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#Considering on changing my url....#Hmmm...#Might keep silver part of it#I wanna shorten it since my current url is long asf and imo sounds slightly childish :')#... Silverpyromage...?#Idk man I'm brainstorming#If I were to change it I'd change it beginning of next yr so like new year new me lols
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I'm trying to avoid getting spoiled so I haven't looked up what's happening in the Jp server's main story, but for my own sanity I need to ask; is the story at a point where we know whether Lilia will get better/survive his almost-empty magic reserves..? Was it a true death flag from the start or only a plot device for malleus' overblot....?
not yet! I do think they're going to get back to it eventually, but -- keeping it as low spoilers as possible -- there's been...let's just say a LOT going on in the meantime.
enjoy 7-6!!! :)
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers#i AM going to talk more about spoilers for a minute (i will try to keep it just up to 7-6 stuff though)#but i have. THEORIES.#my current hypothesis (based on absolutely nothing except vibes)#is that they're going to find the princess glow and use it to save lilia#via magic boost or...something. idk it was vaguely-defined enough they can handwave exactly how#because. look. they made a point of introducing this super powerful macguffin gemstone with magical dad-saving powers#and then never solidly established what happened to it#(twst? talk at length about something totally irrelevant that never comes up again? surely not)#but it would tie in very nicely with the rest of the parallels between silver and the knight of dawn#and i like how it would be sorta like...a little bit of meleanor coming back to save lilia#(again) (less violently this time)#my even-more-based-on-nothing theory is that crowley might have the princess glow and this might segue into whatever's going on with him#as always i could be completely wrong but i'm just. y'know. feeling it.#i'm still obsessing over that one line from episode 4 where azul was like 'oh yeah i totally know crowley's big secret'#which was most likely azul bullshitting but i'm still like IT'S GONNA COME BACK AAAAANY DAY NOW#(at this point no one will be more shocked than i) (the validation would be nice though)
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another wippy,,,, updated timeskips will be happening :]
#kagoodles#rival silver#trainer kris#part me checking if this will appear in public tags#part me finally updating my designs after a year!#these are gonna be their casual fits;;; hoping to keep things 2000s-2010s design wise :Tc#still gotta work on descs for them but itâs stuff I might throw onto my neocities more than anything#I donât have a good timeskip name for this yet thoughâŠwill probably update older posts when I think of something#anyways things will be sparser because of how this part of the year is! I just want out of collegeâŠ
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àŁȘđ€àčàŁ â JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #10. babies, lots of âem.
about. the all star jock has an intense breeding kink that leads him to confess the plans he has for he and his weird girlfriendâs future. ( 2.5K )
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, angst if you squint, characters aged up to 20s, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cum play, praise, jock bf!yuuji, weird girl + fem!reader - the brain rot continues !! inspired by @kweenkatsuki-fics recent yuuji thirsting hehe <3
ââmma give you babies⊠lots of âem,â yuuji slurs, his hips ramming into yours at a bruising, unprecedented pace.Â
beneath your shaky fingertips, the muscles of your boyfriendâs back ripple with his movements â his strength as he uses the headboard for leverage to fuck into your sloppy, sweltering heat of your sex. youâre flat on your back, his heavy and weighty body hanging over yours protectively while itadori traps you between the blazing heat in his chest and the sweaty bed sheets below. whenever yuuji gets in the mood like this, possessive and hungry for you ( and nobody else but you ), in the mood to keep you all to himself â you canât help but succumb to each one of his touches and wet kisses.Â
you canât help the way your body trembles in the cage of his muscular arms while his abs ripple against your tummy and his pelvis tacks deliciously to your swollen clit. the bed creaks beneath the sloppy affair of your grinding bodies and somehow, within the mess of sex and love, your freehands link and squeeze to ground one another. âthe way youâre suckinâ me in, god, honey,â yuuji coos, his words tickle the shell of your ear delicately, contrasting with the carnivorous way his deep brown eyes drink you in when he pulls back slightly to look at you, silver chain and dog tags dangling above your hot face, as if heâs picturing you nice and full of him and his seed. âso selfish, you donât wanna let me pull out. you want this cumâŠyeah?âÂ
in that moment, you think you might cum, all because of the breathy whimpers from your lover that ghost over your dampened cupidâs bow ( wet from kisses ) â accompanied by the sensation of his hard-on bullying its way into your tight, quivering little hole. thereâs a keen smile that spreads across yuujiâs plush lips when you nod your head âyesâ in response, you feel his excitement and desire for you deepen when the entire length of him twitches inside of you â pulsating as small spurts of precum begin to line your lewdly squelching walls.
âi knew you would, youâre such a good girlâŠand youâre all mine, how lucky am i? that youâre all. fucking. mine.â for a boy so sweet and gentlemanly outside of the bedroom, itadori is always sure to fuck you nasty and raw whilst making you feel like the most adored person on the planet. yuujiâs sailor-mouth-like praises are slurred and sinful, a tale tale sign that heâs already pussy drunk as he sheaths inch after inch within you. you can hardly blame him, not when your body adjusts to yuuji so perfectly â silken pussy stretching over the blue spiralling veins on his heavy cock. âmine to love, mine to fuck, mine to breed.â he tells you through seraphic gripes too.
âohmygod!â you squeal, voice ringing hoarsely in your throat. your cunt spills honey molasses and sweet nectar against your ravaged sexes, juices intertwining with the small pink tufts of yuujiâs happy trail as his bright red tip bears down harshly on your gummy g-spot â providing him with the lube he needs to make love to you properly. âbabyâŠi c-canât!âÂ
just as you moan out again, legs squeezing around your boyfriendâs slender waist â yuujiâs blushing face ducks into your neck, making quick work of marking up your skinâŠbecause if he looks at your face, the way your brows crease softly and your lips part in a gentle âoâ, and sees the way it twists with mounting pleasure. he wonât be able to hold off for much longer, heâll lose his mind and fuck you too hard for either of you to cope. he knows that you can take it, manage to take all of his seed and all of his love â but if yuuji snaps, heâll be pounding into you until heâs shooting blanks.Â
with your hands traversing upwards into yuujiâs sea of pink curls and over his smooth undercut, he reacts with his golden eyes rolling back into the dark depths of his skull â temporarily locking away your sunlight that brings warmth to your dorm. a familiar heat prickles underneath the surface of your skin like a thousand tiny needles as you pant out your words, pleading with bambi as you look up at yuuji. âi want your cum, yuuji, i want you toâŠhah⊠fill me up ân get me pregnantâŠâ thereâs a feeling painfully seated above your abdomen, a burning sensation of mounting pleasure like a wound desperate to be licked and soothed by itadori.
by grinding up against him, sticky clit smearing over his tense stomach and golden abs, you think that you might garner some relief â but you only feel teased and taunted when the jock pulls his cock from the snugness of your tight head to slap his milky cockhead against your pulsing mound proudly.
âdonât say it like that, fuck, baby,â yuuji all but groans, lashes fluttering at the slick sound your cunt makes with each love tap. beads of his precum ooze over you in another form of claim, glazing you in yuujiâs scent and taste. some of it even drips from your abused hole as it clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled by all that your boyfriend has to offer. âthereâs so much⊠sâleaking out of you. gonna have to keep you on my dick always, give you all my babies.â the rose haired man canât even hear himself speak, not over the sound of blood rushing through his ears â carrying sex crazed hormones. certainly not over your sweet sighs that form a melody with the pap, pap, pap of your pussy as he slowly sinks back into you â building up a steady rhythm to his thrusts, like an oceanâs regular tide.
yuuji canât stop rambling, saying whatever lustful thought sits at the forefront of his mind. having you splayed out beneath him like this, your nipples pert against his firm chest and your breasts bouncing with every forceful lunge of his hips forward â it drives him up a wall. âgonna look so pretty ân round when youâre full of me. iâll put a ring on it, make you my pretty wife â holy fuck, youâre squeezing me so tight. you like it when i talk to you like that, huh?â the thick vein on the underside of his shaft presses deliciously up against pleasure spots that only yuuji knows about, never leaving you unsatisfied, not even for a moment as his body rocks passionately into yours.
tanned skin and hard muscle feel slippery underneath your trembling hands. you donât know what to hold onto, donât know how to ground yourself when you feel this good and yuujiâs cock skilfully dives into your sopping heat â promises of the future, a wedding and family hand in the humid air buzzing between you both but is best said by the way itadoriâs body dsnces with your own, his arousal soaked signature lining your rippling walls. Â Â
âneed that so bad, yuuji! need you so bad⊠please fill me up, i want it inside.â you hiccup and demand, hardly able to speak through it all. the bed moans and groans just like you do, every time itadoriâs dick pumps in and pulls out of your dripping, greedy hole â coated in a layer of foamy white. using your elbows as leverage, you work your hips down to meet yuuji in a slick and sensual dance, clenching at every inch of him that assails your insides until delight crackles over your hazy brain. Â
âgod, baby pleaseâŠif you keep talking like that iâm gonnaââ yuuji whines from deep within his chest, the sound resonating through you and shooting straight down to your creamy cunt that clamps down on him, pulling little droplets of precum from his sensitive tip.Â
your next words have the jock pounding into you with new vigour, desperate to give you everything that you want. âd-donât pull out, yuuji. inside.âÂ
âahh, okay,â he whimpers as his voice rises in pitch, brown eyes stinging with tears. his golden arms flex as they lift you by the apex of your thighs â dragging you back onto his cock and itâs unforgiving pace. itadori presses his forehead to yours, caramel eyes shining with tears that gleam in the afternoon sunlight breaking through the curtains of your dorm. âokay, okay fuck. okay, oh god â h-honey, iâmâŠfuck! i-im cumming!â he stumbles over his every word, the pink haired jockâs entire world shattering into smaller glass fragments as he finally hits his peak. thick waves of white flood your womb, hot and viscous and lighting you up from the inside out. it coats your swollen pussy lips in an opaque layer that smears along your inner thighs, pouring endlessly from yuujiâs fat cock and breederâs balls.
effectively breeding you.Â
still humping at you relentlessly and not daring to leave you far behind, yuuji tacks two of his fingers to your clit and caresses it in smooth circles, searing his name into you forever. he never lets up, fucking his cum into your womb with languid thrusts â bulbous and mushroomed cockhead spurting his hot seet against your g-spot as it grazes the epicentre of your pleasure over and over again. yuuji holds you in his arms while your vision clears, replaced by only blinding flashes of white and accompanied by an empty scream rattling around in your throat. your arousal spurts out of you in generous and clear streams, nearly forcing yuujiâs cock from your tight, rippling walls â painting both you and him in your juices.Â
your boyfriend can barely hold himself above you as you both finally come down, flopping onto you and trapping you against the sex soiled matress for cuddles.Â
âwe canât have babies, yuuji,â you laugh happily, letting out a puff of air from deep within your chest once youâre finally able to catch your breath. ânot right now, weâre too young and weâre still in college!â
âwell duh, not right nowâŠâ he muses, kissing your jaw and your neck and every part of you that heâs marked up and bruised. âbut like afterwardsâŠyanno? a few years down the line when we both have jobs. iâm gonna be pro and youâll be a sexy career woman. ân iâll make so much money that you can take all the time off you want. make sure youâre nice and taken care of andââÂ
giggling, the sweet melodies of your laughter cut through your boyfriendâs wistful rambling.Â
âwhatâs so funny?âÂ
âitâs justâŠyouâve really got this all planned out, huh?â you reach a hand up to cup itadoriâs sweaty cheek, brushing a thumb over the rough scarring at the corner of his mouth. he leans into you, much like a cat seeking physical touch, and you scratch just under his chin. âyou want to be with me for that long?âÂ
âi meanâŠyeah. i want you for the rest of my life. i thought that was obvious,â yuuji manages to say while you squish his cheeks and play about with his face, sounding a little dejected. âdonât you? ⊠donât you want that with me?âÂ
your smile drops as you shift to your elbows, immediately dead set on reassuring your usually confident boyfriend. âof course i want that with gou. i want everything with you, itâs just thatâŠâ you chew on your words, push them around the cavern of your mouth as it dries with nervousness. âitâs just that⊠iâm still so different to you, iâm still notâŠconventional by any means. so i just thought⊠by the time college was over youâdââÂ
âiâd get bored of you?âÂ
yuuji looks almost offended, his pink and kiss-swollen lips pushed forward into a pout and his dark brows drawn together in the centre of his forehead. falling back onto the sheets, one of his hands sink into the pillow supporting your head as you lay flat on your back â you feel it tremble with an emotion you canât quite place on his face. is it anger? hurt? annoyance? either way, your heart hammers in your chest and crawls itâs way up your throat. you feel nauseous at the prospect of even upsetting yuuji â especially after the loving sex youâve just had.Â
a croak in your throat replaces your sweet voice, youâre not sure if itâs because of how youâd been previously screaming your boyfriendâs name or because of how nervous youâve suddenly become. ây-yeah,â you say slowly. âthat.âÂ
âhow could you even think that?â yuuji breathes steadily, the corner of his mouth twitching into a frown but you canât bare to look at him any longer â casting your gaze to the side.Â
shaking your head, you blink back tears you hadnât even known were there. âi donât⊠i donât know. forget it, pretend i never said anything.âÂ
itadori bends at the neck to reach you, tutting into the air as it cools down and loses its feverish taste for lust. his nose bumps yours, the pair of them becoming neighbours while his breath coasts across your face almost comfortingly.Â
âwhen i say i want you, i mean it. forever,â he confesses, like a reflex, like the natural reflex that his brain has to make his heart beat. âi want you to be my wife after all this. youâre not just some college fling to me. i want to buy you a house, a big ring, keep you comfortable for the rest of my life. i decided on that when i first met you,â a calloused finger and thumb tilt your chin to the perfect angle, making you look at him, your gaze falling into a mahogany one belonging only to your doting partner. âi don't care how long it takes to prove this to you⊠but youâre the love of my life, so have a little faith in me. okay?â
yuuji takes your hand in his, placing your palm on the left side of his chest where the muscle keeping him alive races for you. the only girl in the room. the only girl in his worlds. his dog tags jingle at the movement but his eyes on you remain unwavering and so full of commitment. youâd be stupid not to believe him now.
âokay,â you affirm sweetly, tilting your head a little further in a silent ask. you want a kiss. âi love you, yuuji.âÂ
âand i love you right back,â he mumbles against your lips without skipping a beat, slotting your mouths together perfectly in a gentle chaste kiss. ânow baby, please stop asking me to cum inside, you know i canât help it and we canât have babies just yet,â yuuji whines and collapses on top of you with a huff.Â
âyouâre the one who said you wanted to give me babies!âÂ
âand youâre the one who keeps feeding into my breeding kink, letâs not get it twisted here!â
and all throughout your playful bickering, yuuji stays nestled deep inside of you â keeping you plugged full. of both his cum and his love. Â
ê° end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader
Warnings: mild angst, misogyny, banter, pregnancy, childbirth, oral sex, p in v, fingering, orgasm denial, dry humping, overstimulation, brief lactation kink, breeding kink, manipulation (to get some), some good ol' tying up, slandering of the Gods lol
Author's note: this is the third and final part following And I dream of a grave and A curse for a curse but can be read as a standalone. Just keep in mind that Aemond did not cheat on his wife while in Harrenhal. He used Alys only for her visions.
Word count: 13k. Ye have to suffer for your smut darlin'
MASTERLIST | English is not my first language.
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Her mother had come to Kingâs Landing three days after she gave birth. Peering through the door, the Princess didnât know if the woman was more surprised to finally see a baby safely tucked between her daughterâs arms or to witness that she was still breathing. She had chosen to believe both.
Since she was a little girl, she had been instructed in what was coming, for her and all the girls like her: how to serve men, how to serve the Realm. She knew pregnancy could be a time of great distress, physical and otherwise, and for her, it turned out to be nothing more than that.
She spent the first moons plagued by sickness, glaring at the Maesters who told her that morning sickness was perfectly normal. It would've been, if only it had lasted the hours the sun was at its highest. Instead, she couldnât keep down her breakfast, just like her lunch, or dinner. She had lost weight, she couldnât stand any kind of smell with the risk of rushing to her pot and empty her stomach.
Then, on one fine morning, while she was walking the gardens with two of her maids, she had suddenly bent over, hissing with pain while clutching her maidâs arm, dreading the trickle running down her thighs.
The Maesters said occasional bleedings might happen, that she only needed to rest and take some tonic to strenghten her body. But that day signaled the end of her peace and the beginning of her confinement.
Because clearly, at the first sign of something going wrong, slipping out of his control, Aemond would panic, albeit showing none of it, standing as tall and stoic as ever and somehow more than heâd ever done now that the Conquerorâs Crown weighted on his head. But she knew better. She knew how to look through all his walls. She knew he was scaredâfor her, for the baby, for his sister, for his whole family. It was simply too much for a single person to carry all of that on their shoulders. And it was precisely for that reason that she didnât object to any of his orders. After all, she couldnât. He was the King now, even if he didnât choose to style himself as such.
Thus, her chambers became her prison.
Cobwebs didnât have time to grow because she was quick enough to point them out to the servants. She was aware of the slight drop in the stone tiles just behind the terrace, as of the strategic point where to linger to gain some cool breeze from the sea. She knew the baby liked to sleep upside down in the early afternoon, occasionally kicking hard as he, or she, settled comfortably in her womb.
Aemond had picked some books for her, mostly about history, having her yawning at the third page. She had tried needle work, putting all her good will into it for the sake of doing something, and she had deliberately chosen to believe she was undeniably good at it. But that was a very generous lie.Â
âWhat is that supposed to be exactly?â Aemond asked one day, peeking over her shoulder as he reached her on the terrace.
She didnât look up, keeping her eyes fixed on her embroidery tambour, working the needle in and out. âIsnât it obvious?â
He leaned down until she felt the long silver strands tickling her head and even without turning, she could feel him grimacing. âA bird?â
At that, she had raised her head, reading all the disbelief on his face. âIt is a dragon. For the cradle.â
Aemond had simply furrowed his brow, unable for the life of him to consider what he saw as something even remotely resembling a dragon. But he thought better than to anger his pregnant wife, given her late sour spirit, but especially in light of how fiercely she had started to stick the needle in, likely picturing to stick it into him instead. He had built the most fake pleasant smile he could master and said âVery well. Excellent work, my love.â
âThank you, husband.â
The trouble was that, as time went by, she only became sourer. She grew more and more uncomfortable, too tight in her own skin. Her back hurt, her breasts hurt, and she was starting to believe she was carrying a real dragon, with fangs and all; she had no other explanation for how hot she constantly felt, forced to lie in a thin white chemise all the time, despite the winds carrying the winter.
But maybe there was another reason why her spirits were so low and sour. She had come to learn that pregnancy affected every aspect of her life, including the most pleasant one.
She would grow wet for a kiss. She would close her legs and rub them together upon seeing him rise from the bathtub. She would moan into his mouth if he so much as grazed her nipples with his knuckles. But as she grew bigger and bigger, along with the discomfort, kisses and some intimate brushing were all she would get from him. Aemond had grown distant, not only with his presence, due to all the duties he had to fulfill wearing the Crown, but even when he was there, in their chambers, sleeping next to her, she felt him leagues and leagues away.
âPregnancy is a very hard time for a woman.â The Dowager Queen had said to her âIt is overwhelming to think that you are never alone and yet...somehow you are.â
Sheâd never understood what her good mother meant until she was confined to her chambers, alone with her thoughts and her fears. She didnât expect Aemond to do something, this was womenâs business. And she knew his reluctance to lie with her rested solely on concern and love for her.
