over you by at least a head. His eye patch covering the dark past between you. And even you had to admit he had become a very handsome man. Aemond gestured next to him as he sat down, you didn’t even realise you were the only one still standing. You took a deep breath and made your way over to the empty seat the servant was holding back for you. And so you sat next to Otto Hightower and your betrothed. You could barely listen to the king’s speech when Aemond was so close, he smelled nice, must’ve used perfume oil in his bath. His now massive hands rested on the table. When you noticed him looking you quickly diverted your eyes. 

Supper was incredibly draining and of course ended in a fight, surprisingly Aemond pushed you out of the way to safety when things broke loose, and Otto Hightower himself put his arm in front of you, ensuring you wouldn’t go near the danger. Even though things ended somewhat amicably, you still veered towards Aemonds chamber. You still remembered the path well, the light of the moon shining through the halls of the Red Keep. You had to talk to him, really, talk to him. None of that polite and stiff small talk during supper. 

The dark wooden door seemed so much more imposing now that it was in front of you but you lifted your hand anyway and knocked three times on his door, something you used as a code when you were kids. His eyes snapped from the fireplace at the sound of the knocks. No one ever knocked three times on his door, no one but you. He swiftly rose from his seat and made his way to the door, before he opened it he took a deep breath. He couldn’t appear weak now, not after all this time, not in front of you. He opened the door and it revealed your figure. 

“I’m sorry for disturbing you.” You spoke softer than you wanted. He didn’t say anything, instead he stepped to the side and gestured for you to come inside. He was quieter now that he had grown older, something you had noticed during supper as well. You both sat down on his settee in the room. Since he kept quiet you decided to kick the dreaded conversation off. “I never… I never got the chance to talk to you… after what happened. I’m so sorry Aemond. I wish I could’ve stopped Luke, if only Jace didn’t take me with him as he fell down-” 

“Stop.” His low voice cut through the room, through your sentence. You swallowed hard, was he mad at you as well? “We don’t need to do this.” He urged. His gaze was on the fireplace again, not even looking at you. “Aem-” Aem, a nickname he hadn’t heard in years, a nickname which once brought him joy now hurt him deeply. He felt betrayed and angry, that even you left him behind. “Do you hate me now?” You asked, if he didn’t want to talk you had to force it out of him, which you could only do by being direct. 

He sighed before he spoke. “I could never hate you, I know you wish no more for this betrothal than I do.” His words cut you like a knife. Did he actually not want you? Did he also see you as a bastard now? “What? Aem-” He stood from his seat and walked to the door, opening it. “I think it’s best you leave.” You shook your head in disbelief, the Aemond you once knew was gone and this hardened, cold man replaced him. “No, you can’t just kick me out. We have to talk about this, we are getting married! Please, let’s just talk, like old times.” He looked down at the ground, still not looking at you. 

You stormed over to him and grabbed his jaw, hearing the slight gasp in his breath. “Why won’t you even look at me!” You yelled now. He couldn’t bear to look at you, he wanted to be angry, to push you away like you had him and he knew that one look at your beautiful eyes would make all that anger melt away. Reluctantly he finally let his eyes find yours, and right as he predicted, all his anger melted away. Desperation took its stead, he was desperate for you to touch his hand again, to comfort him again. 

His head then hung low and your hand let go of his jaw. He closed the door and walked back over to the settee. “You don’t have to pretend, not in front of me.” You said making your way back over to the settee, joining him again. “What do you mean by that.” He grumbled. “Oh please, you know what I mean, you used to be sweet and kind and now you’re colder than the north.” He looked at you with disdain. He couldn’t believe what you were saying, anger bubbled in his gut again. “You mean the night your bastard brother took my eye? And then not getting punished for it? Or do you mean the years of bullying I’ve endured, suffering by Aegon’s hand even after I claimed the largest dragon in the world?” He snapped. Now standing again, pacing the room in frustration. 

Seeing you and your family made it all come to the surface again, for a year or four he had some peace again, but that was all shattered when he got betrothed to you. You looked at him with confusion, had Aegon continued to bully him after you left? You stood as well and walked over to him. “It doesn’t need to be like this, we can go back to what we once had, please.” Aemond’s resolve seemed to crumble a bit, the idea was so tempting, yet he still showed some restraint. You noticed it, the battle going on inside him, so you stepped forward, closer and closer to him. You noticed his widened eyes, then you wrapped your arms around him. You hadn’t hugged him in years, the last time being the whole situation with ‘the pink dread’. He completely tensed up at first.

But as you held him longer, his arms found his way around you, hugging you close. The wall around him seemed to fall the longer you held each other. “I missed you so much Aem.” You mumbled against his chest. Tears welled up in eye as you spoke. He couldn’t believe it, he had you in his arms again and you were to be his wife. Before you left that was his dream, having a dragon and you, and now it was to become true. 

One year later, early days of summer

Vaemond Velaryon asking for a petition for Driftmark was a grave offence to your family, you had been married to Aemond for a couple of months now and finally mended the rift between the two of you. In that time, you had gotten to know him again, he still studied history and philosophy, still trained with the sword and still lacked affection. You were horrified when he finally told you of what Aegon did to him after you left. The pain you felt for him went beyond words and after that night, when he told you while laying against your chest, you went above and beyond to make him feel loved. You felt like it was the very least you could do for him and so now here you were, about four times a week Aemond would have a bath but it wasn’t the servants that washed him, it was his own lady wife. 

The water splashed softly when you dipped the sponge in again, carefully washing the dirt of skin. He felt his entire body relax under your touch, letting his head rest against the edge of the tub. His eye patch somewhere discarded in the room, he didn’t need it when he was alone with you. The realm had profited greatly from your marriage with Aemond, everyone seemed calm and happy. But you could feel the storm coming with the petition on the morrow. Your family had already arrived today and you told them how happy you were and that seemed to do well for now. 

When you finished washing his body, you kissed the top of his head before moving on to wash his long hair. He hummed softly when your fingers massaged his scalp, making sure to clean his hair thoroughly. He loved the way you cared for him, it's all he wanted his entire life. You kissed his head a few more times while washing his hair, then you helped him dry off and get back into his breeches. Making him sit down, you grabbed a comb and started to carefully comb through his silver locks, making sure to braid it before bed.

You had already prepared yourself to sleep, so now the both of you crawled in the sheets, and as he layed in your arms, falling into a deep slumber, anxiety of what could happen on the morrow clouded your mind and sleep evaded you. The morning soon came and you walked next to Aemond as you entered the throne room, Aegon and Helaena in front of you. Your family already stood to the right, the Velaryons to the left. Everything had gone so well these past few months, why did Vaemond have to ruin it?

The petition started as bad as you expected, you gave Luke and Jace soft comforting smiles through the ordeal but when your mothers turn to speak came, the giant doors opened and the king dragged himself in, stumbling to his throne. Of course you knew of the Hightowers conspiracy with Vaemond, it was quite plain to see but you held your tongue, you didn’t want to ruin the bliss you were in after all these years. But when the king had spoken, Vaemond’s sneer was a clear sign of what was to come. The horrible insults that left his lips, shattered your dream, you looked at Aemond with tears in your eyes but your stomach turned when you saw the small smirk on his lips. 

Your lips parted and gasped when Vaemond’s head was cut off by Daemon. Aemond then stepped in front of you, holding you back and protecting your eyes. But that did nothing to erase the memory of him smiling at Vaemond calling your brothers, including you, bastards. Hurt consumed you and you wanted nothing more than to take to the sky on your dragon and leave, what Aemond just did could not be easily forgiven. Supper was even worse, if the last time you all had supper was any indication this could only go wrong but you couldn’t care less, the knife in your back only seethed deeper as you saw Jace and Baela laugh, even Rhaena and Luke were having a good time. 

Aemond just had to ruin it. He tried to reach out, caress your hand on the table but you pulled back and ignored him when he gave you a questioning look. Then he noticed Luke smirking at the scene. He lost it. He raised his cup and made sure to give an even worse speech than last year. Only this time, swords were drawn, you didn’t care to see how this ended, instead you left. Your steps were hurried as you made your way back to your shared bedchamber, slamming the door behind you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat on your bed, all you had was ruined. It went so well and it just had to get destroyed. You knew your marriage was fragile but you didn’t want to believe it. At last Aemond returned.

He too slammed the door behind him and stormed over to you. “Why are you acting like this? You humiliated me!” He seethed. You only looked at him with red eyes, you only now realised what a selfish person he was. Of course he went through so much but so did you and you didn’t deserve his anger. “I humiliated you? What about Vaemond humiliating me?! Insulting your own wife in front of you and you smiled! Smiled! How could you do that to me?! And that speech, just to further humiliate me!” His face fell at that, he never even realised he smiled, never realised that his wife was still Rhaenyra’s child. “My love…” He started but you didn’t want to give him the time. “I want to join my family on the journey back to Dragon Stone. I’ve barely seen them and wish to spend time with them, to think.” You stated, you left no room for argument.

You saw how his face turned to panic. “No. No no no, I’m sorry, I never realised. I never meant to hurt you my love please. Please don’t leave, I need you here.” You shook your head. “You made your bed, now lie in it.” His eye teared up, and pleaded again. “I need you, please don’t leave me, not again. I can’t go without you again. I’m begging you.” You shook your head again, “Some time apart might do us good, maybe you’ll realise how much I do for you and how little I get back.” Words couldn’t describe how his heart broke at the sight of you boarding the ship, no kiss goodbye, nothing, his life was empty yet again. He could only hope you returned soon.

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The way this inspired me to write more for our cute little nerd!! I have way to much to write rn...