No matter how much he craved to take her, he had decided to put his husbandâs rights away for the delicate final moons until the baby was born. He still felt guilty, for Harrenhal, for the witch, for forsaking her only to get drunk on visions and prophecies. Yet, those visions turned out to be true. He had shut that voice in his head and tried to make amends. But they didnât have the time to mend themselves together, to knit all the distrust and suspicions into something good; the baby was coming, and it seemed he or she did nothing but grow them more apart.Â
He saw how tired she was, how some days she couldnât even get out of bed. And how useless he felt when he would catch her crying, like that night when he found her all alone on the terrace at the hour of the owl.
She was sitting on her chaise filled with cushions when Aemond walked around her. Given the state of his white shirt and hair, he had likely just awakened and hadnât found her beside him.
âWhat are you doing out here? You will catch a cold.â
âI cannot sleep.â she had kept her eyes far, on the Black Water Bay, far from him. But he saw them anyway, her reddened eyes.
âYou cannot stay here in your condition.â He said almost tiredly, but when she didnât even blink at his words, he called her name, with the tone he used in the Throne Room.
âAemond, please.â She whispered, turning her head. âIââ she bit her tongue, unwilling to put this on him, but she knew he wouldnât let go until she was safely back in bed. So, she said âI donât want to hear her.â
It took him less than a moment to understand what she meant. Helaena. Helaena who lost a child, who saw her flesh and blood horribly murdered before her eyes. Helaena who couldnât stop wailing in the dead of night.
She had looked at him, seeing that torn thing, broken and raw like a split wound; shame and guilt and rage all at once. Then, he lowered himself onto his knees until he took her cold hands and squeezed them tight. His mouth opened, but she was faster. âDonât say it.â
You cannot keep such a promise, you cannot keep us safe. No matter how many times you say it. But she wouldnât take that solace away from him, not that plainly. The more he said it, the more he seemed to believe it. So be it.
âIs there anything I can do?â he asked, and there was a beautiful, heartbreaking desperation in his hushed voice. âTell me what to do.â
She had built a convincing smile, running her hand through his loose hair and pushing some strands back. âGo back to sleep. Iâm fine.â
Her spirits during the day would slightly improve. And between the Council and some hearings in the Throne Room, he always saved some time to go visit her in their chambers. She didnât seem to enjoy being watched like a toddler, but deep down she cherished his concern. She cherished the way his hands would gently hold her own, or caress her hair, her belly. She found it hard to believe those hands could bestow such reverence and violence at the same time. And even in his absence, he managed to ensure she always had anything she needed. Even blackberries in early autumn.
âMyra, where have you been?â She asked in a late afternoon, when one of her most loyal maids entered her chambers after disappearing for the whole day.
The young girl had an awful look. She seemed exhausted, as if she had walked the entirety of Flea Bottom, twice. âApologies, my Princess. It took me quite a while to find blackberries.â
âSeven Hells, it is only a craving. You did not have to go all the way through Kingâs Landing to find me blackberries.â
"No, I-I ought to.â
The Princess paused, frowning at the young girl. âDid someone else tell you that you ought to?â
âWellâŠyesâŠâ the maid said, sinking her gaze to the floor âThe Kingâuhm Prince Regent.â
She sighed deeply, and with heavy steps, she walked towards the terrace; her maid was immediately at her side to help her. âWhat did he tell you?â the Princess asked as they reached the chair outside.
The girl waited for her to sit, slowly and awkwardly given her big belly; then, a little timidly, she said âHeâŠordered me to go look for blackberries and not toâŠbother coming back if I didnât find them.â
The Princess rolled her eyes in quite an unlady-like manner, âHow in the name of Seven did he know about it?â She asked, grimacing as she desperately tried to find a comfortable position. âI have barely seen him this morning.â
The young maid helped her, fixing some cushions behind her back and whispered âThe White Cloak at the doorâŠI suspect he reports everything to his Grace.â
The notion didnât seem to strike her that much, or maybe she was too tired, too uncomfortable and too hot to comment on the matter, or even scoff at it.
She grabbed a fan from her maidâs hands and unceremoniously shook her shoes off, placing her swollen feet on the cool tiles. Closing her eyes, she basked in that small relief; the floor was cold, the sun was about to set, and the baby was sleeping.
According to the Maesters, her time was close. She was eager to meet this little person but in truth, she just wanted it to end. She hated having no control over her body, her spirits, her marriage. She missed being a wife and being treated as such, not just as the mother of his child. She had come to think that, deep down, any woman felt that way, but they were forced to hide everything behind a joyful smile while sinking to their knees to thank the Mother. Wasnât that the sole purpose of any girl in the world? To bleed on a birthing bed? Wasnât that the way men measured womenâs value?
She swallowed hard as the question spun in her head. Am I finally worthy of you, Aemond?
She wouldnât dare ask him.Â
âWhat is it? Are you unwell?â
She was too lost in her thoughts to even hear his footsteps on the terrace. As her gaze flew up, she read the deep concern on his face, all lumped in the steep furrow between his eyebrows. He mustâve seen her grimacing, thinking she was in some pain. She was, but she was too much of a coward to tell him.
She resumed her fanning, averting her gaze and stretching her legs out further on the floor. âI feel like Iâm boiling.â
âYes, I can see that.â He deadpanned, raking his eye over her disheveled state; sprawled on that chair with her legs slightly open, her white chemise all crumpled and unbuttoned, and a bead of sweat on the forehead, in the crevice of her swollen breasts. He thought the times when a mere look at this woman would make him hard were gone once the novelty of having a wife, someone rightly and thoroughly his, had dissipated. He was wrong.
âIâm well aware of my lack of decency.â She replied, seeing how he was staring, the little inquiring curve in his eyebrow. âIâm afraid I care very little about decency at this moment. Blame it on your son.â
His lips curled up, watching her gather her loose hair with one hand while she kept fanning herself quickly with the other.
âAre you still inclined to believe for certain that itâs a boy?â
âI know itâs a boy. Only men can be this insufferable.â
That little smile on his lips lingered, deepened, and then he moved, going to stand behind her. âLet me.â He said, and took her hair between his hands. She couldnât see what he was doing but got the gist as she felt his deft fingers moving and her neck free to get some air. When he walked around the chaise to sit beside her, she saw that his hair was loose. He had tied her hair with the black lace he always wore to prevent the silver strands from ending up in front of his eye.
She loved to see him like this: hair loose, eyepatch lost somewhere in a drawer, sitting next to her, even without saying a word. The sapphire seemed to match his eye, glowing a soft violet under the setting sun. She felt that familiar lump in her throat, as she stared at him, a restless thing flowing through her whole body, demanding to be released only to be trapped under her teeth, biting down her lower lip, starved and yearning.
âA little bird told me you put a hound on my trail.â she said at one point, shutting her little fan.
Aemond didnât look surprised to acknowledge that she knew. He had actually ventured with himself about how long it would have taken her to realise he was spying on her every move.
âYou are well aware of my duties now.â He said, turning his head to look at her. But not quite. His eye seemed to linger everywhere at once, fleeting, snatching a look here and there, her legs, her sweated neck, her bellyâŠhis own testament, as if she wasnât one already.
You left your mark on her just as she did on you. Those were Alysâ words, at which he had ugly sneered. And she had laughed at the sight, eerily, as someone who owned the truth. Iâm your spoil of war and yet, you speak to me ten paces away. What are you afraid of, Kinslayer? That your skin would burn like brimstone if you touched another woman?
âBesides,â he resumes âany lady would be flattered by her husbandâs genuine concern.â
âYou could flatter me in different ways.â was her prompt answer and she moved incredibly fast, given her impediment, getting close to him until she filled his nostrils. She smelled different since she was pregnant. A thick smell, musky. She tasted differently. Sweeter and somehow sourer. He swallowed at the mere memory. âWe have talked about this.â
âAnd Iâve talked to the Maesters.â
His head spun around, forcing her to stifle a smile at his ever strictly reserved nature.
âThey said thereâs nothing wrong, or remotely dangerous, if weâŠengage in our conjugal duties.â
He tried to ignore her hand, her fingers traveling up his arm like a spiderâs legs. âDid you need the Maesters to learn that?â
âNo, but you do. You hang on their lipsâŠI wish you hung on mine.â
Aemond heard her voice dropping a tone, and dropped his chin down, looking at her hand roving on his chest, shamelessly slipping beneath his dark green doublet, skin to skin. She glided on his planes slowly, making sure to trap one of his nipples in the little hollow between her index and middle.
âI donât need them to know about my private matters.â He said mindlessly, trying to hold a grip on his thoughts.
âSeven Hells. It baffles me to witness how prudish you desperately want to appear while I perfectly know how debauched you really are, to the bone.â
âMy debauchery is confined to these four walls.â
âOh, is it? What about that time on our way to the Grand Sept?â She tilted her head, so she was talking almost in his ear. âDo you remember?â
Her hand on his chest was burning, or was it his own skin? His own flesh simmering wherever she touched him.
âDonât do that.â She whispered when she saw his long legs cross. âLet me see. You have condemned me to do nothing else.â
His eye chased her hand as she grabbed his knee and pushed to uncross his legs, so that she could see, the outline of his cock through the breeches, see how he ached for her. âDo you remember what you did in the wheelhouse?â She asked again, looking at him; the sapphire was the only thing flashing violet now. His eye was pitch black.
âYou put your hand beneath my gownsâŠâ she said and her hand slid up against his thigh âyou grabbed me, harshly.â And she did the same, forcing his mouth open and a shallow breath out of his throat. âAnd you grinnedâŠbecause my garments were soaked.â he closed his eye for a moment, perhaps recalling, or maybe because her hand was moving, palming all his length through the breeches.
âAnd then you slipped your fingers underneathâŠâ and again, she did just so, unbuckling his belt and sinking her hand in. He opened his eye, and basked in what he saw: that sort of silent, desperate plea in the little wrinkle between her eyebrows, in her heaving chest, in the way she was rubbing her legs together.
Thus, just when she was about to grab him, he grabbed her wrist instead and crashed his mouth against hers with a low growling sound. She could do nothing but moan, giving him open room to slip his tongue in and taste every corner, driving his body closer and closer, but not too much as to crush her.
She, on the other hand, felt free, finally, to roam, to rummage. Her hands grabbed and pulled everywhere, at his doublet, the collar, the buttons, the thin white shirt underneath it all, until everything was loose, and she was free to touch him, all the while making the sweetest wanton sounds, close to desperate whines. âPlease, AemondâŠâ she begged freely, holding his face âjust this onceâŠpleaseâŠâ
He shushed her with another harsh kiss and with a free hand, he clutched her white nightgown into his fist, pulling up, enough to stick his arm between her legs. She spread them for him, panting with anticipation, and stopped breathing altogether when he cupped her core with the large palm of his hand. Aemond trapped her lower lip with his teeth, biting softly upon feeling how wet she was, dripping on his fingers, so much that he wished to fall on his knees and wipe it clean with his tongue.
âPleaseâŠâ she breathed, barely rocking her hips to urge him to touch her.
âHush.â he said, and curled his fingers, brushing his fingertips against her centre, gaining a delicious wince from her. âTell me of the wheelhouse.â
She smiled breathlessly, her eyes hungry and heavy, full of lust. âIt was the first time I wore green.â she started to tell. âWe were still betrothed. I wanted to impress you.â
âHmm. You certainly did.â He remarked, watching her closely while rubbing his index pad against her entrance, teasingly, making her squirm. âGo on.â
She felt like burning, her face hot for the sun, the baby, the ache in her lower belly, stirring and coiling. âYou told the White Cloak to take another roundâŠâ she said, breathing with her mouth open. âYou grabbed my waist and forced me on your lap.â
âAnd you pushed me away. Twice.â heâd laughed, flashing a grin that made her willing to shove him away, to pull him closer. âWhat a farse you put on.â he continued, leaving a chaste kiss on her neck that resulted in her writhing some more, pushing her pelvis against his hand. âI had to cover your mouth for your mewling. You were so fucking loud.â
It was then that he finally granted her some mercy, slipping one finger inside her drenched lips, spilling a long gasp from her.
âNo. Not quite.â He observed cruelly and slid another finger, this time gaining a proper loud moan. âThatâs more like it.â
His two fingers started to pump slowly, and yet she was making the lewdest sounds heâd ever spilled from her, arching her back as far as she could, scrunching her face almost in pain and pulling at his collar, twisting, as if he were torturing her instead of giving her pleasure. She made his cock stir painfully, his teeth grind for the ache, for the fact that she was coating his whole hand. âEasy nowâŠâ he warned her, his tone all husky. âYou donât want to come already, do you? âTis the only thing youâll get from me, sweetlingâŠyou better make it last.âÂ
She whined in annoyance, forcing another grin on his ruthless lips, and with that same ruthlessness, he slowed his ministrations, only to cup one of her breasts with his free hand, squeezing softly until the thin, silky fabric slipped down, revealing her pink, swollen nipple. âI must sayâŠIâm relieved you will summon a wet nurseâŠso these will be all mine.â
She had to stifle a breathless laugh at that. âBeing jealous of your child is a bit too much, even for youâŠâ
âOh, my loveâ he crooned, freeing the other breast âI am jealous of the clothes on your skin.â
Wasting no time, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, causing her to arch against him once more, one hand flying down his shoulder, fisting his doublet, twisting it as he swirled his tongue and hummed with delight dripping from his tone, as if he were tasting honey, and the sweetest ever made.
His fingers resumed their frantic rhythm, sinking deep inside and stretching, hitting that special spot that made her sight go black, reduced to a mess of sweat coating every inch of her skin and a string of moans growing hoarse and high-pitched.
âAre you close? Hmm?â he rasped âHow about another? Can you take another for me?â
He slipped a third finger in, causing her to wince and cling to his shoulders with her mouth open in a silent scream. âGood girl.â He praised at the sight. He wished he could savor it for a little longer, he wished to keep doing that again and again, until the sun went down and rose again, until there was nothing but ruin around them.
But she was so close now, he could feel it in her tensed arms around his shoulders, in her clenching walls around his hand, and quite frankly, the ache in his breeches was unbearable, twitching at every moan and squelching sound of his fingers inside her flesh.Â
She came loudly, curling her ankles on the ground and writhing in his hold as if in a delirium. He kept her still, his hand buried inside her, feeling the quick pulsing that rivaled the one in her heart. And he watched her, gasping for air and throwing her head back, utterly spent, hair all sticked to her forehead. In his eye she had never looked this beautiful.
He pulled his fingers out, making her wince slightly, and brought them to her mouth, smearing her spent desire on her own lips, like the final touch to a painting. And then he kissed her, humming at her bittersweet taste. He held her face gently, grabbing her jaw and angling her head to taste her better, eliciting a blissful sigh from the back of her throat that made his hardness throb. As if she had felt that, her hand had slipped between them with purpose, sinking past all his layers and taking hold of him.
She rejoiced in the little whimper he gave her, and started to work her hand up and down, making it impossible for him to kiss her any further, if not for a sloppy and panting mess of spit and teeth.Â
Given the unbearable pressure building past his navel, he knew he wouldnât last long. And she knew that too. But she didnât want to have him this way. Awkwardly, she stood up and spread his legs to make herself some room, but as soon as Aemond, despite the lack of blood in his mind, caught her intentions, he stopped her, grabbing her arms firmly.
âNoâŠâ he croaked. âNot on your knees.â
She couldnât help the little surprise on her face. Aemond had never been this considerate, especially in bed. He could be gentle in his own way, subtly. Little hidden things in the way he would run his fingers through her hair once she had reached her peak, the way he would regain air once heâd spilled inside her, breathing into her neck and running his lips lazily against her skin. But most of the times, he was very diligent, all focused in giving her and himself the pleasure they both craved; he was somehow harsh, ruthless, a mirror of who he was outside the bedroom, possessed by some kind of urgency that would break her in the most beautiful and cruel way and put her back together at once.
But then again, she imagined the promise of his heir living inside her was affecting even one of the most ruthless of men.
She sat down again and watched him stand up, his breath labored and open-mouthed as he looked down at her, working the few laces of his breeches still tied. She didnât need an invitation, an order, a mere tilt of his chin to sit upright and put her hands alongside his snatched waist.
She looked up, and he found himself swallowing hard, cursing silently at the sight of her looking straight into his eye with his cock a breath away from her, all hard and glistening on the tip. Shamefully, he thought that would have done it for him.
A coarse grunt left his lips as soon as she wrapped her mouth around it, teasingly swirling her tongue on the slit without ever averting her gaze from him. He hissed painfully when her lips started to travel along his length, trying with all his might to hold back and not spill into her mouth so soon.
She, on the other hand, seemed eager to watch him come undone, just as he had done to her a few moments earlier. She started to suck him eagerly, like a starved creature, because on all those nights and days when he had taken her apart, learning every inch of her and how to bend it to his will, she had done just the same.
She knew how to make him wince and moan openly, while on her knees on their bedroom floor or on a fucking terrace during a late afternoon, with likely anyone to walk on them at any moment. With the Gods watching.
She didn't care. The Gods didn't care for them anyway. Let them see to whom she fell to her knees.
He couldnât stop looking, how pretty she was like this, swallowing him whole, up to the hilt, hitting her throat with a gagging sound. So lecherous, so holy.
He was so close he had to bite his lip to restrain himself, letting out a string of curses until he felt the pressure growing stronger, and then, he thought, he might as well have it his way.
âStopâŠâ he croaked, grabbing her cheek but delicately, slipping out of her mouth and running his thumb over her sore jaw. She closed her slicked mouth, a drop of spit running down her chin and she looked at him, with such devotion he thought he had nothing to envy the Gods.
âLet meâŠâ he pleaded, wiping her chin clean with his finger. âLet me fuck your mouth, sweetling. Would you?â
A question that needed no answer. Indeed, he wasted no time and grabbed the back of her head, tilting it slightly up for a better angle. He sheathed himself all the way in, gasping deeply at feeling the hot walls of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing.
His fingers curled into her hair, but never in a hurtful way, enough to keep her still as he started to move his hips against her face back and forth, his open mouth quivering as the pleasure began to build where it left off.
âFuckââ he cursed once, and then twice, fucking her mouth faster to chase his peak, pulling ever so slightly at her scalp until he went still altogether, pushed his waist hard against her, and grunted loudly, in a pretty uncharacteristic way, as his cock twitched and spilled down her throat until the last drop.
Panting harshly, he pulled himself out and watched her close her mouth, eyes fixed on him, working her cheeks and making no mystery of the white essence on her tongue before swallowing it, thoroughly.
Aemond let himself fall on that chaise and she watched, she drank that sight: his hair all disheveled and damp with sweat, a shade of pink on his cutting cheekbones as he slowly pulled himself together, breathing through his open mouth while buckling his belt and breeches.
âI think Iâm going to take a bath.â She said at one point, clumsily standing up. He had mumbled something in return, still caught in the throes of what they had done, but before she got back inside, she turned and said âOh, just so you knowâŠall of this was a ploy.â
She smiled cunningly at his frowning. âI never had any cravings. And I knew about the White Cloak at the door since the first day you put him there. You are not as subtle as you think you are, my love.â
A man of few words, but loud actions.
Her pains came during a peaceful afternoon.
In haste, nursemaids began their frantic rounds in and out of the Princessâ rooms like soldiers, carrying hot water and boiled rags. The Dowager Queen abandoned her perch beside Queen Helaena, or what was left of her, and went to assist the Princess. Having borne four children, she had quite a bit of advice to dispense, things she had learned on her own skin, things that any Master would never have told her because oblivious and convinced they knew what happened to a woman's body at such a delicate time based on how deep they had buried their nose in an old dusty tome.
Alicent helped the Princess rise from the bed, clutched her arm firmly and helped her walk. She said it was vital to walk, that it would ease her pain and help the baby come sooner. She told her to squat when the pain hit. She rubbed her back and wiped the sweat off her face as if she were her own daughter. It felt like that. Even though the Princess seemed to face it all with a stiff lip, Alicent could see that she was scared and in terrible pain, that she probably wished for her mother to be there. She had wished the same, no matter how many times she had faced it.