Happy Michael Gavey Day! Make sure to give our slutty nerd boyfriend head until he cries and then feed him a Crunchie! 🎉

-🪴

He deserves it, doesn't he?

Warnings: oral (M receiving).

NSFW and 18+ please!

One so good he's trying not to cry out in the middle of the library? He has to grab the shelves to support his trembling legs as you keep sucking his red cock, swallow it until he's fucking your throat, your hands grabbing his arse to keep him there when he tries to pull back.

He bites his own hand to stifle his moans, he's crying now, it feels so good, too good, he's spiralling, drowning in you. He needs to tell you he's close, so close!

He groans when he comes in your mouth, his whole body shudders when you keep sucking and licking his cock. He folds on the floor, your open arms his refuge as he tries to collect his marbles again.

He's still pink cheeked when you help him back in his boxers and jeans. He abandons his body against yours again, the two of you sitting on the cold floor, his back to your front.

"I have something for you, Mickey."

He feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sultry tone of your voice.

He hears you rummage in your bag for a moment and your small giggles when you find what you're looking for, presenting the Crunchie bar to him.

"What's this for?"

"It's the anniversary of the first time we went out on a date. We have to celebrate!"

Michael turns in your embrace, he's already eating the Crunchie in his weird way that makes you laugh every single time.

"That's why you sucked me off?"

"Oh no! I just wanted to suck your cock!"

Michael feels the erection growing in his pants.

"Tell me you're finished with your work for today." He groans.

"I am." You smile wickedly. "Do you want to celebrate some more?"

He almost falls on his face, he is in a hurry to drag you back to his room. He wants to celebrate for the whole night!

[slaytheusurper]

was jace a virgin in my dear betrothed?

Yes he was 🙂‍↕️ hes def the kind of guy that would refrain from having sex because his betrothed has to as well so he would totally also safe himself for his future wife ☺️ I also agree with the whole 'he's a bastard so he doesn't want to father a bastard himself' because he knows how horrible it is in that time :((

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Between the pages ⭑

Masterlist

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Sister!reader

A/N: Inspired from a c.ai bot, did not proofread oops

Request: No

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, kissing, carresing, grinding, dry humping, aemond cumming in his pants tehee.

Summary: Both you and your brother are restless, comforting words are spoken, inappropriate questions are asked, arousal hangs thick in the air and Aemond finally claims what is rightfully his.

Word count: 4.9k

In the hallowed sanctuary of the Red Keep's library, the evening's dim glow filtered through tall, narrow windows, casting an amber hue upon the towering shelves of dusty tomes. The aged parchment exuded an intoxicating aroma, a nostalgic scent of centuries-old knowledge that hung in the still air. 

The soft rustle of turning pages reverberated, creating a symphony of whispered tales. Aemond, a figure of regal demeanour, sat amidst this historical haven, his silver hair catching the subtle gleam of the filtered sunlight. He was engrossed in a weighty tome chronicling the ancient history of his house. His sharp, one violet eye, intense and focused, mirrored the depths of the stories he perused.

As the door creaked open, a brief interruption in the library's sacred solitude, Aemond's gaze lifted from the pages. His keen senses detected the subtle entrance, and with deliberate grace, he closed the heavy book, the spine emitting a muted thud. The air seemed to ripple with the shift in atmosphere as he acknowledged your presence.

Your figure, bathed in the soft glow of evening light, entered the serene space, an unspoken energy accompanying your steps. Aemond's nod, a gesture both regal and restrained, was the precursor to the spoken inquiry that followed. "What are you doing here?" His voice, low and measured, cut through the quiet like a carefully honed blade. 

Each word carried a weight, a resonance that spoke of authority and contemplation. The piercing violet of his one good eye, the one that wasn't covered by a black leather eyepatch, lingered on you, a silent invitation for explanation.

"Couldn't sleep, what are you doing awake brother?" You replied, your soft words echoing through the quiet library. Aemond leaned back in his seat, the leather of the chair creaking softly as he shifted. He observed your restless state, the hint of insomnia in your eyes. 

"Insomnia, it seems, is a persistent companion for both of us. The quiet solitude of the library often offers me respite from my restless nights." He spoke.

"Me as well, at least we're not alone when we have each other." You smiled as you joined him at the table in the dark library. Aemond watched as you settled beside him, your presence a familiar comfort in the night. He observed the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips, a soft acknowledgment of your shared predicament.

"Indeed." He murmured in agreement, placing the heavy tome he'd been reading on the table. "Two souls ensnared by the dark canvas of the night. Yet," His gaze flicked towards you, "company, on restless evenings such as this, is not such a lamentable thing."

You smiled at him and nodded, "Is there something particularly bothering you?" Aemond’s one good eye held your gaze for a moment, studying your face, searching for something hidden in the silence. He exhaled softly, a sound of contemplation.

"Nothing specific." His fingers traced the worn edge of the tome. "The weight of the day, perhaps. The demands, the expectations." He paused, the line between his brows deepening in a subtle frown. "Or perhaps it’s the quiet that disturbs me. It allows my mind to wander places I’d rather it not."

"For me it's the quiet, no distractions from my thoughts. It gives me anxiety." You replied, your fingers tracing over the rough wood of the table. Aemond nodded, understanding seeping into his features. Anxiety was a familiar companion in the silent hours of night. He shifted slightly in his seat, turning more towards you.

“The quiet can be a cruel mistress." His voice took on a quieter, more contemplative edge. "It gives us the space to think, yet some thoughts are better left unexplored in the darkness." He paused, studying your face again, a hint of concern etched in his expression.

"It’s the fact that I can't control them, they've a bad effect on me at night. And every night when I lie in bed alone, they come again. Like a vicious circle." You explained. Aemond's gaze softened, a quiet understanding flickering within one violet eye. The solitude of nighttime and the intrusive thoughts that haunted your sleep were burdens far too familiar to him.

"A vicious cycle, indeed." He mused, his voice a low, comforting murmur. "Thoughts often breed in the silence. Especially when we feel like we’ve lost control." Your gaze flicked up at him at that and curiosity took hold.

"What do you think about at night? You don't have to tell me but perhaps it helps relieve some stress." Aemond’s gaze held a hint of hesitance before he spoke. His eye looked at you, searching your compassion and understanding. The quiet of the library wrapped around him like a cloak, giving him courage to share his inner turmoil.

“Everything and nothing at once." He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think of the day, the past, the future. The weight of responsibility, the duties that await me. The... emptiness." He paused, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he composed himself again.

"Emptiness?" You asked, still holding his gaze. Aemond's face was a stoic mask, his features betraying none of the inner turmoil that simmered beneath the surface. For a moment, he didn't speak, his gaze distant as he considered his words.

"Yes." He replied finally, his voice quiet, almost a whisper. "Emptiness. A sense of... hollowness. A loneliness that seeps in when the world is still and silent." He murmured. "Right, I understand. But you're never alone so long I'm alive. You know that right? I'm your sister, you'll always have me." You smiled.

Aemond’s gaze shifted back to you, the seriousness in his eyes replaced by a flicker of vulnerability. The weight of your words sank in, and for a moment, his usual stoic demeanour crumbled. A small part of him relaxed, a tension draining from his shoulders.

"I know." He murmured, his voice a soft rumble, his one eye holding your gaze. "I... appreciate that. More than you know." Your hand went from the table to rest upon his.

Aemond's gaze flicked down to where your hand rested upon his. The contrast in size was stark, your small hand seeming almost swallowed by his. The warmth of your touch echoed through his veins, a sensation both foreign and comforting. He allowed his fingers to curl ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, around your hand, as if to hold on to that small piece of comfort you offered.

His voice was a low, contemplative mutter. “You’ve always been more observant than I give you credit for." You softly caressed his hand when you spoke. "You don't have to give me credit, just stay by my side. Talk to me occasionally, that's all I need."

The subtle gesture allowed his hand to intertwine further with yours, his long, slender fingers carefully encircling yours. He nodded in agreement. “I can do that.” He said, his voice a warm murmur. "I'll try, at least. To talk to you more. To... be present, in ways I've been absent.”

"I know it's hard, I feel like I know you better than anyone. But just know you always have me." You comforted him, you knew he wasn’t one to talk about his feelings so when he did you made sure to comfort him and praise him.

"I know I do." He murmured, "And I... appreciate it. More than I can express." He paused, his gaze roaming over your face, the subtle lines of worry and thoughtfulness there. After a moment, he continued. "Is there... anything troubling you, tonight?" Your focus shifted to your lap. "Not really, same as you. Just in general the weight of duty. No freedom."

"A burden we share." He muttered, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "The responsibilities that come with our station... sometimes they feel unbearable." You looked at him again before you spoke. "They are. That's why we must distract ourselves, find things to do that we like."

Aemond's gaze flicked towards a towering bookshelf, his eye flickering over the countless volumes contained within. The quiet, familiar surroundings of the library, with its vast collection of knowledge, were a comfort to him. He turned his gaze back to you.

"Yes, I suppose you're right." He murmured, a thoughtful frown on his face. "Distraction is a useful tool. Reading, swordplay, flying. Things that take our mind off the weight of duty, however briefly." He smiled ever so slightly. "If you are in need of comfort, an embrace or otherwise, just tell me." You said, both your hands still intertwined. 

Aemond's expression softened the tiniest bit as he looked into your eyes. The offer of comfort, however simple, was a welcome one. He didn't often allow himself to be vulnerable, to seek comfort from others. But sitting here, in the quiet, with you... it felt different.

He gave your hand a light, almost imperceptible squeeze, his fingers curling a little tighter around yours. His voice, when he spoke, was the softest it had been all night. "I'll remember that."