âYour Grace?â The Princess asked after another wave of pain had come and gone.
âYes, child?â
âDo you think your son would forgive me If I said this one is both the first and the last?â
The Queen had smiled at that. âIf the Gods bless you with more children, it will be easier, I can assure you. The first time is always rough. But it shouldnât be long now.â
Well, her good mother turned out to be wrong. Because the pain plagued her for a full night, giving her no peace. At the hour of the nightingale, the nursemaids forced her to bed, and she gladly went. She was exhausted, she could no longer walk without hissing at every step, and by that time she was so used to the pain she no longer whined or anything, only scrunched her face and ground her teeth.
The servants stripped her bare and replaced her sweat-soaked nightgown with a fresh one. They dabbed her face with a wet cloth, but she could barely register anything, floating into unconsciousness only to be brought back to the present as another pain choked her breath.
âPerhaps some Milk of the Poppy?â One of the nurses said at one point.
âNo.â the Maester said. âShe may need to start pushing any moment now. We need her vigil.â
Her heavy-lidded eyes opened, wandering helplessly around the room. Useless research, for she knew he wouldnât be there. She didnât expect him to be. The birthing bed was no place for men, save for the Maesters, although she was starting to doubt their real usefulness when all they could do was pull her nightgown up, take a close look and shake their heads. They might as well let Aemond be there.
She imagined he mustâve been waiting outside, or in the Council, and yet she ached to see him. She closed her eyes and searched for him in her mind, clutching the sheets in her fist as if she could clutch his hand instead. And then she felt someoneâs hand closing around her own, loosening her grip. Alicent, smiling down at her, and holding her hand tight.
It was holding her good motherâs hand that, at the first light of dawn, she gave birth to her child. A boy, healthy and all screeching as soon as he was out of her womb, clad in blood and grease.
Aemond had decided to name the child Aenar, if it was a boy, after the first Targaryen Lord, and she couldnât quite believe her eyes or force her tears back when he was finally admitted to their chambers and took their son in his arms for the first time.Â
Alicent was beaming at the sight, squeezing his arm. âCongratulations, my son.â
But Aemond didnât seem to even register her motherâs words, or presence, utterly enraptured by his little creature. He cast a look at his wife, a secret little look that told her how proud he was of her, how relieving it was for both to have come this far after all that happened, to have this little thing, this little ounce of peace amidst all the chaos of war.
What she didnât know at that time was that Aenar was not exactly a peaceful child.
She had believed there had finally come the time when she could be herself again. But from the earliest days, Aenar proved not to be an easy child to deal with. The newborn cried and cried for hours, plagued by belly aches, and seemingly able to calm down only when in his motherâs arms. They had obviously called on a wet nurse; highborn ladies did not feed their children themselves, let alone a Princess. But Aenar had categorically refused to latch onto his wet nurseâs breasts. Alicent had proposed to summon another one, but as they dawdled and wavered, the Princess felt her heart break into pieces each time she held her little baby in her arms, all red in the face, hungry and in pain, turning his head towards her cleavage, desperate for her milk. Thus, she had put aside ceremonial court and all of that and chose to feed him herself.
But it was a strenuous task. The Maesters had warned her it would be tiring, sleep depriving, but she really had no choice. She had to do it every three hours, sometimes less, because being latched onto her breast seemed the only thing that would prevent the baby from screaming at the top of his lungs all day long. The nursemaid had recommended fennel and chamomile for belly aches. And, instantly, Aemond had ordered an astounding amount of both to be delivered to the Red Keepâs kitchens.
Queen Alicent taught her to hold the baby on his stomach, to rock him, but not too fast. They told her to take several breaks during breastfeeding, to make the baby belch often and prevent air from his belly. In the first week after Aenar was born, her mind was all but a vessel of do this, do that. No, not this way. Donât ever wake the baby when heâs sleeping. Try to sleep when he does. Donât eat spicy dishes.
In the midst of all of this, Aemond turned more and more suffocating in all his well-hidden, self-consuming concern. A handful of white cloaks, the most trusted by Ser Criston, were constantly guarding the door, day and night. He had a secret passageway that led to his rooms walled up, and she could swear he slept with his dagger beneath the pillow. Evidently not at peace with such extreme measures, he had the cradle moved to his side of the bed, within his reach, so that every time she had to wake up because the baby was wailing, she had to walk around the bed and pray that she would not tumble to the floor in the dark.
However, she was at least grateful to have Aemondâs support, for the little he could do. If he wasnât occupied with warfare or hearings, he spent all the time he had with her and their child. And in those moments, no matter how exhausted she was, she would always find the strength to smile at the view when he held their baby, tracing his long fingers over the velvety grizzled skin of Aenarâs small hands; even when heâd speak to him in Valyrian, at which she had frowned at first.
âYou do realise heâs one week old?â
ââTis never too soon.â
âMh. Whatâs next? Bring him to the skies on dragonback?â
âIâll have you know Vhagar is perfectly safe toââ
âOver my dead body.âÂ
He had smiled and stood up, going to place the baby in her arms. Aenar immediately began to fuss, whining and turning his head against her chest. She had started to unbutton her chemise but then stopped, looking up, where Aemond stood still like a sentry, and watching.
She raised an eyebrow. âAm I putting up a show?â
âUsually, you do.â He drawled. âAm I not allowed to watch? It seems my son and I already share a few interests.â
She looked away, smiling, and then she freed her left breast, watching as the baby immediately latched onto it. A moment later, Aemond took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. He stared at her, and she saw that familiar glint his eye.
He trailed his thumb over her lip, barely breaching inside. âSoon?â was all he asked.
âSoon.â Was all she answered.
The soreness and the bleeding were reducing, and she was back in her tight flesh.
But the Gods must have cursed them some more, because that âsoonâ never seemed to become ânowâ.
The sickness didnât seem willing to leave the poor child alone, along with his parents and the entirety of the Red Keep who had to suffer through his heartbreaking cries day and night.
The Princess had started to feel hopeless and guilty, no matter how many times the nursemaids, and even Queen Alicent, told her it was not her fault, that it was natural. No matter how many times she tried to convince herself they were right. Her heart broke any time the baby cried, wriggling desperately in her arms, in Aemondâs, in the cradle. She would end up crying too as she tried to soothe him, caressing his back with her cheek resting on his timidly silver-haired head.
She was working herself up to exhaustion, often falling asleep with the baby still latched onto her breast. It was Aemond who would take the baby to the cradle, it was Aemond who would button her chemise and pull up the blankets.
She hit rock bottom two weeks after Aenarâs birth, when she realised she hadnât bathed in four days. Even Aemond, she could swear, was starting to look a little ragged around the edges. You donât want to be King and take decisions in the middle of a war only to come back to a screaming infant at night.
But then, like a curse lifting, the sickness stopped. Amidst all those days she had stopped counting or even being aware of which was which, Aenar stopped crying. She was ashamed to admit that the first night he slept peacefully in his cradle, she had gone to check on him five times, to see if he was still breathing.Â
She began to gradually return to her former self, able to enjoy motherhood with a more rested mind, at least. Physically, she still felt worn out, given how much time she spent breastfeeding or rocking the baby to sleep. But now she was strong enough to take the baby out, walking the gardens with her maids and smiling proudly as the court ladies stopped to congratulate themselves and say how beautiful her baby was.
By doing this, though, she also became aware that she had lived in a bubble for so long that she had almost forgotten there was a war raging, there were battles being fought across the realm.
Reality hits her one day when Alicent goes to visit her and her grandson, bringing the news of a very important victory near the Honeywine, a large river flowing in the Reach, thanks to Prince Daeron Targaryen who had arrived all victorious on that very morning, riding his blue scaled dragon, Tessarion.
The news stuns her for a moment. She had no idea of it, partly because she had been too caught up with Aenar, but also because Aemond had not told her. Yet her family came from the Reach, they lived there, not very far from the Honeywine; her older brother fought for the Green Army. Still, not a word from Aemond.
Taking advantage of Aenar sleeping and the fact that Alicent offered to watch him, she leaves her chambers and heads for the Council. Thereâs a bustle of lords coming out of the door when she gets there, barely paying her any attention as they hastily babble about armies and supplies and men; always more men to be sent to slaughter.
She stops at the door, widening her eyes at the silver head crossing the threshold, one she hadnât seen in a long time. âPrince Daeron.â
The youngest son of Queen Alicent and late King Viserys was nothing but a boy. But war had taken its toll on him too. He stood like a man, a Prince, and more than anything, a skilled dragon rider.
âPrincess.â He says, tilting his chin down.
She curtsies and sees an immediate gentle smile softening his Valyrian features. âI believe some congratulations are in order.â
âWell, in all fairness, you shall be the most celebrated, my Prince. Iâve just heard of your recent victory.â
His gentle smile lingers, but loses its sparkle. âI must say I much prefer to celebrate lifeâŠrather thanâŠthe death of innocent men and women.â
There canât be objections to such a statement; she just nods and casts a distracted glance inside the Council.
âPleaseâŠâ the Prince says then, making room to let her pass âI wonât keep you away from my brother.â
She turns her head and smiles, tightly. âIâm afraid it is your brother who keeps himself away from me.â
âHeavy is the head that wears the Crown.â
âIndeed.â
The Prince bows to her and leaves.
Closing the door behind her, she glances at Aemond sitting at the head of the table, in the Kingâs chair, with such effortlessness that he seems to have been born exclusively for that purpose.
âI thought I heard you.â he says absent-mindedly, scribbling down a small piece of parchment. She slowly walks to the windows, casting a single furtive glance down, but she canât possibly make out what heâs writing, or to whom.
âHowâsâ"
âAenar is fine.â She cuts him off. âHeâs with your mother, sleeping.â
He stops scribbling, glancing up for a moment. Her voice is tight, cutting. He knows that tone. Itâs the same one she used in Harrenhal, as if he should have fallen to his knees and be grateful for the mere fact that she was speaking to him. But he doesnât have time today to circle around her like a coiling snake, so he goes straight to the point. âIs something the matter?â
âYou didnât tell me of the Honeywine.â She says after a moment, gazing at the Bay.
Aemond sighes, a sign that he was expecting such a question. âYou were looking after our son.â
âAnd?â sheâs quick to rebut, quick to reach him at the table and stare down at him. âYou didnât deem it appropriate to inform me of a battle raging in my family lands?â
âI am your family.â He says, stoically, as if common law, and she has to stifle a bitter laugh. The nerve of him. âThat is a very lovely concept. Strange how it got lost on you in Harrenhal.â
âEnough!â he barks, and the sudden harshness makes the quill pierce through parchment. âI thought Iâd made myself clear.â He warns. âI donât want to hear another word about the witch. Ever.â
She obediently looks down, regretting having said that, but not entirely. Perhaps she has spent so much time beside him that she, too, canât let go of her grudges.
âI did not tell you, for I did not want to upset you.â He says, resuming his collected tone. âYou were worn out by the baby, I didnât want to put more weight on your shoulders.â
She knows heâs sincere. Still, her nod is stiff as she looks away, biting her cheek. She is just so sick of it all. Of being regarded as a cunt to be bred at first and now a weakling nailed to a cradle with an infant sucking the life out of her. She knows sheâs not the first, and she wonât be the last.
Aemond leaves the quill and stands up, circling until heâs close to her. âYour family is fine.â He tells her, lingering behind her. âDaeron spoke to your brother this morning.â
She keeps nodding, keeping her gaze down on the table, all scattered with maps and little dragon-shaped tokens, some black, some green. She frowns, letting warfare soothe her petty spirits. âWhat is this?â
âOur next move. A defense planâŠwhich happens to be an attack plan too.â
âA pincher?â
She turns just in time to see the little surprise on his face. âMy brother talked of nothing else when we were children. He slept with warfare books as pillows.â
âHmm.â He muses, and takes a step closer, slipping his arm around her waist and resting his chin on her collarbone. âShow me.â
She shudders at his sudden proximity, at his breath blowing on her neck. She shudders at anything these days. A hand on her back, his legs fumbling beneath the covers and casually brushing against hers. Sheâs tight as a fiddle string.
âA pincher is nothing else but a decoy.â She explains. âYou let your enemy believe they have you trappedâŠâ and in saying this, she grabs his hand and moves it across the map. âAnd thenâŠat the right momentâŠâ she makes him hold a green token between his fingers and brings it near a little division of black ones âyou strike on both flanks.â And with a swift flick of her wrist, his hand scatters all the black tokens across the table. To do so, she must lean over the table, accidentally brushing her lower back against his bulge. Heâs not hard, yet, but it thrills her to feel the lightning quick effect she has on him.
âHmm. Good. Very good.â He praises next to her ear as she withdraws her hand; his voice is so low it makes her spine shiver. But she keeps herself grounded and asks âWhen will this happen?â
âSoon.â he whispers, placing his hand flat on her stomach. âThereâs another Small Council shortly but Aegon wanted to be present. They went to fetch him.â
âWell, then I shall retire to my chambers. I feel a bit lightheaded from all the thinking.â
He ignores her jab and keeps her still by the arm when she tries to move. Thereâs a little sly smirk pulling at his lips. âI have some time to spare.â
âAnd how do you propose we spend it?â
âEnough with your pantomimes. I can feel your legs squirming.â
Curse him.
He slips the other hand straight into her corset, cupping her breast and humming with delight at how full she is, how it fills his large hand entirely. âAre you wet for me, my love?â
His teeth sink down her lobe, and at the same time, he pinches her nipple between his thumb and index, forcing an indecorous whine out of her. âMy, myâŠâ he laughs darkly, torturing her sensitive skin until he feels something wet on his fingertips, probably milk. âI could make you come just by doing this.â
Powerless, she yields, leaning completely against him, rubbing her lower back for some friction. âWhat if someone enters?â
âWeâll make it quick.â
âBut I donât want it to be quick.â She pants, grabbing his hand on her breast and squeezing; the other crawls behind her back to try to feel him through his breeches.Â
Hissing, when she starts to palm him, he says âThen we let them watch. They get to see how pretty you look when you come on my fingers, or my cock. Which should it be?â
âBoth. Anything.â She answers hastily, pulling at his collar to bring him close enough to kiss him. He hums contentedly when she does, twirling his tongue around hers. It soon gets messy, each of them fighting for dominance, winning and losing in turn, until he spins her around, so he can look at her and with both his hands, he seizes her gowns and pulls up, furiously rummaging through them.
âHow many fucking layers have you on?â
âIâm not pregnant anymore.â she points out, unbuckling his belt.
âPity. Perhaps I should fuck another one into you to keep you in your skimpy robes.â
âDonât you dare, AemondââÂ
âGods be good, brother! That eager to make another one?â
They both startle like little children caught doing something naughty, turning their heads towards the door, where two servants are carrying King Aegon on a chair. Aemond sighs annoyingly, letting go of her gowns as she does with his belt, trying to compose herself.
âMy King.â She says, greeting her good brother with a tight little smile.
Aegonâs appearance has improved since Rookâs Rest, just as the burnings, but he carries with him the smell of Milk of the Poppy and rotting skin everywhere he goes.Â
âGood-sister. What are you doing here? Apart from being ravished by my brother... should you not be breastfeeding?â
Aemond gives him a level stare and then looks at her, hoping she will not take the bait. Aegon and his wife never got along well, to say the least. Things had only escalated with time, to the point that whenever they found themselves in the same room, one of them would wisely leave, his wife most of the times, lest they start to hiss at each other like two cats fighting for territory.
âWhat if I intend to stay and attend the council?â
Aegon giggles, as the servants put down the chair, and after a quick glance below her neck he says âIâm afraid you would be a little distracting. And my brother is not one for sharing.â
Before she can ask what in the Seven he is blabbing about, Aemond takes her arm and makes her turn, shielding her from his brother and the Lords coming through the door.
âYou should retire.â He curtly says.
âAre you taking his side again?â she asks, wriggling her arm to free herself from his hold.
âYouâre leaking.â He informs her, flatly.Â
At that, she frowns and dips her chin down, watching the front of her dress practically soaked in milk. âOh.â
âI shall join you when Iâm done here.â He tells her, and lets her out through the side doors.
Aemond did not join her.
The council lasted until the evening, a recurring thing when Aegon attended. Aemond was stern and concise in his decisions. Aegon liked to laze around, enjoying the wine in his cup, rattling his younger brotherâs nerves. Deep down, she was convinced that Aegon did not really want to attend the Council because really interested in what to do, but only to remind his brother that he was still breathing and that the Conqueror's Crown on Aemond's head was a temporary measure.
But it didnât matter. She would join him for the banquet in honor of Prince Daeron.
She was thrilled to go. It was not a proper feast. Since Helaena had fallen into grief, the atmosphere within the walls of the Keep had become rather austere. But a banquet still meant an occasion for conviviality, and after weeks and weeks spent locked up within four walls, the Princess was eager to spend some time outside her chambers. She had felt like a terrible mother at the mere thought. She loved Aenar, how could she not? But she also loved herself, her family, her marriage, Aemond. Especially Aemond.
Once she had put the baby to sleep, she had ordered her maid to prepare one of her favorite dresses, a green one, and to tie her hair in an elegant braided bun. When she had looked in the mirror, she had almost grunted. The scarce and troubled hours of sleep were all evident in the dark circles under her eyes, but it was nothing a little egg-white couldn't temper.
When she arrived at the banquet, Aemond was already there, standing in his usual soldierly stance, intent on talking to his mother. She approached them from the side, Aemond's blind side precisely, so that when she announced herself, he had to turn his shoulder to look at her. He cast a glance at her hair, ran his eye over her entire figure. She wasnât expecting any kind of sappy words, and certainly not in front of his mother, nor did she desire them. She could feast on that look alone.
Queen Alicent excused herself to give order about the banquet, and they were left alone, while some musicians gathered in a corner of the hall.
âYou said you would join me. I thought they abducted you.â
âMore or less.â
âAh. Yes, I'm sure it must have been so hard for you to listen to the lords snapping like little soldiers at your command.â
âIt pains me to acknowledge how little you know me, when you think I'd rather talk war with those wimps who can't even hold a sword than fuck my wife till dawn.â
âThat was your plan?â
âWe have some unfinished business, donât we? And donât play dumb. Youâre wearing green. Youâre not as subtle as you think you are either.â
âGood. Iâm sick of subtleties. So, are you going to ask me to dance?â
Aemond rolled his eye and gave her a stare that told her heâd preferred to walk barefoot on lava.
âStill not fond of dancing, eh?â
Prince Daeron suddenly appeared between them, with his cheerful manner and his head of silver curls, dressed in dark green just like his older brother. âStrange. You were the only one listening to the lessons when we were children.â
âYes, because you and Aegon acted as court jesters the whole time.â
âIâll have you know, brother, I have refined my dancing skills in Oldtown. SoâŠmay I dance with my good sister?â
Aemond gave him a simple nod, and Daeron bowed to her gallantly, raising his palm up.
She kindly accepted the invitation and placed her hand on his. âDonât sulk too much.â She whispered to her husband before following his brother.
Aemond watched closely as they started to dance, stealing all the attention, and despite that little primitive tug at the sight of his woman dancing with another man, even though that was his brother and there was absolutely nothing malicious in his or her intentions, he was glad to see her like this, spinning and twisting around instead of lying still in the cold with dread eating her alive.
When the dance ended, Daeron escorted the Princess back to Aemond and took his leave. âRemind me again,â she asked as she watched the young Prince leave âHow is it that your brother is still unmarried?â
Aemond sighed deeply and took her arm to escort her to the table. âIâd give you one week before youâd get bored of him.â
While they waited for dinner, the lords and ladies of the court were obviously very eager to hear Prince Daeron. Alicent in the first place, after so much despair, and after being separated from her youngest son for years, seemed to smile with her eyes every time she heard him speak.