"Good." You looked down a bit nervously, scared to say what was on your mind. To reveal your true purpose of coming here knowing he would be reading here. Aemond, ever observant, noticed the change in your demeanour. He sensed the nervousness in your glance, the uncertainty in your eyes. His eye narrowed ever so slightly as he studied you, his intuition picking up on the shift in the air.

He squeezed your hand again, gently this time, as if trying to reassure you. In a quiet, low murmur, he spoke. "What is it? What's on your mind?" You looked away from him. "Nothing, I shouldn't."

Aemond quirked an eyebrow at your denial, his gaze unwavering. He could see the lie in your eyes, the nervous smile on your face. He leaned a little closer, his voice a low, persistent rumble. "Don't try to deceive me." He said, a hint of warning in his tone. "There's something you want to say. I can tell."

"Aemond, really I shouldn't. It was stupid of me to even think about it." You responded a bit agitated that he wouldn’t let it go, but there was this spark, what would happen if you did tell him? How would he react?

Aemond leaned back slightly, his one eye focused on you. There was a stubborn set to his jaw, a determination in his gaze. He wasn't going to let you off the hook that easily. "If I've learned anything about you, it's that when you say something is 'stupid', it's usually the opposite. Tell me." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Fine. I just didn't want to be alone tonight. I knew you would be here- and I wanted to ask you something... but it would be inappropriate." You still said hesitantly, there was no going back now, it could go only two ways.

Aemond's expression shifted, the stubbornness in his eyes giving way to a flicker of surprise. He didn't expect your confession, and the vulnerability in your words resonated with him. "Inappropriate, you say?" He repeated, a note of curiosity in his voice. He leaned forward again, his gaze holding yours. "You know I'm not easily shocked. Go on."

"No, I will embarrass myself only further." Your brows furrowed, why did you say it? Now he really wasn’t going to let it go.

Aemond's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing your hesitation. He knew you well enough to know when you were holding back, hiding something. He let out a sigh, his voice taking on a more persuasive tone. "Come on." He coaxed. “You've already started. Let it out. I promise, it can't be as embarrassing as you think." You shifted in your seat, a silence fell between you until you finally fessed up.

"I wanted to ask... if you would- uhm. Sleep next to me tonight? I-in my bed. It's stupid and inappropriate to do as adults now... but when we were kids we used to, remember? Especially when I had had a nightmare, it was so comforting. And I miss your comfort, but it is stupid of me to even think or suggest-" You rambled on but stopped when you noticed his reaction.

Aemond's eyes widened in shock as your words hit him. His heart thundered in his chest, the air suddenly feeling thick around them. For a few silent moments, he just gazed at you, his thoughts swirling like a tempest.

He swallowed hard, his fingers clenching around yours as he fought to keep his expression neutral. The memory of sleeping next to you, as a child, was a distant, yet vivid one. Memories of comfort, safety, warmth. "You... want me to sleep with you?"

I swallowed hard at his words, the way he put it made it sound suggestive. "Sleep next to me, yes, hold each other as we did when we were children. But I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." You dismissed the conversation.

Aemond's mind was a torrent of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The idea was outlandish, and yet... somehow, it felt right. He could remember the safety and comfort he had felt, holding you as a child. He could imagine, all too clearly, feeling that again after all these years.

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze unwavering as he studied you. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and contemplative. "It's not... normal. It's inappropriate for us to sleep together at our age." Your heart thumped in your chest, shame and regret swirling in your gut. "I know, I'm sorry. Just miss what we once had...our closeness."

Aemond closed his eye, taking a moment to steady himself. He could hear the regret in your voice, the longing for a time gone by. He felt it too, that ache for the closeness you once shared. He opened his eye again, meeting yours, his gaze soft and pensive. "We can't go back to what we were." He murmured, a hint of sadness in his voice. "We can't pretend we're children anymore."

Your eyes teared up at his words, somewhere in your mind you were expecting him to agree. To comfort each other to sleep. "I'm sorry-" You said, your voice breaking as you got up from the chair. A scraping noise filling the quiet space as you got up.

Aemond's heart twisted at the sound of your voice breaking. He felt your pain, your disappointment, as keenly as if it were his own. As you stood to leave, he reached out, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, stilling your movements.

"Wait-" He protested, his voice rough and quiet. He tugged you back, making you stand between his knees as he sat on the edge of the chair. You looked down at him, embarrassment clear on your face.

Aemond drew you closer, his hand on your wrist guiding you between his knees. The sight of you, embarrassed and tearful, tugged at his heartstrings. He released your wrist and instead took both of your hands in his, his long fingers wrapping around your smaller ones.

He looked up at you, his one eye meeting your gaze. His voice was soft and low, a hint of vulnerability in his words. "Sit." He commanded. "O-on your lap?" You asked, breath hitching in your throat." Aemond's expression softened, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He saw the shyness in your gaze.

"Yes, on my lap." He confirmed. He tugged on your hands again, coaxing you down. His thighs, muscular and strong, formed a solid, comfortable seat for you to perch on, his hands helping to guide you. As you sat on his lap, heat creeped on your skin at the feeling of such an intimate gesture.

Aemond's arms wrapped around you once you were settled on his lap, encircling you in a loose, yet possessive embrace. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the shyness in your body language. And yet, you fit perfectly in his arms, as if you were made to be there.

He looked up at you, his one eye studying your flushed face. "You're trembling." He noted, his voice a low murmur. "Am I?" You hadn't even noticed. Your voice came out as a whisper, your eyes going over his beautiful features.

Henodded, his gaze not leaving your face. His eye traced over your features, taking in every detail, every subtle movement of your body against his. The soft whispers of your voice, the shy flicker of your eyelashes... He brought one hand up and cupped your cheek, his palm gently cradling the soft flesh. He let his thumb brush over your skin, the touch light and gentle.

"You are." He replied, his voice barely a whisper. You cuddled up closer to him in his embrace, on his lap. Feeling closer to him than ever before. "Oh." You whispered softly. Your eyes not leaving his.

Aemond's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer against him. You were flush against him now, your body pressed up against his chest, your legs tangled with his, your face so close he could feel your breath on his. Your proximity was both comfort and torture, and he found himself fighting the urge to pull you even closer, however impossible.

He looked down at you, his eye darkened by the intimacy, his voice low. "You feel so small against me like this." You smiled at his words. "And you feel so big and strong holding me like this." Aemond felt something churn in his chest at your words, a mixture of possessive desire and tender affection. You were so vulnerable in his arms, so petite compared to his tall, muscular frame. It stirred something deep within him, something that longed to protect and claim you all at once.

He let his hand slide from your cheek down to your back, his palm pressing firmly against the arch of your spine. His breath was warm against your face as he spoke, "You feel... perfect, in my arms."

"It does feel perfect, feels right." You confirmed, your face nuzzling in his neck. Aemond closed his eye, savouring the feel of you nuzzling against him. Your breath, soft and warm, caressed his skin.

He cradled you close, his arms encircling you completely, his hand rubbing slowly up and down your back. He held you like that for a long moment, the silence of the library around you broken only by your combined breaths.

You noticed his breathing becoming heavier and wondered if it was because of you. "Are you alright?" You calmly asked him, concern laced in your voice. Aemond's eye opened at your question, his breathing laboured. He took a moment to steady himself, his heart beating heavily beneath his chest. He hadn't expected you to notice how affected he was by your proximity, and he was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

"I'm... fine." He murmured, his voice gruff. He knew he was lying, but he didn't want to admit just how much your presence, your scent, your warmth, was stirring him up. "Okay." You smiled. Holding his stare again, his gaze almost seemed to flicker to your lips.

Aemond tried to keep his gaze neutral, but he found it impossible to keep his eyes from wandering down to your lips. They were so close, so soft-looking. He could feel the urge to lean forward, to close that final distance between you, almost overwhelming him.

His grip on you tightened subtly, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your hips. His voice was low, more of a growl than a whisper, when he spoke again. "You're so temptingly close to me, you know that?" You only breathlessly nodded, your body feeling like it was on fire at his touch.

Aemond watched as you nodded, your body visibly trembling against his. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the tension in your body. It was maddening, the way you responded to his touch, the way you looked at him with those wide, innocent eyes. It took all his self-control to not close that final distance, to not press his lips against yours and claim your mouth with his own.

Instead, he forced himself to stay still, to keep the last vestiges of restraint over his feelings. But his hold on your waist remained firm, his fingers digging into your hips. A disappointed feeling swirled in your gut at the sight of him looking away, his grip still tight on you as you cuddled up against him in his lap. "Why won't you look at me?" You softly whispered, wishing to feel that tempting connection again. The sight of lust in his eye.

Aemond couldn't resist much longer. The sight of you snuggled up against him, your voice soft and pleading, sent a jolt of desire through him. He felt himself snapping, the last of his restraint breaking. He looked down at you again, his eye meeting yours, and this time, there was no mistaking the look of raw hunger in his gaze.

"Because if I look at you any longer, I won't be able to hold back." He murmured, his voice rough and ragged, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. "Don't. Don't hold back. I don't want you to- please." You whispered, your breath now heavy too.

"You don't know what you're asking for." He murmured, his voice a rough whisper, his breath hot against your face. You had no patience left, and took the initiative yourself. Placing a hand on his cheek, you surged forward and pressed your lips harshly to his.

Aemond's eye widened in surprise at the feeling, a spark cursing through him. For a moment, he was frozen in shock, his mind processing the suddenness of your action. But then, the feeling of your lips against his sent a wave of desire coursing through him, and he responded instantly.

He let out a low, guttural moan and grabbed the back of your head with one hand, returning the kiss with an almost ferocious intensity. A whine left your lips as he kissed you back ferociously. His touch dizzying you with desire.