âHear, hear!â one of the lords cheered after listening to Prince Daeronâs retelling of the Battle of the Honeywine. âA brave soldier and a brave dragon rider! I propose a toast.â
At once, everybody stood up, raising their glasses. âTo Prince Daeron, to House Targaryen!â
âAnd to House Hightower.â The Prince proudly stated, raising his glass towards his mother.
As they sat back, the Queen ordered the servants to serve the dinner. The table was gradually filled with a great variety of dishes, many of them Prince Daeron's favourites, specifically ordered by his mother to make him feel at home. It had been weeks and weeks since such a banquet had been seen at King's Landing. Prince Daeron seemed very pleased and grateful, as did all those present who watched the rich dishes crowd the table, and lastly, the huge tray of fresh fruit that a servant laid in the middle.
âI canât quite believe my eyes. Blackberries? This far in the season?â said Lady Bracken.
âIâm afraid that is entirely my fault.â The Princess chirped, catching Aemondâs attention from across the table.
âI had a sudden craving, while I was carrying Aenar.â
âI had one too with my first.â Lady Redwyne joined in. âPlums, specifically.â
âDid you find them agreeable, Princess?â
âOh, very much indeed.â She stated, casting an innocent glance around, but lingering for just a moment longer on her husband. âI devoured so manyâŠI still feel the taste on my tongue.â
Devious woman, he thought, fighting back his cursed smirk. He had half a mind to excuse themselves and retire to their chambers, if he managed to endure it all the way and not take her in the middle of a hallway.
She seemed able to read his mind, judging by the way she was looking at him, unfurling a napkin on her lap. He knew her well enough to foresee when she was in a teasing spirit, and he was all in for it.
But then, just when they were about to start eating, her trusted maid came in, going straight to the Princess. âApologies your Grace.â she said to her ear âbut the Princeling is awake.â
Aemond saw the concern instantly widening her eyes and then a shadow passing over her face. âYesâŠâ she said, and stood up talking to all the present. âMy apologies. I must retire.â
âSee?â said Lady Bracken as Aemond watched his wife leave the hall. âThis is why I refused to breastfeed. No matter how my second would screamâŠâ
By the time she had done breastfeeding, her chest hurt so much that the maid had to place some rags soaked in cold water directly on her nipples; the instant relief had made the Princess close her eyes and almost moan. She had planned to go back to the banquet as soon as Aenar had had his fill but as she gained relief by pressing those wet rags to her breasts, she realised her son wouldnât let her get away that easily.
As soon as the maid had taken him, trying to put him to sleep, he had begun to fuss and wriggle, whining in what she knew would soon turn into a high-pitched, deaf inducing crying.
Perhaps heâs cursed too. She had thought exhaustingly, promptly kissing his silver little head.
She gave up on her plan to go back to the banquet and rocked the baby herself, pacing before the windows while whispering sweet soothing words.
As soon as he had dozed off, she put him in his crib and absent-mindedly grabbed a book from Aemond's desk, lazily leafing through it while rocking the cradle with the other hand.
Aemond finds her like this when he opens the door on his way back from the banquet. She looks up from the page and sees him striding purposefully towards her, snatching the little book in her hands and throwing it on the bed.
Sheâs shocked, to say the least. One might say he treats books far better than his subjects.
âWhatââ she tries to say but he takes her hand and pulls, forcing her to stand up and follow his steady gait.
âAemond?â she asks down the corridor, a girlish grin climbing on her lips. âWhere are you taking me?â
He doesnât bother to answer but she doesnât have to wait long to find out. They stop before a door down the corridor opposite to their chambers, Aemond pushes her inside without so much grace and shuts the door behind them.Â
She looks around briefly; the room is warm, the fire in the hearth is lit, as the candles scattered all around. This is all familiar. âThese are my old chambersâŠâ she says with a little frown, turning to him.
âQuite the observer, wife.â He drawls, and takes a few steps. His stride is different now. Slow, contemplating, as his gaze raking over her, as if he in the first place doesnât know why he brought her here and heâs assessing what to do. A war map, and he knows where all the faults lie.
âI thought we could spend some time togetherâ he starts, walking past her to go sit near the fire âAlone.â he adds once he leisurely sits down, crossing his long legs and resting his hands on the armrests. âWhat better place than a vacant room? No one will come looking for us here.â
She tries as hard as she can to stop the little smirk at the corner of her lips; she walks closer, stopping right in front of him, staring down. âThey might hear.âÂ
âHmm. And that is much of a trouble for you, isnât it?â he asks with the most fake genuine tone, taking a cup from the nearby table, and then âYou sucked my cock on a terrace and begged me to fuck you in the Small CouncilâŠI thought I told you to quit your act.â
She smiles openly now, watching the wine pouring in the cup, his eye fixed on the liquid as his eyebrow shots up. âBesides, I know exactly what to do to muffle your noises.â
âYou should be proud of my noises.â
âI am.â He says, taking a sip of wine, his eye piercing through her above the cupâs brim. âBut for once, Aegon is right. Iâm not one for sharing.â
His arm moves to put the wine aside but she takes it, only to feel his hand pulling the cup away from her. âYou cannot drink.â
âFine.â She concedes, leaning on him. âIâll have it my way.â
She holds his face and with her left hand she glides her fingers on the left side of his face, delicately but with purpose, pushing the eyepatch off. And then she kisses him, eagerly, licking his lips and then breaching inside to taste the wine on his tongue, on the roof of his mouth.
She sighs deeply when he locks his tongue with hers, and feels his lips curling.
âDid you hear it?â He says breaking the kiss, breathing into her mouth. âThat one is my favorite.â
âYour favorite what?â She asks mindlessly, chasing his lips but to no use, because he tilts his head back, his cursed smirk ghosting.
âNoise. Itâs a little thingâŠâ he tells her, locking one hand around her neck âin the back of your throat, close to a sigh but not quiteâŠâ his fingers trails against her throat, chasing her swallowing âIt tells me youâre dying to.â
âTo do what?â
âFall on your knees for me. Be a supplicant.â
She grabs the back of his neck, driving his head close and looks down at his arched mouth âYou cannot live without God, can you?â She looks up, her mouth open to breathe âSeven of them seem to have cursed me. I had to find my own.â
His eye widens at that. He looks straight into her eyes, so devoted, so raw. Sheâs right. The Gods would curse her some more if they saw she looks at him the way she should look at the Gods.
âThen do it.â
âWhat?â
âFlatteries donât work on me, sweetling. You should know that.â With his hand on her neck, he slightly pushes her away, making some distance between them. âYou will have to show me.â
âWhat would you have me do?â
His hands let go of her completely, resting on the armchair. The gemstone glints blue, and yet itâs nowhere near the bright cursed thing in his eye. âGet on your knees for me. Now.â
She should be ashamed of the pull in her bones, the muscles willing to move on their own accord and fall to the ground. But why, why does it have to be sin? Why can it not be religion?
When her knees hit the ground, she sees his chest rise, his long fingers spreading flat on the armchair. But her eyes fly back to his face as soon as he speaks, as soon as he commands. âTake off your dress.â
His eye sinks down, watching her hands work the corset, steadily. Itâs the only sound in the room, this tugging, at the dress. But she tugs at his cock too. She tugs between her own legs.
When the dress is nothing but a pool of green on the ground, she goes to pull down her white chemise, but she suddenly stops. Aemond uncrosses his legs and the air hitches in her throat as his hands go straight to his belt, unbuckling it.
He revels in the little lump in her throat. Perhaps later he will let her have what sheâs craving, but not so soon. âGive me your wrists.â
âMyââ
âDonât make me say it again.â
Swallowing, she keeps her eyes on him and raises her hands, like an offering. Aemond takes off his belt and leans forward, enough to take her hands and cross her wrists. She shudders at the sharp tug when he wraps the leather around, tying them tight.
âOn your feet.â
And up she goes, testing her hands briefly but finding soon that she cannot move them, at all.
âCome.â
It takes one swift movement of his leg, bending the knee while the other rests loosely on the ground, for her to get the gist and walk closer, sitting on his knee, sideways.
âNo. Like this.â Quite harshly, he grabs her hips and turns her so that sheâs straddling his thigh. He can hear her little gasp when he pushes his thigh firmly against her core. He can feel her warmth through the fabric, stirring his cock. But he pays it no mind, for now.
âWhat now?â She asks, poised precariously on his thigh.Â
Aemond tilts his head, and he just looks at her. In the spur of a moment, a boyish one that doesnât sit well with how heâs built, he thinks he might be quite contented by merely looking at her. Because sheâs beautiful and mine, mine, mine.
But his hands are burning, they might fray and wither if he doesnât touch her. He unties her hair, running his fingers through them as they fall around her shoulders. The Maiden. The Mother. And yet something better, something worse. Because her eyes are hungry, her mouth is starving for air, for his flesh.
âYou must toil to find God.â He says, and then he grins. A savage thing, full of promise. âBring yourself to come.â
A flash of thrill lights up her face, darkens her eyes and Aemond tilts his head again, biding all the time in the world, for he knows she will.
Tentatively, she pushes her body down, against his thigh, feeling a timid shot of pleasure traveling up from her core, ending in a short, labored breath.
That noise, that might be his second favorite.
Soon, her hips start to move back and forth, each time trying to push herself down as hard as she can, making little breathless cries each time she fails to give herself the friction she needs. She has little balance due to her tied wrists, so she rests her palms on his chest to gain some leverage. And that seems to do the trick.
She tilts her head back, moving faster, doing little jumps on his thigh, panting harshly as sweat lumps on her forehead and pleasure coils in her belly.
Aemond hikes up her chemise, watches her cunt brushing back and forth against his leg, leaving a trail of wetness on the fabric of his breeches. He has to choke down a growl. âGods, youâre soaking meâŠâ
She looks down at him, her cheeks pink, her lips open in a little o. He canât help himself. He sticks two fingers inside and how relishing it is that she waits for no invitation or order. She laps, twirls her tongue around his fingertips, sucks them.
âLook at youâŠâ he croons, taking his fingers out, leaving a trail of saliva down her chin. âBut you canât, can you? Perhaps I should fuck you before a mirror, so you see. You see how pretty you are when youâre desperate for me.â
His hand travels down her neck, tossing her hair back and then grasping the strap of her chemise, pulling it down, revealing her swollen, turgid breast. He leans forward immediately, cupping it in his hand, and takes the nipple into his mouth, crooning contentedly and then some more when he feels her wince and cry out loud.
Her tied wrists writhe in their merciless hold and he stops her, gripping both her hands with one of his own, keeping her still, lapping and sucking at her nipple until he feels something wet and saccharine on his tongue, humming all the better. He grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud, and she cries out again, bucking violently against him, turning sloppy and frenzy as she feels the fall close.
He feels it too, feels her thighs trembling around him, and thatâs when he takes her hips in a tight hold and forces her to stop altogether.
âDid you think I would make it so easy?â he asks spitefully, seeing her dazed expression. Wasting no time, he holds her firmly close to him and stands up. It takes him only two of his long steps to reach the bed and place her above. In a moment of illusive freedom, her tied wrists fly to his breeches, to his evident hardness, but heâs quick to stop her, bringing her arms above her head, keeping them there with a firm hold. âStay still.â
âAemondââ she pleads.
âHush. Spread your legs.â
She obliges, eager for him to do something, anything to stop the aching. Aemond wets his fingers on his tongue and brings them down, breaching inside her with two of them, watching her gasp, arch her back and twist her wrists in his hold, uselessly. âEasyâŠâ he cruelly laughs âI have just started.â
But she hasnât. Sheâs a few steps away from the precipice of her previous denied peak, it would take him so little to push her over the edge. Instead, his torture is so slow that the whole coiling in her belly falls apart and she must climb her peak again.
His two fingers slip in and out ever so easily, their wet sounds echoing through the room, mixed with her panted breaths and his own. He aches for her to touch him, he aches so much that his cock is pulsing, painfully, but this is just too thrilling. Now he knows exactly how she felt in Harrenhal, when she had him chained up to a chaise.
Her hips rock frantically against his hand, trying to speed him, to get there faster. Mumbling nonsense, her legs tense like iron, her cunt clenches and sucks his fingers in like a vice. âYesâŠyes, pleaseâŠAemondâŠplease donât stopââm so closeâŠâ
And just like that, he slips his fingers out; a dark pleasure dances on his candle-lit features as she writhes and whines for the loss of his fingers, swinging her lower back and forth, desperate for the barest friction that would end her misery.
âAemond, pleaseâŠâ she says, and even with only one eye, he canât mistake the tears of frustration at the corners of her eyes.
âWhat, my love?â
âPleaââ sheâs cut off by his hand, pushing his sticky fingers inside to make her clean up her mess.
âWe said enough with subtleties, did we not? Speak. Tell meâŠwhat you need me to do?â
âLet me come pleaseâŠpleaseâŠâ
At that, he finally lets her wrists go, and she almost winces in pain, for the time she had them tensed above her head. He stalls for a moment, unsure, running his eye over her whole body, sweating and feverish, and so beautifully plump because of motherhood. He unbuttons his doublet, and then his shirt, his breeches. He bares himself completely, catching her eyes following his deft hands everywhere, breathing heavily.
He kneels between her legs, spreading them. And itâs embarrassing, really, the way she tumbles as soon as he puts his tongue flat against her drenched folds. If only she cared.
It takes only a couple of twirls of his tongue around her lips, and she comes undone, shaking all over, canting her slit against his face. He helps her ride out her climax, by not stopping at all. Instead, he doubles his efforts like a man possessed, pushing his mouth open against her cunt as if he wished to devour it, sucking harshly until she whimpers hard, choking on a loud sob. âAemondâwaitâI canâtââ
She cannot take more so soon. But heâs utterly deaf to her complaints.
He feasts on her, lapping and dipping his tongue in, parting her folds to go as deep as he can, humming while drinking all of her; his voice reverberates through her flesh, it makes her bones rattle.
His long nose rubs against her bud and he looks up: she trashes about the sheets, cutting herself as the belt leather scratches her skin. She tries to push him away with her tied wrists, to no use. She clamps her legs around his head, in a desperate attempt to chase him away, sobbing for the unbearable stimulation. And yetâŠand yet her hips move on their own whim, bucking with sharp jolts until the wave starts to rise, higher and higher, and she drowns in it, letting go a high-pitched cry, clutching his scalp with both her tied hands, scraping, pushing him against her as she rides her peak against his face. Â
He swallows everything, licking her clean, moaning softly at feeling her pulsing on his tongue.
âEnoughâŠIâAemond you have to stopâŠâ she rasps breathlessly. Â
âWhy?â he asks, finally rising from where he had perched himself; he climbs on her, until he speaks to her face. âI am only making up to you. Wasnât that what you wanted?â
She can smell herself on him, she can see herself, glistening on his mouth, chin, even his cheekbones.
âAnswer me.â His hand grips her jaw âYou said you wanted everything.â
She chokes down a whimper when he leans completely on her, feeling his cock against her cooling flesh, while heâs hot and hard and heavy.
âI will give you more.â He says, brushing a strand of her sweat-soaked hair from her temple. âI will give you another child. Keep you all aching and wet for me while you swell with my child. Do you think I donât know? How you ached for me? Dâyou think I didnât?â he presses himself down, so she can feel it thoroughly, furrowing her brow as her body already answers to his call.
 âI can feel you in our bedâŠâ he keeps rasping ârubbing your legs together. And you know how much that bothers me. Your pleasure is mine to takeâŠand to give.â
Her lips part, gasping roughly. She was so hung on his lips that she hadnât even registered that he had taken hold of himself, bending her knee on his left hip, and guided himself in.
She arches against him while he slowly sheathes himself all the way in, moaning with long-awaited relief. He stays still for a moment, adjusting, but also because he takes her wrists and sets her hands free.
Thrilling as it was, he wants her hands on him, he craves her touch.
He wants her to cling to his shoulders as she always does, digging her nails down.
He wants her to clamp her fingers on the back of his neck, scraping and pulling his hair to keep him close enough to moan into his mouth.
He wants her hands on his back, sliding down, to push him even deeper while rutting inside her.
And she does all of that. She finds God.
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Facts about in-game Yuu (Twisted Wonderland):
NOTES:
This is an ongoing list and will be updated with new information. I'm not caught up w/ chap 6 and I'm not very perceptive. This list is so long because of all the people who commented/sent asks, so thank you Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :] More Yuu facts [ ONE / TWO ] <- not mine
They've been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.
They're forgiving/don't hold any bad blood with the people who've overblotted (at least on the outside).
According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.
They don't like mentioning that they might return to their world (Deuce's Wishing Star vignette).
Many people consider them a "goody-two-shoes" (Leona, Ruggie).
A good listener.
Based on Malleus' interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as he states that he values their opinions.
Loves Grim to hell and back.
It's implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.
They can be snarky and brutally honest when they're pushed into it.
Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.
They're insecure about not having any magic.
They want to be able to help their friends.
Has a sense of self-preservation.
Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).
They've cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks "abandoned & ancient" on the outside.
Crowley doesn't give them more money than "needed".
Silver states that Yuu is good with swords (PE Uniform).
Both Jamil and Silver seem to think that Yuu is somewhat weird/strange.
They don't know much about mushrooms (Floyd's Camp Vargas vignette).
They're very patient.
Used to be afraid of ghosts until they got to Twisted Wonderland.
They adapt to new/difficult situations quickly and calmly.
They don't complain much.
Very much so the silent type.
The audience doesn't really see anyone helping them out with their situation, so I assume they fix most of their problems themselves.
They don't have any memories of the Great Seven before coming to Twisted Wonderland.
Fluctuates between being observant and not noticing really basic stuff.
Doesn't hesitate to say cheesy things.
Keeps calm in harsh situations.
They know how to play a blowing horn (White Rabbit Event).
Good with instruments.
Not a very good singer (NRC Uniform).
It's implied that they have high stamina.
They're interested in horseback riding and wants to play soccer with Sebek (PE Uniform).
They recommend a few books to Sebek, implying that they read in their free time.
They're short in comparison to Floyd (he calls them Shrimpy).
Grim comments that they're shorter than Vil.
Crowley mumbles that Yuu looks effeminate.
They're a bit of a romantic since they seem to often ask about love stories/fairy tales (Epel & Jade chats).
They have a habit of poking, tugging, tickling and just touching people in general. This is proven through the Home Screen character interactions, so their love language seems to be physical touch.
They get scared easily but is bad at scaring others (Halloween voice lines).
Vil notes that their uniform is baggy.
Malleus says that Yuu has gotten better at dancing (Masquerade Event).
It's implied that Yuu is good/decent at cooking since they have to make meals for both themself and Grim every day.
Yuu is decent at basketball (Ace Halloween).
Deuce remarks about a tiny piece of furniture in Ramshackle and asks if it's for Grim, meaning Yuu makes small furniture for him.
They're a good photographer.
Takes part in photography competitions (Rook Port Fest).
It's implied that Yuu carries their ghost camera everywhere because Crowley constantly makes them record events.
It's said that the game cards are actual photos that Yuu took with the ghost camera. [I don't know if this is true but a lot of people have said so]
Most, if not all the characters tell Yuu to hurry up when choosing a class, which suggests that they're indecisive.
Ace, Deuce and Cater tell Yuu to relax during classes or else they'll run out of energy.
Jack says that he got tips from Yuu while he was working in Monstro Lounge, implying that Yuu might've worked in customer service before (Book 3).
According to Grim, they have a hard time saying no to people, but when they absolutely need to-- they're very serious and a bit intimidating. "You're a real sap sometimes, you know that? Then again, when you bare your teeth it's no joke."
While they won't say no to helping others, they prefer to keep to themselves and avoid drama.
Yuu is sometimes a bit distrustful of Ace and thinks he's tricking them if he offers to do anything nice (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
It doesn't take much to make them happy. (Deuce & Idia 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
They became nervous when Riddle invited them to a salon for their birthday. Riddle response saying "I'll be right there with you, and will instruct you in etiquette every step of the way."
They're competitive in class-- at least when it comes to Jack (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
They took chess lessons to try and beat Leona in a match (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
For their birthday, Yuu asks Azul to get something that's supposedly hard for an average collector to acquire.
They're surprised when Kalim gifts them a pop-up card for their birthday.
They own a pair of fingerless gloves (gifted by Epel).
They personally invited Vil over for their birthday party and made sure to have healthy food options for him.
Not very close with Idia.
Owns a glass tumbler that reads 'Happy Birthday!' (gifted by Ortho).
Lilia gives them a CD with his screamo performances.
They were gifted so many presents on their birthday that they had trouble carrying the gifts around. (Malleus 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).
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ATTENTION.
â A/N; They got me y'all. The voices told me to do this I'm telling youuu!!!! Did I do the ripping part in both Sylus' and Rafayel's intentionally? Yes, yes I did. SUE ME!!!
SYNOPSIS; surprising them in lingerie!
FEATURING; Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x fem!reader (l&ds)
TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! sâŹxual intercourse. Teasing. Unprotected intercourse. Dirty talk. mating press(Sylus). blindfolding. pĂŒ$$yjob. (xavier). slightt dumbification(rafayel). cunnilingus. overstim. (Zayne)
WK;4.2k.
⥠SYLUS
"Take a picture, it'll last longer", you tease the white haired man who cranes his neck in your direction, bloody eyes examining your attire.
"I might."
A giggle escapes you in response to Sylus. He can't help but let a sly smirk creep up his lips, scanning your black stilettos up to your red lingerie, the polished red gemstones decorating your cleavage, and adding the cherry on top.
You cage wine-red lips between your teeth as you lift your hand to rest on his naked chest, droplets of water indicating his previous shower, your band of rubies slightly slipping down your tender wrist in the process.
Raising his eyebrows at your action, he watches you raise on the tips of your toes, your hot breath fanning across his neck as you whisper into his ear. "I think I'll go change."
Change? Change now, after you dolled yourself up just for him (quickly, for that matter) whilst he took a shower? Definitely not happening.
He manages to take hold of your arm with a questionable look on his face. "Oh, please", he begins, intrigue causing his silver brows to twitch, "The party's already done? What a shame."
The innocent expression on your face only sparked excitement in him- and his pants, a sly smirk exposing his motive as he takes careful steps to your shared bed until he sits on the edge, dark orbs still asserting dominance even though heâs looking up at your captivating form.
You giggle in response, and he doesn't miss your delicate hands gliding down his exposed chest, finding comfort in the towel wrapped around his waist.
"Do tell," he continues, his intense glare roaming over every part of your body, followed by his hands finding comfort on your rear. "What are the stilettos for?"
Pointing his chin towards your hidden surprise, youâre quick to follow up with a swift movement of your leg, pushing him down his back carefully with your heel before seating your covered pusssy on his growing bulge. as you bite back, "to keep you in check."
A glint of amusement dances across the man's features as he scoffs at your pathetic attempt of dominance, giving a firm squeeze to your behind, earning a yelp from your lips. "Weâll see about that."
Before you can even think of a cheeky retort, he smashes his lips against yours in haste, sighing into your mouth as if it's been a lifetime since he last had a taste of you.
His digits creep around your spine to take hold of the back of your neck, swiftly but carefully pushing you on the king sized bed, your back hitting the cold touch of the silken sheets.
He smashes his lips against yours, swallowing your sounds eagerly, hastily fumbling with your lingerie before a loud rip! Sound echoes through the room.
You let out a gasp in realization, ready to scold the man for his animalistic behavior, tragically failing to do so once he teases your exposed space.
âIâll buy you a new one. Two, even.â He grunts between kisses, digits fumbling to get rid of his towel, grinding your cunt down on his exposed length as if his life depended on it. âHell, Iâll buy the whole store.â
Within a blink of an eye, you already feel his bulky, fat tip nudging at your puckering hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with a low, resonant growl as he swiftly swings your legs over his shoulders.
Whining at his ridiculously bulky head engulfed in your snug hole, you try to close your legs in a desperate attempt to escape the astonishing stretch of his thick length. "Sy, I wanted to- ngh!, W-wanted to be on top."
"Don't be ridiculous, honey", he interrupts before smashing his hips harshly against yours, fully burying his pulsating cock inside your pussy, "You don't mean that", His slender fingers spread your glistering folds apart, in awe at the sight of you swallowing his cock with each push of his hips.
Ecstatic is how to describe your current state, low hanging eyes clouded in the thick mist of pleasure as you watch him ram into you helplessly, your legs danging off his shoulders as he pushes you further and further into a mean mating press.
You can see his tip nudging your lower belly, prominent dent apearing and dissapearing again, causing you to claw at his beefy arm, trying to slow his movement down, only to be smacked away with a scoff.
"Awww, baby. Don't give up just yet. You still got to 'keep me in check', no?" You whine as your orgasm hits you in surprise, letting out a loud cry of his name as your pussy spasms all over his pelvis.
Once you saw that fat grin on his face that you would've loved to slap off his face, you know your fucked. Maybe you even knew that from the start. But,
"There's no backing out now, kitten."
⥠XAVIER
"Can I look?"
"Wait!"
He sighs, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor, trying to adjust to the darkness covering his eyes. How long is this childish game going to take? Why won't you just let him see you?
"C'mon, wanna see you." You chuckle at his whiny plea as you step closer to him, seated on the couch, reaching out to grasp his hand in yours.
"Just be patient. You will." his composer tenses once he feels his fingers grazing the lace material adoring your soft skin and fuck, his dick twitches in his pants in pain as he imagines how you look right now in all of your glory, body decorated in seducing lace. "It's white, you know. Just how you like it."
Strength, that's what he needsâbecause he doesn't know how much longer he can play this game of yours before he might die.
"You won't die, silly." A hue of red adores his face in embarrassment, groaning at your light chuckle once he realizes he just said that out loud.
In light of the moment, he takes the chance and grasps at the flesh of your ass, causing you to gasp. "Please", he begs, his hand pushing you further towards him until he faces your tummy, "I w-want to- need to see you."
A shudder runs down your spine as he places wet kisses all over your exposed skin, an unoccupied hand cupping a feel of your clothed breast, earning a lustful pur from you in return.
You don't miss the sly smirk spread across his face once you push him deeper into the couch, his back hitting the rest in acceptance of defeat.
"I told you to be-"
"Patient, yes. You know I can't stand waiting when it comes to you, love." You sigh, trying your best to retain your sounds by caging your lips between your teeth, and you're thankful that he can't see your contorting expressions from his shameless hands roaming over every inch of your body. Yet.
"It's rude to interrupt someone while they're talking, you know." Your words come out hollow, not even fully reaching his ear, because all he could focus on were your hands freeing his aching cock from its restraint, his tip slightly nudging at your now exposed pussy, laced panties pushed to the side.
At that moment, his head falls back, a frustrated groan roaring from his lungs, a hard grip on your hips as he rocks your body on top of his, your wet folds adoring his shaft in the glistering essence of your sweet nectar, the warmth of your heat causing him to whine, longing to see and feel the full extent of your addicting pussy.
"Y-you're making it hard for me, you know." He notices the slight waver in your voice, and he also notices your hand gliding along the back of his neck, up, up, up until your finger hooks under the blindfold, giving into his endless pleas.
All he can manage to choke out is a gluttonous "F-fuckkk", as he, finally, sees what you've been holding back from him. And sight behold, it's even better than he could've ever imagined.
You can feel his dick twitching between the mold of your folds once you release the blindfold from his face, letting it dangle down at his neck, slightly pulling him closer by it until your lips were inches apart.
As you admire his pussy-drunk gaze, you notice his glossy eyes, kissing away the dried trail of tears running down his cheeks.
His eyes stay glued between your legs as you halt for a moment to align his angered tip at your excited hole, before you snap him out of his trance by firmly gripping at the blindfold.
"Like what you see?", you tease, words falling onto deaf ears as you sink down onto his length, his hands quick to lift you from his cock before harshly slamming you down again, catching you off guard.
"Fuck yeah."
⥠RAFAYEL
"Oh?"
His voice rings in the thick, clouded air, the filled with lust. With the quick movement of his eyes, scanning every inch of your body and the tight lace hugging your figure so deliciously, he can't help but wet his lips.
"Oh." The man's tone is low, seductive even, his hungry eyes devouring your very being. That's a surprise, alright.
This feels like a dream; with each step you take towards him in the massive pool, his head spins and dizziness overcomes his senses.
The water soon reaches your upper body as you begin to swim towards the man, all under a watchful eye.
In an act of malice, you decide to dive underneath the water, out of sight of his predatory gaze. Or, so you thought.
Gaze, not wavering from your silouette, swimming closer and closer to his spot, amused grimace coming to light as you emerge from the dark water, just to poke your head to the surface.
"Careful now." He warns at your greedy touch against his body, fingers hooking under the waistband of his shorts to mess with him, " What? I'm just testing the waters."
He chuckles at that, arms lifting you as you instinctively wrap your legs around his slutty waist. "The waters you're testing are deep, you know."
You smirk at his words, your arms caging him in place as they lock around his neck, eyes gazing into his, radiating pure lust and desire. "Deeper than you fucking me?"
You've done it now.
A flip switches inside him instantly, breath turning ragged while his hands are busy freeing his aching cock, impatiently, ripping your adored bikini, exposing your cunt to the cold pool water.
You protest, whining as he holds the pair of panties up in victory, examining them while balancing you on one strong arm. "Couldn't see shit from afar", he begins, his tongue poking out to lick across his lips.
"Looks wonderful on you, baby. Heavenly, even. But right now, I'd rather see you," releasing the fabric that covered your tits in rapid motion, he throws them behind him without care before resuming, "-naked."
"Sorry, you were saying?", His brought-up innocence, causes your brows to knit in frustration, soon disappearing once he bullies his entire cock deep into you. "Oh yeah, I remember. Something about me fucking you, right?"
The wail that you let out only earns you a twitch of his pulsating cock inside your comforting heat, repeated thrusts of his causing the water to shudder from his crude movements.
Nodding hastily, your nails clamp down on his shoulders - trying to adjust to his rapid movement with your body bouncing up and down up and-
"Hellooo, anyone up there?"
If you could, you would wipe that snarky smirk right off his face, but you couldn't. You couldn't even protest as his hands followed up to your head right after, a light knock against your forehead with his index finger.
"Hm? My girl's turning all dumb when she wanna come, yeah?" Strong arms trap you in a strong hold, his hips rutting into you at a ridiculously fast pace, his hands spreading your ass cheeks apart, nudging your gushy spot repeatedly as you threaten to come undone in his hold.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me you wanna cum, wanna hear my girl say it." he mumbles against your kiss-bitten lips, a slight stutter escaping him at the delicious squeeze of your cock-drunk pussy. "M-hm, 'm so close, soso- oh nghhh!"
Displeased with your answer, he clicks his tongue, his slender fingers threading their way between your legs to squeeze your clit meanly between his fingers. "O-ohhww! Hnghh!"
"Nuh uhhh. Say it and you'll get to cum, silly girl." You spill whine after whine from your lips, legs shaking in sync with the water. "W-wanna cum, need ta' nghhh pleaseee- Oh!"
Incoherent nonsense rushes past your lips, and before you even realize it, you're coming undone in his arms.
Silent cries of his name fly over his head, his whole attention focused on you. From your widened eyes to your mouth hanging open, all the way to the squeeze of your plush walls, begging him to fill you to the brim.
And he does.
At his wits end, his hips stutter into yours with one last pathetic thrust. Fat chunks of white spurted into you, followed by a broken wail from him. "Y-yeahh that's my girl. Take it all. That'sss it."
You crash your lips on his, moans drowning in the hot mess. With your head laid against his heaving chest, eyes scrunched together as you came down from your high.
"C'mon, baby", he snaps you out of your daze, hazy eyes gawking at you. And, oh - you know this look all too well.
Biting your lips in excitement, he hoists you up until his dick slips out of you in quick motion, a slight hiss from him indicating his impatience.
The cold breeze engulfs your bodies as you leave the pool, your arms clinging to his neck in seek of warmth. With his quick feet, he hurries to reach the inside.
"You know we ain't done yet."
⥠ZAYNE
"You should've told me," His breath hitches against your neck, pampering your neck with kisses, hands groping your flesh. "I would've, w-would've got off earlier."
"Where'd be the fun in that?" you tease, trying to hide your smirk, your fingers delicately brushing through his dark strands, and fuck, you could cum by just looking at his lustful expression.
His hair messy and face lost in complete bliss, with his eyes screaming that he's hungry for more. And who could blame him?
Exactly, no one.
"Fuckin' hell", he mutters under his breath as you climb on top of him, laced panties hovering just above his face.
Hell, he'll for sure just might end up there if he doesn't get a taste of you in the next three seconds.
"What are you waiting for, darling?", His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your hips, forcing your hips further down, and he can't believe his eyes. Your juices bleed through the dark lace. You little minx.
Three.
He stops in his tracks at the faint whiff of your juices hitting his nostrils, squeezing your hips so tight that your flesh spills from the gaps of his fingers.
Two.
"Well?", you snap him out of his trance, catching his gaze. Your fingers brush through his strands before firmly gripping them, his lips mere inches away from your leaking hole, "What are you waiting for?"
Fuck that last second.
Shameless and dirty. Two words you'd never expected tohear with your Zayne in a sentence.
It's downright nasty, how his tongue is lapping and sucking your lips through the fabric, teeth teasingly grazing against your clit earning a gasp from you.
"Pull it off, can't wait. I gotta taste you." Zayne is fast, fingers hooking under the fabric to reveal your glistering cunt with a hungry growl, "All of you."
"S-so impatient." Shaky voice betraying yourself as your fingers tangle in his dark roots, offering him the dark blue lace that does a poor job of covering your crotch, thighs twitching in his hold.
"Please, darling", wavering voice whispers against your hidden folds, your sweet nectar reaching his nose once he hooks his finger under the flimsy fabric, pushing it to the side to gawk at your exposed cunt, glistering.
He breathes in, heart rapidly beating in his chest in anticipation, before he stops himself with one deep, threatening growl. "Fuckin' sit."
With that, he firmly grips your hips, smashing you down on his awaiting mouth. The gasp that leaves you only eggs him on, making out with your lips as if it were his last meal.
And it might be, if he continues to push you down further and further, his tongue already pushing past your tight walls, eager to taste more of you.
Humming into your heat as he gazes up at your contorted expressions, the plush of your thighs nearly suffocating him. Not that heâd mind, of course.
âMhm, take it.â His words are muffled against your puffy folds, barely reaching your ears. If you even heard him over the squelching sound of the wet mess beneath you, that is.
Big, beefy hands take a firm hold on your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly in his embrace. Groaning into your heat, he musters up his strength to rock your cunt over his face, ears perking up at your increase in volume.
You feel hot blood rushing through your veins as each breath of air gets heavier and hotter by any minute, his tongue lavishly exploring your tight tunnel.
His keen movement yearns for your release, growing more desperate in his movements. He just can't help himself, really. "Quit, squirmin', " He just barely lifts your hips, his words scrambling against your heat before he resumes to his meal, slightly biting down onto your poor clit in warning.
Your surprised squeal only eggs him on further. Mouth working faster, nastier, downright making out with your cunt shamelessly, even going as far as spelling his name over and over again.
Z-A-Y-N-E-Z-A-Y-N-E-Z-
âIâm s-so- close! Fuck!â As those words leave your mouth, a sudden euphoric wave overtakes you, and you gush all over the man's face, his face shining in your juices as he eagerly slurps up every bit you offer him.
Humming in content, his hand rips against the flesh of your ass, faint paint of red adoring your behind, before his strong arms swiftly throw you onto your back, leaving you in pure bliss from your orgasm.
But before you can notice the switch in position, his mouth is back on your cunt, hands now roaming over your body, making sure to trace the adorable cerulean lace, even going as far as sneaking through your bra to get a feel of your soft chest.
This is so strange, so unlike him- Zayne, the usually chill and composed man, full of self-control and diligence, now rutting his hips against the bed in impatient thrusts, all kinds of mumbles and groans lost between your spread thighs.
"'S too much, just hold on, Zayne!"
The overstimulation catching up to you, a string of electricity running down your spine as you try to escape his firm grip by wiggling, thighs squeezing tightly around his head - anything. But just from his warning glare, you knew it was impossible.
Sure, your legs are just about to give out on you, your poor, abused pussy pulsated non-stop, and you could already see the shining stars threatening to litter your vision.
It's too much, but it also feels all too good, maybe a little too well. With trembling fingers, you reach for his hair, contemplating whether to push him away or pull him impossibly closer. Now it was up to him to choose.
Zayne's resonated voice is already answer enough, face lifting from the cavity of your fluttering heat. His mouth completely covered in your slick, his grin completely catching you off guard.
He's placing a last, sloppy kiss right at the crown of your clit for good measure. Heavy breath brushing against your abandoned clit, causing a shiver to creep up your spine, before he's leaving a trace of wet kisses up your belly, eyes not leaving yours even once.
"You know I can't do that, darling. I'm not even halfway done with you yet."
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Yuu Needs a Hug 2
SUMMARY:Â What their comforting hugs are like when you're feeling sad or under the weather? And how would they behave if you started crying in their arms?
CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)
*Platonic
TAGS:Â Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship
WORD COUNT:Â An average of 370 words per character.
COMMENTS:Â When I feel a little sad and down, I often imagine these things to help me fall asleep. I thought you might like them too. đ
(I don't know why I keep increasing the number of words as I go through the dorms.)
Yuu Needs a Hug 1Â (Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle)
CONTEXT: This is what they would do if they were already in a relationship with you. Except for Ortho, he's more like a cute little brother.
Of course Kalim already hugs you on a daily basis. And in public or private it is completely indifferent to him. His hugs range from casual (as if simply standing next to you wasn't an option) to loving and affectionate.
And it's more towards the latter that he tends to go for when you ask him for a hug. His arms completely wrapped around you, his cheek touching yours. His reassuring smile asking you what you need. "You can ask me for anything! You know that, right? Oh! I know! How about a carpet ride? Do you think that might help?"
Let's face it, he's not the type to cuddling with you while the two of you are lying on a couch resting (Jamil would love that, less work for him) No. He's the type to cuddling with you, yes, but lying on a flying carpet who knows how many meters from the ground. Or maybe lying in the Oasis if you show him that you're afraid of being that high without safety measures.
He will hug you like he never wants to let you go again. He will offer you fruits and other things to snack on, talk to you, etc.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, part of him will panic, but the big brother part of him will stop him from showing it so as not to worry you even more. He will hug you tighter and kiss your forehead and cheeks. âDon't worry, you can cry as much as you need. Everything will be fine in the end, you'll see.â
When your crying calms down or stops, he will take his magic pen and, with his water powers, make a rainbow appear over you. A way for him to try to make you smile again.
Jamil ONLY hugs you in private. He hates being the center of attention and/or showing his feelings in public, especially affection. BUT when he hugs you when the two of you are alone and he can finally rest, his hugs are charmingly peaceful.
He loves to lay with you, wrapping his arms restfully around you. He's always stressed, but with you, he can rest, and his cuddles show that.
He likes both having him lay on top of you with his head on your chest, letting you play with his hair, and having you lay on top of him and him being able to caress your head. He's also not at all shy about giving you kisses, quite the opposite, he likes to be himself with you, even if it means being naturally seductive.