Aemond swallowed your whine with a low growl, the sound adding fuel to the fire burning in him. Your body, pressed so closely against his, was driving him wild, his senses consumed by nothing but you. He deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entry, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and hungry.

The feeling of his hands caressing you only added to the heated moment, a whimper leaving you at the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth. Aemond devoured your sounds like a starving man, his tongue tangling with yours in a hot, wet dance. Your response, the sounds you were making, were driving him mad. He needed more, needed to feel all of you, needed to claim every inch of you as his own.

He broke the kiss only to shift his attention to your neck, his lips trailing a hot, wet path along your skin, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh as he went. "Aemond-" You whined his name at the feeling of his lips on your neck, shifting around in his lap, looking for any kind of friction.

Aemond groaned at the sound of his name on your lips, the way you writhed in his lap, seeking friction against him. He was getting lost in you, losing himself in the feeling of your body against his, the taste of your skin, the sound of your breathing.

He sucked hard against your pulse point, the need to mark you as his own undeniable. His hands roamed lower, down to the curve of your waist, his thumbs tracing small circles on your hip bones. "Need you Aem." You softly moaned, aware that you were still in the library.

He knew he needed you too, needed you desperately, but the fact that you were here, in the library, where anyone could see, added a layer of thrill to the whole situation. "You don't know how hard it is to keep my hands off you right now." He murmured against your neck, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin.

"Don't, touch me however you want. I'm yours." You whispered, his tongue licking your skin. Aemond's breath caught in his throat at your words. The way you said "I'm yours" and then gave him permission to touch you... it almost sent him over the edge.

He let out a low growl and shifted you in his lap, so you were straddling him, your thighs on either side of his hips. His hands moved up to the back of your legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, pulling you close against him once more.

The new position gave way for new sensations, the feeling of your cores pressed against each other sending waves of pleasure through the both of you. You felt your sensitive clit rub against his clothed erection, his confessions and kisses riling you up.

Your core against his sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He couldn't remember ever feeling this good, this desperate for someone before. He was burning up from the inside out, and yet, he craved more. More of you, more of this delicious friction between you.

He grabbed your hips, grinding you against him harshly, his eye half-closed as he looked up at you. His voice was a ragged whisper. "So good... you feel so good." The way you grinded against each other like you were in heat was almost pathetic. 

"Gods Aem-" You moaned a bit too loudly. His voice adding to the euphoria, your wet cunt strongly moving against his hard on. He could feel your wetness through your underclothes, his own pre cum staining his breeches, it only made it easier to hump against each other.

He leaned his head forward, pressing his face against your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged on your skin. His hands were still gripping your hips, guiding your movement against his, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Aemond was teetering on the edge, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming in pants. Every sound you made, every movement of your body against him, pushed him closer to the brink. You weren’t far from heaven either, the both of you so desperate for each other that it was quite easy to get off from just dry humping.

He couldn't hold back any longer. His grip on your hips tightened as he let out a guttural groan and his breeches filled with his seed, the now wetter feeling of his crotch made you moan way too loud, holding your breath as you came. 

Aemond's climax hit him like a tidal wave. He slammed his eye shut, his breath catching in his throat as the waves of pleasure washed over him, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode out the waves, his body shuddering beneath yours as you shook on top of him, legs cramping up at the force.

For several long moments, he held you against him, his heart thundering in his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He was silent, his grip on you still strong, his body still hot from the aftershocks. His breathing still laboured as his body came down from the intense pleasure. 

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding you secure in his lap, refusing to let you go. His face was still buried against your shoulder, his eye closed as he savoured the feeling of you in his arms. "Gods... you drive me crazy." He muttered against your skin, his voice hoarse from exertion.

"And you have no idea what you do to me." You whispered softly with a smile. Aemond finally pulled his head back from your shoulder at that, his gaze meeting yours, his eye dark and burning with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. He gently brushed a stray lock of silver hair from your face.

He let out a low, rough chuckle, his eye never leaving yours. "Trust me, I have a pretty good idea." He murmured, his voice still ragged. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You make me want things I've never wanted before."

"Really? Like what?" Aemond's smile deepened at your question. He was quiet for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, his fingers tracing small circles on your hip. Finally, he spoke, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "Like... claiming you, marking you as mine so every man in the Seven Kingdoms knows you belong to me." The possessive edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled and kissed him softly before speaking. "So can we now go back to my chambers and cuddle or is that still too inappropriate?" You smiled mischievously.

Aemond snorted, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at your suggestion. He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Oh, I think we're way past the point of 'appropriate' now, don't you?" He teased. He shifted you in his lap, lifting you up and standing from the chair. He kept one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him. "Your rooms it is."

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⭑ Misc. Masterlist ⭑

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Father Charlie Mayhew

Giving into desire with father Charlie 𐙚

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Every one of my masterlists AND fics/one shots have been updated so that they are all properly linked again, sorry for any inconvenience. I did have to remake all the masterlist posts but that's okay since I wanted to give my blog a little makeover along with my new username anyway.