But when you are sad, he will restrict himself to being sensitive and reassuring. He will probably prepare your favorite food or dessert to make you feel better. And, while hugging you, kiss your forehead.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will panic a little (as you are used to seeing when Kalim does something that puts himself at risk) You're the one who's going to have to calm him down first before he can calm you down. â*Sigh* Please don't do this to me.â he'll say with a subtle pout, which might make you smile a little too. He will hug you tighter, something that is extremely rare for him, and let you cry all you need.
When your crying calms down or stops, he'll use his magic pen to bring tissues to you, so he doesn't have to move away from you. And as you wipe your tears, he will pat your head and say: "Whatever is worrying you, I'm sure it will pass."Â in a reassuring, loving voice that only you know.
Vil just doesn't hug you in public because he's a public figure and he prefers not to be the target of gossip, much less involve you in it. He doesn't hide that you're in a relationship, but you know, the less people see about the two of you, the less headaches you'll have. If it weren't for this, he would have no problem showing his affection for you. So he just demonstrates it in private.
However, he is more of a kisser than a hugger. It's more characteristic of him to kiss your cheek, or hold your chin to kiss your lips, than to hug you. Which ends up making these comfort hugs even more special and exclusive.
He'll start hugging you standing up, but if you really want to sit down then he'll let you sit on his lap. This will probably wrinkle his clothes, but he knows his priorities, and you are at the top of his list right now.
Just like him, his hugs are delicate and elegant, but firm enough to convey the feeling of protection and care. One of the arms is always around your waist, while the other is always on the top of your back or on your head, to be close to your face. That way he can caress your cheeks. And he will always plant a kiss on your forehead here and there.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, youâll probably have the reflex to move away so as not to stain his clothes, and apologize. But at that moment you will feel his hand, stopping you from moving away. âDon't be silly.â he will tell you âAnd honestly, it hurts me a little that you think I value my clothes, which can simply be washed, more than you.â And he will encourage you to cry on his shoulder, remaining calm and understanding.
When your crying calms down or stops, he'll get all the tissues he needs and start explaining all the steps of a facial cleansing routine for when you cry. If you ask him how he knows so much about it he will answer you with a smile: "My sweet potato, don't tell me you think I never cry."
In public, Epel likes to hug you as a way of showing off your relationship. But cute, comforting hugs? These are only for when you are alone.
This is one of those moments when you bring out his prideful side. You wanting him to be the person who comforts you when you're sad is a way of showing that you see strength and reliability in him, right? And it makes him proud of himself and happy that you can feel safe with him.
He will be extremely sweet and cute with you. He knows that this is what makes other people, especially you, more calm and comfortable.
He doesn't like hugging you standing up, especially if you're taller than him, even if it's just 1cm. But, the same, or worse, happens if he lets you sit on his lap, so it's most likely that he'll sit next to you. OR if you can and want, he prefers to lie with you with your head on his chest. If you're shorter than him, scratch everything, he'll hug you in any way.
After a while, he will probably get distracted by something else that doesn't stop the two of you from holding each other, like reading a book or studying a little.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he'll panic a little, to the point of asking you what's going on in his dialect that you barely understand. What he needs to know most is if you're crying because of him. He'll be very relieved to know it wasn't him, and will hug you tighter.
When your crying calms down or stops, he will ask you how you are feeling and suggest that you two do something he used to do with his grandmother or his parents when he was also sad and needed to feel better.
Few things are as indifferent to Rook as showing his love for you in public as he does in private (with just a few reservations). So he will hug you whenever you ask, regardless of where you are, so be careful when and where you ask.
Despite everything, it's rare for him to kiss or hug you. It's not that he doesn't like it, quite the contrary, he likes doing these two things so exclusive and special that he ends up keeping them as a "reward" for the two of you.
But this case is an exception to his love game. After all, one of the players is injured.
His comforting hugs are full of love and care, yet gentle despite so much emotional intensity. He will gladly hug you however you wish, standing, sitting on his lap, lying under the shade of a tree or anything else, even if unusual, he will do it with pleasure.
And of course he will use his charming and flattering vocabulary to try to help with your emotional recovery.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you will feel the surprise in his body, and he will hold your face with both hands to gently move you away from his chest and look at your face. If you try to hide your face he will say: âOh non, trickster! Such a display of feelings is beautiful. Such a neglected and hidden beauty. Please allow me to appreciate it for a moment.â he will caress your cheeks with his thumbs âI promise this will only make me love you more and better.â and he will kiss your cheeks, also tasting the saltiness of your tears.*
He is extremely patient and will do nothing but hug and cuddle you until your crying stops completely and/or you are the one who breaks the hug when you feel better.
It's OBVIOUS that Idia doesn't hug you in public. He can barely SHOW UPÂ in public. All your hugs, kisses, flirting, etc. are TOP SECRET!
He loves it when you sit on his lap while he is at the computer, especially when he is playing. You can sit however you want, but what he loves most is when you have your back to the computer, your chest against his, your legs behind the chair and your head lying on his shoulder. Or your chin on his shoulder while you play on your phone. The naturalness and relaxation with which he has you close to him like this is quite reassuring.
1000% chance he created a new chair with a design that both of you are comfortable in that position.
There's a good chance he'll simply respond "Same..." if you mention that you're sad or depressed. If you laugh, he might say "Hey, weren't we supposed to be sad together? Traitor! You literally just did the IRL version of sending a crying emoji while you were actually laughing behind the screen. Like, who does that? What is socially accepted is for you to pretend you are happy when you are sad.â And if this makes you laugh even harder: âStop laughing! It's contagious! Hee hee hee.â
If you happen to be so depressed to the point where you suddenly start crying on his shoulder, he will PaNiC! Heâll immediately let go of the mouse and keyboard and hug you! âWHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!â You'll have to calm him down first before he can "try" to calm you down.
He will completely understand, even if you don't even know why you're crying. But he won't know how to console you and he'll admit it. He will simply hug you, not tighter but more affectionately. And bury his face in your shoulder too, and whisper a muffled: "...Same...".
You'll probably laugh at the same time as you'll be frustrated with him. âIt's true!â heâll say âWhy do you always laugh when I share my sadness with you?!â he says knowing it's not true âWhat do you mean the WAY I say it? ... Weirdo~â he says smiling.
Unfortunately Ortho cannot hug you. At least not how he would like. The flame in his chest can burn you, and the heat exhaust ports too.
The first time he saw you sad and in need of a hug, he was also sad for being unable to hug you and then he had an idea: "Let's ask my brother to make huggable gear!"
âWhat do you want me to do? A teddy bear gear or something?â Idia will say, but then he will realize that if he does it HE will also be able to hug Ortho. âIâm on it!â
If Idia starts working on it, but for some reason he runs out of motivation because he thinks it's boring or a useless gear, Ortho will choose one of the following 2 options: A) convince him to do it because he reeeeeally wants to hug you and his big brother. Or B) He will say that if Idia doesn't do it, whenever you are sad Ortho will force him to be the one to hug you.
"I wouldn't mind that much..." Idia whispers. "What?"Â Ortho asks. "NOTHING, Nothing... Iâll make the gear."
After Gear is ready, whenever you feel sad and need a hug, Ortho will be very happy. "YAY!!! HUG GEAR TIME!!!"Â and will take you to Ignihyde to change gear.
Your comfort hugs will end up being three-way hugs because Idia also wants to hug his little brother. And maybe after a while he'll start hugging you too?
Ortho will also suggest you play with him to cheer you up. That and he also loves playing with you. And suggest other ways to cheer someone up, which he found on the internet.
Malleus has no problem hugging you in public. He just doesn't do it because everyone who cares about him (especially Sebek) says that, in his position, it's better to keep these romantic gestures private. A way to prevent annoying gossip.
He doesn't initiate hugs, but he absolutely loves it when you ask him for them (And they are always the best solution for when he has his "tantrums") Your wish is his command. He's just sorry that he can't hug you with the same strength that he loves you. But with each passing day it seems that he gets better and better at measuring his strength for you.
He loves to hug you in anyway. Even if he has to use his magic to levitate you if you are both standing, due to the great difference in heights. But comfort hugs are special, and whenever you ask for them, he immediately stops whatever he might be doing and sits on a couch so you can sit on his lap and lay your head on his chest or shoulder.
Whatever you ask he will do. âWhat do you need to feel better? Would you like me to create a fireworks show? Make flowers grow and drawing your image in a garden? Order my attendants to create a show to entertain us, and a banquet? ... What? You just want my company?â he will laugh with joy, not only because you ask little of him, but because you simply want him.
All his attention will be on you. He will talk to you, suggest that you have tea together, and kiss your forehead and cheek from time to time.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will look at you on maximum alert! âWhat is wrong, my love? Did I make a mistake? Am I hurting you in some way?â He will loosen the hug out of fear that he might be hugging you too tightly without realizing it.
After you reassuring him by telling that it's not his fault that you're crying and that he's doing everything right, his questions will change to: âIn that case... is it someone else's fault you're crying?â You will hear thunderstorms forming outside. âYou can tell me the name. I will make sure they never disturb you again.â You will have to calm him down again and explain that it is no one's fault.
Only then will he relax a little, hug you again with care and affection and let you cry on his shoulder, while stroking your head. âAnd he will tell you that IF one day someone hurts you, no matter how small the damage may be, you can tell him, okay?â
"Or you can simply mention how close you are to Malleus Draconia and they will run away screaming for forgiveness and mercy." Lilia will say another time.
Malleus won't let go of you until he's completely and absolutely sure that you're okay again. Or not, the truth is that he likes having you like this in his arms. (Just five more minutes~)
Silver is not the type to initiate hugs because he's to oblivious for that. But he always hugs you when you ask, regardless of the reason. You may not even have a reason, you want a hug so it's a hug he delivers.
And he's also not the type to change his behavior towards you depending on whether you're in public or not. He gives you all the hugs you want anyway.
Normally what happens is that you'll ask him for a hug, he'll say "Sure, but is there a reason?" and if you answer that there is none in particular, he will simply smile (that rare smile that only those closest to him know exists) and accept your answer, opening his arms so you can hug him.
If you say you want a hug because you're feeling sad, he'll continue with his natural poker face, but anyone who knows him will know that he's worried, but calm so as not to worry you.
He will hug you any way you want. If you want the two of you to sit down so you can sit on his lap, he will do it. He might even pick you up to do it, and if you ask him why he's taking you to a bench or couch like that, he'll say something like, "Oh, I thought you wanted to sit down because you were feeling tired. Sorry." If you say it's no problem, he'll smile and continue carrying you in his arms until you both sit down.
He'll just hug you like he normally does. Despite his strong arms, he hugs you with care and affection. Having you like this in his arms puts him at ease, to the point of... zzz... where he fell asleep, with his arms without letting go of you.
But if you start crying on his shoulder, he'll sense it! He will wake up faster than any alarm could wake him up. And when he sees you crying, he will immediately ask what happened, and apologize for sleeping when you needed him.
Even if your answer is that you don't know, that will be enough for him. He will hug you again in a surprisingly sweet and delicate way, and somehow, he won't go back to sleep until you feel better. He is now on guard!
In the same way that he only hugs you when you ask, he only lets go of you when you tell him to let you go. If you tell him he "can" stop hugging you, he won't do it until you are absolutely sure that that is what you want.
If Sebek is dating you it's because he adores you as much as he adores Malleus and Lilia. In a different way of course, but if he got to the point of becoming your boyfriend it's because he went through the phase of seeing you as an "inferior human" and somehow you turned a switch in his head that made him start to adore you.
There are times when he still treats you the way he did before, but when you need him, like when you're sad and need a hug, he becomes your servant (practically).
He will treat you like royalty in much the same way he treats Malleus. The difference is that he sees you as someone "weaker" who is incapable of changing the fact that you need his protection and so he ends up being more caring.
He doesn't initiate hugs even if he wants to. First he will flatter you until you want a hug from him, even if it is just to thank you for your compliments. Basically, he only hugs you after you give him your consent.
Just as he has no shame in showing the respect and adoration he has for Malleus and Lilia, he also has no problem showing affection for you in public if you so desire. But there are still certain things he prefers to do when it's just the two of you, like these comforting hugs. He also lets you sit on his lap if you want, but it will take him a long time to get used to it.
Since he has always dedicated himself to his training as a soldier and guard, he is not very good at hugging. You will always feel that he is a little tense due to his lack of experience and you will have to be the one to relax him if you want better hugs.
Even if you suggest that he read a book while you're hugging on the couch, he'll decline it. If you're so sad that you, don't want, but need a hug, it's because you need him, and if you need him, he'll automatically enter his guard mode, which means all his attention will be on you.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, what was once the closest thing to a relaxed hug becomes tense again, and he will panic in his own way, controlling himself so as not to accidentally raise his voice. âWhat happened?! Is there something wrong?! Did I do something wrong!?â You'll have to calm him before he can calm you... or at least try.
If you say that you don't know why you're crying or don't have a specific reason, he'll sigh in frustration and say: âYou can't just start crying out of nowhere! I mean... you can, but... I wasn't trained for this. I don't know what to do.â You explain to him that you don't need anything special, just him, but this may take longer than a simple explanation.
He will guard you in his arms until you are both absolutely sure that you are feeling better.
Of course Lilia already hugs you in public on a daily basis, out of nowhere, and often he is the one initiating the hugs, knowing of course that you also want to receive them.
And of course he knows very well how to give comforting hugs. After all, heâs a loving single father.
Many times you don't even need to ask, he will simply look at your face or posture and offer it. âAw~ You are not using your usual smile. Are you feeling well?â and even if you barely answer he will understand âNo? Does my little thorny flower need a hug~?â
But if you're the one asking for the hug, his eyes will widen in surprise and then he'll break into a huge smile. âAwwww~ But of course I'll give you all the hugs you want! Khe he he. You really can surpass me in cuteness sometimes. How could I say no to you~?â
Even though he likes to give you hugs in public, he knows that these types of hugs are better in private, so you feel more comfortable too.
He gives one of the best if not the best hugs. They are firmly affectionate. At the same time that you feel his arms comfortably wrapping around you with a light loving grip, you also feel that they are strong enough to protect you from anything.
He's more of a hugger than a kisser. At most, he can give you light kisses on the cheek from time to time.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he won't panic at all. He will simply and calmly look at you, tilt your head up by placing his fingers on your chin and ask: âAw~ What's wrong, my thorny flower?â as he wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. âIs this moment too cute to handle? Khe he.â
Regardless of your answer, he will say with a reassuring smile:Â âIt's okay. You can cry on my shoulder all you need. As long as I can glimpse your wonderful smile again.â
After you feel better, he will suggest cooking one of your favorite dishes or desserts to make you feel better. SAVE YOURSELF!
*Don't look at me like that. We all know Rook is weird. I'm just trying to be true to the character.
If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX
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I'll crawl home to her
Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary:Â Tales of Aemond's love for you.
A/N:Â In Ewan's words; the only thing that can beat Aemond is love. If you like this story, you'll like my ongoing series too. ;)
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Aemond loves you behind closed doors.
He loves you with the way his pinky hooks around yours under the tables, during supper and council meetings.
He loves you with subtle looks and barely there smiles across rooms filled with people where he can only see you.
He loves you when he comes back tasting of heartache and guilt, with raindrops or tears staining his cold skin and clothes clinging to his body. When he stumbles into your room whispering sins against your embrace only for you to kiss the words, kiss his cheeks, kiss his scar, kiss the tears away. He clings to your body, your nightgown nearly ripping with his desperation.
But it's alright, because there's only you and him and the soft light of the candles in your room. It's alright because you cradle his head, fingertips burying between wet silver locks. It's alright because you whisper forgiveness into his ears, even if he feels undeserving.
And maybe war is now inevitable, but for a fraction of a moment, Aemond feels entirely at peace.
He loves you when you watch him from afar and notice the stiffness of his shoulders, the tapping of his fingers on the table. And then you'll find an excuse to call his name and get him away from the crowds, asking for some help with something mundane. You lace your fingers together, loose and yet so present. You take a familiar route through a lone hallway, you open the doors to the library hidden away in the confines of the Keep, pull him in, and close it again.
Aemond falls to you, his forehead is leaning against yours, his eye is closed, and he can breathe. You feel like fresh air. He nuzzles his nose to yours before asking for a kiss, it's all timid and bashful, he's not sure how to love yet, all he knows is that he feels it, insistent and warm; all-consuming.
But you hold his cheeks, you guide him, you teach him. Your fingers are in his hair and your soft lips touch the corner of his mouth; all delicate and devoted, Aemond doesn't know what to do with this much love, he might crumble.
His hands are around you, all over, and he's almost afraid to hurt you; even if you promise time and time again that he could never. Aemond sighs against your lips, and it sounds a lot like; "I am yours."
He loves you because there is no need for words with you. When he holds himself back from going to you all dayâbetween planning for a war he's fighting alone and hearing his own mother talk of him as if he were a monsterâthe arrival of the night feels like a reprieve. It's the moment he waits for the most, for he can lay down his armor.
Aemond walks by the garden, picking up a single blue flower. He hides it away as he walks to your chambers, no one needs to knowâeven if everyone already knows anyway. He gives you the blue flower, with pink on his cheeks; he feels like a young boy in loveâperhaps he is.
You kiss him, sweet and soft and tasting like the blueberries you stole from the kitchen earlier. And Aemond could cry, because if he has you, he's not alone.
You're the one who takes off his eyepatch, and then his coat, and his pants, and pulls loose his hairâyou brush your lips over his shoulders when you do it, and he knows no one could love him the way you do. There's nothing sexual about it even if you're the muse of all his desires. He simply lays with you in bed, his head on your chest, and you trace the outlines of his body as you speak about your day. There are goosebumps on his skin, and he loves to hear you speak, about anything and everything, it soothes his troubled soul.
It's quiet, and Aemond falls asleep with the feeling of you braiding his hair. It'll be a little curly in parts when morning comes. He never minds it.
And he loves you with the way he won't be able to speak the three words. But he'll trace and kiss them on your skin every single night. And you understand, because you always say them back.
He loves you because of the way you sometimes hold the tip of his fingers with yours behind your backs.
He loves you with the way he'll threaten death to anyone who looks at you wrong.
He loves you with the way he could burn the whole world and yet not let a single flame touch your skin.
He loves you because you'll kiss his lips even if he tastes of blood and war.
He loves you because you'll hold his pieces together when everyone else is trying to tear him apart.
He loves you because even in the darkest of days, you're always there in the end.
He loves you because even if you exchange nothing but glances when amidst other people, you'll embrace his very soul in private.
He loves you because you wait with bathed breath when he takes Vhagar to the skies, and never think twice about mounting on a horse to gallop towards the woods outside of King's Landing when you spot the dragon's large silhouette bringing him back.
You jump from the white horse, Aemond jumps from Vhagar, and you meet each other in the middle. He holds you close in a needy embrace, as if each minute could be the last. And when you pull back, you don't ask questions or make demands, you simply run your thumbs over his cheekbones and breathe easiness into his skin. The feeling of you is always like coming home.
Amidst a world of war, you're a safe haven.
He loves you because you are the one who taught him what love feels like.
Aemond loves you behind closed doors. Wholly, truly, passionately. And with all of him that no one else is allowed to see.
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The Red Keep hummed with quiet excitement, a rare gentleness settling over the halls as the news spread. The queen had given birth to another child, a girl, and the brothers were brought to see their sister for the first time.
Aegon, stomped ahead, his silver-blond hair a wild mess that matched the glint of mischief in his violet eyes. âI donât see why everyoneâs so fussed,â he grumbled, casting a look over his shoulder at Aemond, who followed more cautiously. âSheâs just a babe. Probably all wrinkly and loud.â
Aemond didnât reply. He wasnât quite sure what to expect. His small hand clutched the edge of his older brotherâs sleeve, his wide eyes taking in every detail as they approached the cradle where their sister lay sleeping. Aegon made a face as they neared. âSee? Sheâs not doing anything interesting.â
Despite his words, Aegon leaned over the cradleâs edge, his annoyance more curious than he let on. Aemond stood on his toes beside him, peering over, almost shyly. Inside the cradle was the tiniest babe theyâd ever seen, her silver hair softer than the finest silk, curling slightly on her tiny head. Her cheeks were pink and round, and she slept peacefully, her breaths soft and steady.
Aegon wrinkled his nose. âSheâs so small.â He reached out and gave her a gentle poke on the cheek. âHey, wake up.â
Aemond gasped softly, his eyes wide. âDonât!â he whispered, though he was just as curious. He glanced back down at her, nervous that Aegon might have hurt her.
The babe stirred, her little nose scrunching up. Aegon watched in surprise as her eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing the same violet eyes that both brothers shared. She blinked up at them, her gaze drifting between Aegonâs smirk and Aemondâs wide-eyed stare. Then, as if recognizing them in some deep, instinctual way, the corners of her tiny mouth curled into a soft, gentle smile.
Both boys froze, their hearts seeming to stop at the same moment. Aegon, who had been ready to declare his sister boring and unimportant, suddenly found himself captivated by that smile. His earlier irritation melted away, replaced with something warm and protective he didnât quite understand. âSheâs⊠sheâs smiling at us,â he whispered, almost in awe.
Aemond, who had been hesitant, felt his heart swell. He reached out a tiny hand, his fingers barely brushing her soft, pudgy one. âSheâs beautiful,â he breathed, his voice filled with wonder.
The babe made a small, contented sound, her tiny hand curling instinctively around Aemondâs finger. Her eyes, so large and innocent, stayed fixed on her brothers, as if already knowing how important they would be in her life. Aegon reached out too, letting her grab his finger with surprising strength. The moment was simple, yet so lovely. The two boys stared down at their sister, completely captivated, forgetting any doubts or teasing words.
Aegon, who had been ready to dismiss her, now felt a fierce surge of love and protectiveness. âI guess⊠I guess sheâs not so bad,â he admitted, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice.
Aemond just nodded, still entranced, his heart swelling with a love he had never felt before. âWeâll take care of her,â he said softly, a promise in his quiet words.
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Flourish
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
summary: Aemond had not been joking when he said they would work on another child after their first was born. Aemond never joked. [ part ii of this work ]
tags: heterosexual sex (m/f), fingering, breeding kink, mentions of past pregnancy, use of High Valyrian, Aemond so in love with his wife that he might fall over.
words: 2K Ao3
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The fire was warm as it crackled in the hearth. Staying off the coming chill of the cooler months settling in upon them.
Aemond stared into the hypnotic flames. His wine from dinner at his left while his wife sat in her twin seat at his right, wrestling with the babe in her arms. âStop fighting little one.â She whispered under her breath at their child. To which Aemond had to scoff quietly as his cheeks raised in a smirk. You might as well tell a bird not to fly, if it was one of his children.
His beloved wife had given him the child he had asked for. A beautiful, strong, silver-haired paragon. With her motherâs eyes instead of his own, but no less the perfect Targaryen jewel. They named her Amena, after much debate of naming her Alyssa or Alysanne after his grandmothers. Truly they had considered it but, in the end, Aemond wanted his children to be their own person for as much as they could. So much of their lives would not be their own; their duties, their battles, their matches. Let them at least have their names.
The princess eventually settled and suckled at her motherâs breast for a time before a nurse came in to take her to the nursery. Though the Keep kept some of the finest wet nurses in all Seven Kingdoms, his wife insisted on giving their child her first & last feedings every day. No exceptions. He knew she would make an excellent mother, even before their child had been born.
The nurse gathered the babe from his wifeâs arms, kneeling down to let her kiss Amenaâs soft crown, before she came over to Aemond and did the same. âSleep well, riñītsos.â He whispered to her, before she was carried away and the two of them were left alone.
His wife sighed heavily once the door closed. Slouching and sliding down into her chair in a very relaxed, but undignified, manner. âSo, what shall we do for the rest of our night husband?â
âI want another child.â
Understandably, his wife was surprised. It was not the response one would often expect to hear when asking how they should spend the evening before bed. Cards. Reading. Surely not perpetuating a dynasty. âDid I not just give you that one?â
Aemond chuckled as she pointed towards the door where the nurse had disappeared through. âYes. You did. But I would like us to have another.â
âReally? And what brought on this sudden change in perspective?â
He doesnât know if he should tell her that it was not a âsuddenâ change in perspective. Since that night they conceived Amena, Aemondâs goal had been to fill his wife and their wing of the castle with children. He just didnât realize how persistent the urge would be once they had one.
âI thought you wanted Amena to have siblings.â
âI do,â she agreed, which was a good start, âbut I did not think you meant now. Perhaps when they are older. I just got my body back.â
His eye roamed over his wifeâs figure. Back nearly to where it had been before and still beautiful, but he would be lying if he said he had not been thoroughly attracted to her those nine months she had been pregnant. Seeing her swell heavy with his child. Watching her body change. Her breasts grow heavy. It almost set Aemond to drool.
âI thought you said you liked being pregnant.â He reminded her, as he stood up and knelt in front of her chair. The heat from the fire on his back almost as hot as his gaze fixed on her.
He knew that pregnancy wasnât easy. Seeing his mother, his sister, and now his own wife go through it, he was aware it was not the tranquil beauty & reverence people made it out to be. But he did not think his wife despised it. She commented often on how she loved carrying their child, even amidst the complaints.
âWell, itâŠwas an experienceâŠI did not hate it.â He could see her waver as he took her hand in his. Good. Aemond did not think of himself as the clever charmer, full of charisma, like his brother was, but he was not without his own Targaryen silver tongue.
âDo you not want to give Amena a brother?â
âIs that what this is about?â Aemond stopped kissing her fingers at the sharp shift in her tone and looked up at her. âYou donât want another child. You want a son?â His silver tongue might not be as polished as he thought.
When she had been pregnant, she had asked him what he was hoping for and Aemond said he did not care. Which had been true. Sons carry a manâs name, but when you have the name âTargaryenâ the point was moot. And, as an avid learner of history, he knew that there were some Targaryen women that carried the name higher & finer than some of the men. If Amena had been male, he would have rejoiced all the same. But clearly now his wife was thinking that maybe he had hoped for a son and been disappointed. That they could try again and âget it rightâ. That was not what he meant.
âNo. I have no more of a wish for a son than daughter. We could have 15 princesses, it would not bother me.â
â15??â His wife repeated with a laugh. Her concern and ire waning quickly. âI am not giving you 15 children, of any variety.â
âBut youâll give me another one, eh?â
Aemond lifted up on his knees. Back to seducing his wife as he leaned in close to her. His lips brushed against hers softly, before they traveled down her jaw to her neck. His wife sighed in his ear. Sinking further into her chair as she tilted her head back. Relaxed and pliable under his touch.
He continued to kiss her while his hands moved to undo the lacings in the front of her evening gown. A sharp gasp came to his ear, followed by a moan, as his cool hands slithered in to touch her breast. They were sensitive and tender. She had told him as much. The newfound weight of them in his hands from what they had been before made him moan as well and a shiver raced down her spine when he pulled the gown down to expose them fully.
âAemondâŠ.â She sighed out as he kissed along the edge of her breast. Imagining another babe of silver at her left since Amena seemed to favor her right.
âLet us to bed, issa jorrÄelagon.â
His wife nodded eagerly and Aemond rolled up to his feet with all the grace his training allowed him, before he offered her his hand. She of course took it, and he pulled her to her feet and against him. Holding her there for a moment to look down at her before he gave her another kiss on the lips and led them to bed.
As they were already in their evening clothes, the matter of getting undressed was easy. Aemond laid his wife on the bed and was quick to catch her arm before it moved to cover herself. She had become shy about her body and being naked in front of him since giving birth. A trend he hoped would pass. He certainly had not given her any indication that he did not still find her desirable. His hard cock stroked against the interior of her thigh, just in case she needed further encouragement.
She moaned quietly as his member brushed against her soft skin, then leaned up to kiss him. Aemond is happy to meet her. Her lips are soft as well. He always thought that. Everything about her was soft in comparison to his hard lines and, well, everything. It was why they were perfect together. Why the world needed more of their two halves in one whole, to make it better & perfect as well.
âOpen for me.â He told his wife as his fingers brushed against her thigh as well to spread them that little bit further to give him entry.
She does, and his fingers slid in to toy with her already damp sex. âSee. You may lie, issa jorrÄelagon, but this part of you cannot. You want me to put another babe in you, donât you?â
âAemondâŠâ Her voice sighed out his name as her head tipped back whilst his fingers pressed in.
âYou want another Targaryen fire in your belly, yes?â
âI just want you inside me, Aemond.â She insisted and he smirked.
âI will be. And I will be every night until we make a new scion, if youâll have me.â His thumb brushed over her clit. Swollen and beaded out as his fingers continue to thrust inside her. His pretty wife bowed her back. Called his name and begged him to enter her. âTell me true, wife.â He whispered in her ear as she was nearly close to crying with want. âDo you want me to fill you up with my seed and plant a new babe in your womb?â
âYes!â She finally admitted. âYes Aemond, I do! I want another babe. To give that to you. I want you to fuck another child into me like you did before! Please, please, give it to me Aemond!â
The prince gripped his wifeâs hair and pulled her in for a hard kiss. A reward for her honesty. As he was doing that, he pulled his fingers from her cunt and lined his cock up to refill it. Sheathing all of him in her warmth in just a single thrust. âHells Aemond!â
He gave her but a moment to adjust before he started thrusting into her. Those beautiful, full breasts of hers bouncing obscenely in front of him. His eye roaming down to her again flat stomach and imagining it full again, before traveling lower to where there sexes meet and watched his cock thrust hard to put a child into her.
âA-A-Aemond!â His wife cried out. Voice stammered by his thrusts. Hands clinging to the bedding as her legs wrapped around him.
âNot going to let me go, are you issa jorrÄelagon.â
âNever.â She told him. With this look in her eyes that shot Aemond right to his soul.
He grabbed hold of her arm and flipped them up while they kissed. Her legs still wrapped around him as she was now seated neatly in his lap as he thrust up. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â The sweet words somehow tainted a little with all the wanton, animal panting between them, but no less meaningful. âNow give me our son.â
Aemond groaned. His back teeth grinding while his wifeâs hips were grinding into his lap. He held her still and flush against him as his cock burst forth deep inside. She moaned sweetly against his ear as he filled her. Not letting go until he was sure every drop was inside his wife, then laid her down on the mattress. âJust the once, husband?â
âDo not tempt me, wife.â Aemond warned her. Both remembering the mad frenzy that had been their first bout to conceive. âDid you really mean it?â He asked when they were settled in bed for just sleep now. âWould you really want a son?â
The conversation earlier had led him to believe that she was not interested in one, but then her remark a moment ago made him question. Although Aemond was not fool enough to believe what a person said in the throws of passion anymore than what a person said when they had imbibed.
âHmmâŠI have no opinion really.â She confessed. Settling into her spot on the bed between her pillow and his chest. âI know that is what everyone hopes for us. More Targaryen sons.â Aemond hummed once. He wouldnât patronize his wife by telling her that that wasnât true. âBut, having one of each wouldnât be so bad.â Aemond looked down at his wife just as she looked up at him. A shared moment between them. âI am not giving you 15 children though.â
Aemond smirked at her quip. âWe shall see, now wonât we.â
*****
riñītsos: little one, little child
issa jorrÄelagon: my love
Amena (origin, Arabic): meaning trustworthy, loyal, protected. [Not a Targaryen name but sounded pretty close, in my opinion]
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Apple Of Their Eye
part one here
PAIRING: Aemond Targayen X sister!reader X Aegon Targayen
CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni), incest between siblings, virgin aemond, possessive behavior, threats, abuse, slut shaming, mentions of forced marriage, voyeurism, kissing, unprotected sex, polygamy, threesome, mating press, hickeys, usage of high valyrian during sex, aggressive aemond, doggystyle, raw filth, hand job, breeding, impregnating, swearing, territorial targaryen brothers, thigh riding, dry humping.
SYNOPSIS: Whispers have a habit of reaching ears, no matter how far and when a whisper about your rendezvous with your brothers reaches your mother, she loses it. Enraged, she strikes you but when your brothers find out, their wrath is enough to burn cities to the ground.
âBrother, someone might see.â Came a soft whimper from you as your brother continued to litter gentle kisses down your jaw, forming an invisible trail to your neck and already had he decided to kiss your collarbones too. It was embarrassing to engage in such actions in the hallways of the Red keep, knowing you were both at your peril.
Aegon didn't care though. He continued kissing you as if he didn't fuck you a few hours ago in the garden. His needs were insatiable and as much as you enjoyed it when your own brother pummeled his cock into your little cunt, you were always worried about getting caught too.
Your brother only let out a soft hum, his large hands moving to grab a handful of your breasts. Your state was disheveled and when you heard footsteps coming near, echoing in the high walls of the hallway, you gave a push to your brother. The expression on Aegonâs face was of complete displeasure as a servant walked passed you two, her gaze lowered but she didn't fail to notice the messed up state of the Princess.
You looked up at Aegon and as he tried to step closer to you, you decided to run off somewhere, with giggles escaping you. The King almost chased after you, but when he was called for a council meeting â he had to solemnly give up the idea of chasing after you and claiming you.
You ran with the assumption that your brother was behind you.
It didn't end well for you as you ended up crashing into someone else. In the arms of another dragon, more ferocious than the one before.
âGoing somewhere, sister?â
Aemondâs soft voice was like fucking sugar to your ears. It was unfathomable how he had to speak once and your cunt would get soaked, especially when he would speak High Valyrian while fucking your mouth.
Unlike Aegon, Aemond still had not fucked you like his older brother. He lacked the time to give you full attention and fulfill your needs, as well as his. But today Aemond had decided to put the realm aside once and give you all his time and attention.
You squeezed your thighs, a feeble attempt to rid yourself of the impending feeling of arousal and need. You smiled at him but the way you looked at him, it was an invitation for him to take you right here in this damn hall, against the Iron Throne. Pupils blown out and plump lips parted, swollen definitely by the hands of Aegon.
Your brother reached to put a strand of silver behind your ear with his glove cladded fingers. âI asked you something, sweet sister and I expect an answer.â
You fucking melted whenever he refer to you as his sweet sister. Before it worked wonders but now, you weren't too sure but you'd grown completely obsessed with your own brothers. Last week the topic of Aemondâs marriage was brought up, same as yours and everyone noticed the sour look on the Princessâ face.
The realmâs delight was pissed, for the first time in awhile.
âI was running from Aegon.â You whispered to him, neck craned up to look at your taller brother.
Aemond smiled. âHe won't be chasing you, sweet sister. He has the council to attend to.â
You let out a sigh. âThings were much better when Father was alive. I had all your and Aegonâs attention but now the realm demands it more.â
Your words made Aemond realize how good their lives were when you were all children, under the care of your father, the King. If only his father hadn't changed his mind on his death bed, if only his mother hadn't forced Aegon on the Iron Throne. It was all too overwhelming to think about, even for someone like Aemond and he brushed it all aside, replacing it with the thoughts of you.
âYou will have all our attention when we win this war, sister. You will be Queen.â His words brought you ease but deep down the fear of something bad happening to both your brothers always tugged at your heartstrings. It lingered, like a threat and even you were not oblivious to the damage that this war will bring.
The chaos, the destruction, the pain.
It was all to real to ignore it.
Aemondâs hand moved to cup your cheek and you smiled, the worry disappearing from your face.
âLet me give you a kiss to ease your worries.â
You were ready for him, lips in a childish pout and Aemond always chuckled at how desperate you seemed for a kiss. It was lost on him why you'd grown this attached to them, to him â a monster he was. Beneath lurked darkness which he knew would one day swim up to the surface and consume your light. He feared that day and he wished for nothing more than to become better, for the sake of his sweet sister.
He had to bend, that's how short you were in comparison to him. The moment his lips met yours, it was a moment of peace but you did not know the chaos it would soon follow.
That single kiss would change the course of house Targaryen. Challenge years worth of tradition, power and would set a new law, abided by both men and Gods.
Butterflies flapped their wings, similar to dragons in your stomach as your brother firmly took your lips into a kiss. His growing need enough to nearly make him lose all control and take you right then and there on the stairs leading to the throne.
Your lids fell shut as you allowed your brother to kiss you, his head tilting and his fingers digging into the cheek he was holding â a testament to his broken self control. Aemond pulled away soon, to restore some dignity in him and you let out a soft breath.
A string of saliva leaving you connected to your brother's lips.
âI will come to your chambers tonight. You must wear a white gown and wait for me.â His command was strong and firm, leaving no room for disagreement.
You were never going to disagree anyway. Pleasing your brothers was all that mattered to you, especially when they had been nothing but kind to you. You nodded your head causing Aemondâs grip across your chin to tighten. âUse your mouth, gevie.â (Beautiful)
You swore you could feel your cunt beginning to grow more soaked each time your brother uttered even a word in High Valyrian. His was the best and even you grew envious of him at times at how dedicated and good he was. To you, Aemond was the epitome of a Targaryen man.
âYes, brother.â You said in a breathless whisper, nodding your head along.
Aemond let out a satisfied hum, his gaze lingering to the way you rubbed your thighs now and then and fixed his posture. He rested his head on top of your head, patting it a few times. âDon't run around now. You will hurt yourself, little girl.â
You watched as your brother left, going into the same direction you had. Probably to head to the council. At times you wished you were a member of the small council too, so you'd be able to look and stare at your brothers all the time. Their youth had brought them unwanted attention and you were not fond of the idea.
Aegon needed a Queen for the realm, Aemond needed alliances for the realm and in order to secure those, he had to marry someone.
It all worked to agitate you.
Fuck the Realm.
You walked to your chambers and upon entering, you called for a servant to bring you the dress Aemond was referring to. It had always been his favorite on you. It was a lengthy dress with large sheer sleeves and a bow was stitched to its front. It was more of a night gown than a proper dress, if wore without small clothes. Your face flushed at the thought of Aemond seeing you in this, practically bare beneath the pellucid fabric of the gown.
A knock caught your attention and then the doors were opened, your motherâs face coming into view.
You smiled as she walked towards you, completely oblivious to the way she seethed at you. âMothââ
The sound of skin colliding with skin reverberated in the room, bouncing off the high walls of your chambers. But what left you astonished was the slap your mother had delivered to your cheek. Pain blossomed along with crimson on the pale canvas as Alicent stared at you in pure anger as well as unmatched disgust.
Her hand moved to grab your arm, fingers digging into the soft skin. âYou dare to lay with your own brothers, not one, but two of them?â
Your gaze flickered across the room, not having the courage to make eye contact with her as tears welled up in your eyes. This was the first time someone had ever treated you this harshly and the person being your own mother terrified you.
You struggled to speak, because you had nothing to say. All you could do was stand still as your mother reprimanded you, spewing out words which tugged at your heartstrings and forced your tears to run down.
âI was not aware I had given birth to a fucking common whore and not a Princess.â You flinched at her harsh tone, her tight searing grip and the way her other hand moved to grab your chin.
It was all too overwhelming for you, your sensitivity failing you here. Tears ran down your face in small streams, hoping that this would end. âPlease motherââ
âNot a word.â Alicent snapped, her anger growing for you even more. It was mostly directed towards her sons, knowing fully well that they were capable of defiling their own sister but she had trust in you. She'd mistaken your love for your brothers as platonic. âBold of you three to engage in such, heinous and obscene actions out in the open. You think I would not find out? The master of whispers is loyal to me!â
Her voice boomed through the room and with every high octave of her voice, you sobbed and flinched.