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⭑ TBOSBAS Masterlist ⭑

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Coriolanus Snow

Want to be more than your friend 𐙚 Summary: Your best friend catches you reading your dirty book while he's studying...

Rivals 𐙚 Summary: After years of competing with Coryo and you pissing him off, he decides to shut you up.

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⭑ House of The Dragon Masterlist ⭑

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aemond Targaryen

Name day celebrations 𐙚 Summary: Your name day could only be a big celebration as your brother the king loved you so much. And both him and your husband made it their mission to give you a night to never forget.

Our sweet sister 𐙚 Summary: Aemond has been waiting for years to marry his favourite sister, Aegon agreed it was the only way of keeping her close of making sure she only belonged to them. But her being given away to a dornish prince changes everything.

In the middle of the night 𐙚 ☾ Summary: Being married to Aegon brought you no pleasure, especially when it comes to the bedroom and you were still without an heir. However your sweet brother Aemond is willing to help you out.

Under the eyes of the seven 𐙚 Summary: After years of leaving King's Landing, you go back to fight for your brothers inheritance, but the tense energy grows stronger when you meet you uncle again. So what will happen when your mother Rhaenyra betrothes you to him?

Between the pages 𐙚☾ Summary: Both you and your brother are restless, comforting words are spoken, inappropriate questions are asked, arousal hangs thick in the air and Aemond finally claims what is rightfully his.

Heartache ☾ Summary: Once best friends now turned against each other, will their betrothal mend their rift?

Between the pages 𐙚☾ Summary: Both you and your brother are restless, comforting words are spoken, inappropriate questions are asked, arousal hangs thick in the air and Aemond finally claims what is rightfully his.

Ānogar ānograro 𐙚 Summary: Aemond was obsessed with his niece, and now she was officially his, his to breed, his to claim and the entire Red Keep gets to enjoy it too!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aegon Targaryen

Name day celebrations 𐙚 Summary: Your name day could only be a big celebration as your brother the king loved you so much. And both him and your husband made it their mission to give you a night to never forget.

Our sweet sister 𐙚 Summary: Aemond has been waiting for years to marry his favourite sister, Aegon agreed it was the only way of keeping her close of making sure she only belonged to them. But her being given away to a dornish prince changes everything.

The prince of pleasure 𐙚 Summary: You and your uncle always had fun growing up and when you see each other years later, he knows just where to take your for some real fun.

Redamancy 𐙚 Summary: During a brief walk at night you catch your eldest brother in a comprimising position with one of the servants. He obviously has to be a good brother and show you what that pleasure feels like.

Better when you're here 𐙚 ☾ Summary: Sad and needy Aegon just needs mummy to make him feel better :((((

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Jacaerys Velaryon

My dear betrothed 𐙚 Summary: After years of not seeing each other, you are to be wed to your cousin Jace, but can you hold off your desires for each other before the wedding?

I am yours and you are mine, whatever may come 𐙚 Summary: After your mother Rhaenyra ascended the iron throne you were finally able to wed your betrothed. But with a royal wedding comes a bedding ceremony.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Daemon Targaryen

The dragon and the princess 𐙚 Summary: Your name day was celebrated lavishly and after you and your uncle have a heated conversation, so you try to get off when you are finally alone in your bedchamber, or so you thought.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Benjicot ("Davos") Blackwood

The ballad of the raven and the dragon 𐙚 Summary: Being the only daughter of queen Rhaenrya and the heir to the throne is not easy, after convincing your mother to let you patrol near the riverlands you come across a battle where you meet the infamous Bloody Ben.

This is more than a sick love story (Pt. 2 Tbotratd) 𐙚✧ Summary: Returning home after that evening was harder than you thought, the risky letters don't help either. Would it really hurt to meet again?

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⭑ Game Of Thrones Masterlist ⭑

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Robb Stark

Colder than snow ☾✧ Summary: Growing up in Winterfell as a hostage was difficult, luckily Robb took you in but years later your friendship threatens to break when tensions rise and you have been planned to send away.

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⭑ Works In Progress ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ This is where I will update on what I'm currently writing, here you might also find your request but usually I'll let you know if I'm accepting/working on it.

✧ Cregan Stark x Betrothed!Reader (+18)

✧ Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader (+18)

✧ Malachy Granger x Reader (+18)

✧ Perv!Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader (+18)

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⭑ Main Masterlist ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Welcome to my blog, I write for multiple fandoms but mainly for House of The Dragon, English is not my first language mistakes might happen. This blog contains mainly nsfw content, so mdni! My messages are always open and I love to talk to moots and followers so feel free to send a message :)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Rules regarding requests: Nothing involving non-con, r-pe, torture etc. Otherwise I'm a freak and anything else is fine ;)

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✧ HOTD Masterlist

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