It was the comfort of your brothers that you craved. To run to them, wither away in their arms and cry your little heart out. Even as a little girl everyone thought twice before reprimanding you, but your mother had laid a hand on you. For the first time ever and it surely left a scar.
âYou will marry Lord Tully, I will see to it.â
Your eyes widened as you shook your head, realizing in that moment that staying away from your brothers was something you could not endure. Born from the same womb, fathered by the same man, you three were almost like triplets attached to the hip of one another.
Being apart from them was a punishment even Gods were not cruel enough to cast upon you.
But your mother was.
With all your courage and strength, you pushed at her shoulders and lifted up your skirt â sprinting out of the door with bare feet. You were in the midst of changing your shoes as they'd grown dirty when your mother blessed you with her presence. You had no idea which brother to run to, absolutely clueless to where they were.
If your mother, a member of the small council was in your chambers that meant the council had been dismissed.
Still with little hope, you slammed open the doors of the room where the meetings took place, only to find it empty. Crestfallen, you ran back into the hallway you came from, running outside hoping to find your other brother training.
Upon running out in the open area, your gaze flit here and there, a blurred one it was from all the hopeless crying you'd done in your despair.
You found the silver long strands of your brother flowing in the air as he moved swiftly against Ser Criston Cole. Your lips breaking into a soft smile as more tears fell, your dirty feet taking you to your brother. Everyone in the area witnessed the disheveled state of the Princess, yet no one dared to say a word about it.
Ser Criston stopped moving, dropping his sword and looking behind Aemondâs shoulder where you stood.
He immediately turned around when amidst the stench of sweat, metal and smoke, he caught a whiff of roses. There you were, trembling as you barely managed to hold your own frame. Aemondâs one eye widened, noticing your situation and the large handprint across your face did not go unnoticed by him.
âWho?â
You sobbed, your small hands reached for his chest as you laid your head against it.
Aemondâs fingers that once gripped the hilt of the sword now loosened, causing it to drop and come in contact with the floor. The whole of the training grounds had grown completely silent, witnessing the scene unfold before them. The prince was fucking pissed, the tremor in his jaw evident to everyone else around him and his aura changing.
He was no more composed.
âWho, Princess?â
You couldn't even speak properly without breaking your words apart. âM-Mother found out, Aemond. She will get me married now. I'm scaredâ I'm scared. I do not wish to leave you and Aegon. I am happy here, with you two. Why must I go? Why mustâmust I marry Lord Tully?â
Aemondâs mind blanked out, only your words lingering in it. He would burn the whole realm down before seeing you get married to someone else other than him, or his brother. You were theirs, their birthright. Aegonâs was the throne, he was second in line â a prince, a future knight maybe but before all that, you were their true birthright, made for them, crafted by the Gods in the same fucking womb they once nestled in.
Even if Aegon was easily manipulated by Alicent â which he doubt would happen as his brother shared the same feelings as he did for you, Aemond would not allow you to be taken from him. He had grown unloved, a boy broken beyond repair and you somehow still saw the good in him. You sought out comfort in a man the whole of Seven Kingdoms feared.
You, out of everyone, believed he too was deserving of love and you went out of your way to prove it.
Before he'd even proven his worth as a Targaryen by claiming Vhagar, you stood by him. When he lost his eye, it was you who was ready to tarnish the reputation of your own nephews as revenge for your brotherâs eye. It was you who went beyond and all for the sake of your brother and most would call you a loyal hound but Aemond saw a beautiful girl that was willing to do anything for him.
His pain had ended â but now his mother, Alicent was going to freshen up old wounds.
He could not allow that to happen.
If you were taken from him, Aemond would mount Vhagar and burn the whole of Kingâs Landing down. He would not stop, he would descend into absolute madness, leaving nothing for his pretender of a half sister to rule. Everything ashes, destroyed and demolished.
The realmâs delight was a soothing gel, an apology from the Gods, a flourishing flower, a lover for Aemond and he would destroy anything and anyone that would intervene between them.
If the conclusion to this dangerous predicament was betraying his own mother, he did not find himself distressed by the idea.
Aemond didn't say anything, instead his hand wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you along with him. Known about Aegonâs whereabouts, he lead you to his chambers and upon entering, he saw the King engaging in a conversation with one of his squires.
âOut.â
The squire hurried, nodding its head and leaving the Kingâs presence at once.
Aemond pulled you along until you both were stood before the King. âLook at her. This is the consequence of your actions, Aegon.â
Aegon stared at you in pure scrutiny and as his purple irises ran over the marks of red fingers and palm imprinted on your cheek, his nostrils flared with anger. Your silver hair a mess, hair sticking out of your braids and your lips wobbled â everytime a fresh of tears sliding down and tainting your face even more.
âWho fucking dared to lay hand on the Princess? Give me their name and I will have their fucking head!â Aegon shouted and your previous rendezvous with your mother lead you to flinch, body leaning into Aemondâs in a desperate endeavor to seek comfort.
Aemondâs jaw tightened. âAlicent Hightower.â
âMother? She wouldn't. Our sister is loved dearly by her.â Aegonâs eyebrows furrowed and Aemond scoffed. âOur sister was loved dearly by her, until she went ahead and broke the fucking rules.â
You sniffled, gaze lowered to the ground. The way your mother had addressed to you as some whore made you feel shame with such intensity, you could not even meet their gazes without bile rising up in your throat. Aegon walked to you, both hands reaching to cup your face. His thumb swiping across the mark in hopes that it would melt within the skin and disappear.
But it stayed behind.
âAegon, she saidâsaid I was worse than a whore. That she'd given birth to a whore instead of a PrâPrincess.â You bursted into a fit of tears and sobs, breaking apart in your brother's hold and Aegon looked at Aemond, a fire similar to his brotherâs awakening in his purple gaze.
They were too eager, to protect you.
To get rid of their mother in this very instant but you needed them, you needed them to comfort you and be there for you.
âListen to me.â Aegon lifted your head up, making you lock eyes with him. âThere is no power in this world that can keep you away from us. Do you understand, my little dove? I will see the whole world burn before letting someone else have you.â
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Aemond wrapped his arms around you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Gods, this was all they wanted. To have you for themselves, all to themselves. Just a simple little thing yet customs, traditions and what fucking not got in between.
It angered them both.
If Aegon the conqueror could take two wives, why couldnât a Princess take two husbands?
Was their house not about securing their bloodline? What better way than wedding the Princess to her two brothers, the King and the Prince. It was the only solution to this mess and both your brothers would see it happen.
âDon't cry,â Aemond whispered against your nape. âI will burn everything down, please. Don't cry anymore.â
You understood what your brother implied with his words and love for him swelled in your chest. Your mere tears affected him to an extent he would commit such a gruesome crime, against his own mother too. You tried to quieten down, sobs turning into soft sniffles as the twitching of your shoulders came to a halt.
âTrust me, my Princess. You must have faith in me.â You nodded at Aegonâs comforting words.
After all he had the bigger play at hand. He was the King, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and had everyone beneath him.
Your small hand reached over to hold Aegonâs face in it, fingers caressing the soft supple skin. âI'm terrified, Aegon. She wishes to wed me to Lord Tully.â
âFucking Riverrun Lord.â Aegon cursed, shaking his head. âI will bring you his head, put it at your fucking feet.â
Aemond hummed at the idea in satisfaction as he could not imagine you being in the presence of another man. Laying in the arms of another, being bred, giving birth to some dark haired children. The image instilled him with repulsion.
âYou belong to us.â Aemond growled in your ear, his bare fingers moving to push your hair aside, revealing your pale neck to him. You whimpered when you felt him press a kiss to your sensitive nape, body tensing up. âEvery inch of you, sweet sister. Your beautiful hair, your soft lips, from your breasts to your little cunt. It belongs to us and it will fucking stay that way, forever. There is no one in the Seven Kingdoms that can stand between us.â
Your back arched, lower half pressing into Aemond while the upper half pushed against Aegon. Breasts flush into Aegonâs chest and ass curved perfectly against Aemondâs bulge. Your tears had dried off by now but your lip still twitched from the ferocity you'd faced.
Before things could escalate further, the door was slammed open and Alicent stood there, her calm expression switching into one of anger as she witnessed the state of you sandwiched between her brothers. The woman lost all calm â taking powerful strides towards you but before she could actually reach you and tear you apart from your brothers, they stood in front of you.
Concealing your small, shivering figure from their mother.
âI will not have you continue this debauchery and ruin the honor of your house!â Alicent shouted and Aegon felt you flinch, your small fingers wrapped around his sleeve. Your other hand doing the same to Aemondâs leather tunic.
Aemond swallowed, to compose himself but Aegon had little to no respect left for his mother anymore. âWhat you call debauchery are actions done by our predecessors. Do you not remember Aegon the conqueror taking two wives, mother?â
Alicentâs eyes widened. âHe was a man, a King! You cannot suggest something as baffling as this.â
âI am not asking, I am telling you.â Aegon spoke, stepping forward.
But his mother was not going to have it. The woman reached for you, pushing past her sons and when her fingers managed to wrap around your frail wrist, she tugged and pain shot through your wrist. Your loud cry acting as an immediate order for your brothers to protect you.
âLet her go!â Aegon stepped forward and so did Aemond, holding his mother's hand as he pulled.
All the commotion only made you cry out even more, the metal from your mother's rings digging into your skin, almost piercing through it and evoking blood. âI will not tolerate this. Do not pull her into your sick desires, she is but a child!â
âShe is a child for us but is old enough to wed Lord Tully? You were always a hypocrite, mother.â Aemond called out, trying to pull his raging mother apart from you without causing you much pain.
You sobbed, trying to somehow squirm your wrist out of your mother's grasp. âYou are hurting me, mother.â
Alicent was too far gone to even consider the fact that she was bringing her own daughter pain. The slap was to reprimand you, how mothers often do their child but by now the metal had slashed through your skin, little droplets staining your mother's hand as well as your wrist.
Aegon glared at the woman. âI am your King and I command you to unhand the Princess or I will have your fucking head.â
That is when Alicentâs grip loosened, her adamance dropping and you were quick to pull out of her hold. Your wrist stung and as you held it, Aemond caught the red peeking beneath your skin. He did not realize when he stepped forward or when his hand found his mother's throat, or when he nearly suffocated her.
It was all too much, and too fast.
âDare hurt her again and I will kill you with my own bare hands.â Aemond threatened â meaning every word with his whole chest and Alicent knew that this son of hers was capable of harming her.
But as was Aegon now, as he too had seen the blood tainting your pale skin.
âYou will send a raven to Lord Tully and you will tell him the Princess will be marrying her brother, The King, to become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.â It was spoken strictly but with an underlining of threat and Alicent could only nod.
Aemond released her and her hand immediately flew to grasp at her throat, dragging out choked and strained breaths.
âAnd then the Queen will have me as her second husband.â Aemond finished with a smug smile.
Alicent shook her head. âThis is beyond unacceptable. The realm will not tolerate it.â
You stood there, lips trembling and eyes swollen as you continuously let out more tears. Your mother shot you a look of pure disgust but deep down she knew that it was not really your fault. Your brothers encouraged this mess, all of it but she didn't know that you too were hopelessly in love with both your brothers.
âWe're the fucking Targaryens. Rulers of the the realm, we write history and make tradition.â Aegon said, proudly as he glanced at his sister with a softened look in his eye. âIf anyone wishes to start a war over the Queen getting fucked by her two brothers, we're more than welcome to engage in it.â
Aegon knew sunfyre and Vhagar alone could clear out the whole of the realm.
Alicent spared you one last glance before turning around, running out of the room. Her state was the same as yours now and you almost felt a sense of pride. Yet the hurt had not subsided. Your own mother harming you like this was something you had never expected.
Once alone with your brothers, Aemond took a hold of your hand, as gently as he could and looked at it. There were droplets of blood everywhere on your wrist and he felt his own boil at the sight. âI shall call for the maester.â
He soon arrived and while he bandaged your wound as you laid on the bed, both brothers at each side, he could not ignore the tension with which the room was elevated. He finished his work as quickly as possible and after giving you a few drops of milk of the poppy, he left the chambers.
Aegon lifted your wrist, bringing it to his lips and you watched as your brother pressed kisses against the bandage. Featherlight and gentle.
âIâI feel bad.â You voiced out your feelings, somewhere feeling at fault for all this mess.
You blamed it on your abundance desire to prove your love for your brothers.
Aemond shifted closer to you, hand in your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. âYou mustn't. You are not at fault, my sister. You're the most sweetest little girl and you deserve all the love in the world.â
Your cheeks bled crimson.
This was the first time ever Aemond had been this open with you, this raw and maybe it was because he almost lost you. He knew better than to be his usual stoic self with the likes of you.
âShe wishes to wed you to someone too, Aemond.â You pouted, looking up at your brother. âI can't share you, I resent the idea of it. It brings me unease and repulses me. I think I might kill whoever you get betrothed to.â
Aemond nearly cooed at how your jealousy was finally pouring out. He exchanged a glance with Aegon who almost seemed proud that his little dove was capable of sounding this strict, but fucking adorable. Gods, they were a lost cause.
âThe only person I will be marrying is you, sweet sister. I belong to you, and forever will.â
It was as if his words had magic and the pout disappeared from your lips, replaced by a honey smile. You moved your other hand and tugged at his sleeve. âDo I still get to wear that white dress for you tonight?â
âYou're hurt, Gevie. I wouldn't waââ
You quickly sat up. âI'm fine! Look at me, I'm perfectly fine. Please Aemond.â
âMay I also know what the fuck is going on here about this white dress?â Came a very irritated question from Aegon as he looked between the two of you.
Your cheeks burned and Aemond decided to explain. âI told her to wear her white dress for me when I will visit her chambers tonight. Before, unexpectedly, this turn of events happened.â
âYou meant to fuck our sister without me?â
Gods, his older brother was as dramatic as they came. Behaving as if he had not claimed you first and multiple times. âYou took her maidenhood and then proceeded to fuck her in the gardens too. Let me have my fill.â
âYou can have all your fill you fucking want, Aemond. I'm fine with just watching.â Aegon suggested and the idea wasn't so bad, only he knew that Aegon would eventually lose all restraint and end up joining them too.
He sighed. âAlright.â
Then he turned to you. âYou okay? Can you go to your chambers and wait for me, hm?â
You quickly nodded your head, sitting up on your knees now. You pushed forward and put all your weight on your palms, leaning in to kiss your brother's lips. You felt your older brother's hand roam over your spine, moving against your head as he pushed your lips deeper against Aemondâs.
âSuck on it, come on.â Aegon encouraged you, recalling the lessons. âExactly how I taught you, little dove.â
You nodded as your cunt produced the essence of your arousal. Your lips puckered up, closing around Aemondâs upper one as you sucked. His hand moved to grab a handful of your breasts and you whimpered into the kiss. It soon ended when both of you pulled apart to inhale some oxygen.
Your cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
âI need you to go now, my sweet sister.â
You hopped off the bed, not before giving Aegon a kiss too but with less intensity and not that he minded. He knew he'd have his fill of yours sooner or later too. For now it was his younger brother's turn to own you, to claim you fully.
Aegonâs stomach churned with anticipation, thinking of Aemond driving his cock into the walls of your tight cunt and he shuddered meanwhile Aemondâs own cock hardened at the sight of you walking out of the chambers, hips swaying here and there.
Both were painfully hard.
âI want to breed her, get her with child.â Aemond suddenly broke the silence and Aegon chuckled. âEven if it is your child, we wouldn't know for sure. Look at us, we look the fucking same.â
âPerhaps,â Aemond agreed. His brother had a very valid point. Two Targaryen men fucking a Targaryen girl â all of them having silver hair and the same features, only a tad bit different.
Aemond stared at the door. âShe has not shown signs as of yet, so I must fuck her over and over again until I know for sure she is with child.â
âAre you that desperate to have your child inside her, or maybe it is the Iron Throne you wish to see your child to ascend.â Aemond groaned, body going slump in the sheets at his brother's words.
It was not his desire, as obvious as it seemed it was.
âYou took her maidenhood, Aegon. I want her to bear my child first.â
Aegon stared at his brother, blinking shortly before breaking into a fit of laughter. He could not believe that his cunning brother cared more about petty emotions such as jealousy than actually using this situation to put his heir on the throne. It was too amusing for him.
âYou are fucking obsessed, brother.â
Nightime fell.
The hour of the bat had settled in, the moon proudly beaming up in the dark sky, dominating it.
You were already dressed in your white dress, awaiting your brothers but the butterflies of anticipation nipped at your stomach for Aemond.
You paced back and forth in the room, the white end of your dress trailing behind you. The doors were soon pushed open and you saw Aemond walk in. His staunter always filling you with excitement, as heat rushed to your face. His sword glued to his hip and you tried peeking behind but to your disappointment, your older brother was nowhere to be found.
It was only Aemond.
âBrother, where is Aegon?â
Aemond stopped in front of you, hands held behind his slim back. âOh, did my sweet sister not wish to see me?â
Your face contorted in confusion and you were quick to shake your head. Hand reaching to grasp around your younger brother's, a frown ceasing your delicate features. âAbsolutely not, Aemond. In fact I have been looking forward to seeing you, my eyes were glued to my door.â
Your confession made him chuckle as he brought his hand up to your face, caressing the skin with the back of his fingers.
âIs that so?â Aemond asked. To you he seemed normal, stoic and devoid of any emotions but on the inside Aemond battled his demons. Restraint was slowly slipping and the Prince wished for nothing more than to fuck you, right here, against the fucking floor if he willed. His desires were often concealed, kept at bay which made him more dangerous than his brother, Aegon.
He'd kept himself pure, untouched for you.
Aegon encouraged him, to indulge in other women. Whores that would keep his lust for his own sister at bay but as usual, Aemond always declined. He knew that his body only yearned for his sister, not some used whore fucked by countless.
His pure â sweet innocent sister.
You nodded your head with a pout forming on your lips. âI missed you. I waited for you ever since I left Aegon's chambers. For a moment I thought you wouldn't come.â
âHow could I not come?â Aemond whispered, breath mingling with yours. âDo you think me cruel enough to make my beautiful sister wait like this?â
With a shake of your head, you covered Aemondâs hand on your cheek with yours. A soft lick of your tongue at your lips made your brother lose the idea of self control, his cold demeanor crumbling apart. His boots tapped aggressively over the floor as he cornered you against the pillar of your bed. Your breath hitched â throat parching as Aemond buried his face in your neck, his nose catching whiff of your scent.
âIksan ribazmoqitta syt ao, mandia.â Aemond murmured and you whimpered at his High Valyrian, feeling his nose trail up your neck and then back down, grazing against your collar bones. (I'm crazy for you, sister)
Your thighs subconsciously pressed together and Aemond noticed it. He licked his own lips as he brought his face up to yours and locked lips with you. You were take aback by the sheer aggression he held, how violet he was being when his large hands began ripping away at the dress. One shoulder ripped while the other in a perfect state. His fingers clasped around your waist, digging into the skin as he moved his mouth skilfully against yours.
All that you had learned, was now slowly disappearing from your mind as your brother dominated your mouth like a savage. You gasped when he pushed open your thighs with his knee, settling it between them. Aemond took your gasp as a chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth and the moment he did, you reached heaven. His rigid tongue battled with yours, wrapping around it and sucking on it eagerly like a babe sucking milk from its motherâs teats.
âAeââ
You tried parting from him but he didn't allow it. Simply, he sat down on the bed and pulled you onto his thigh. Everytime Aemond would bounce up his thigh, a whine would escape your lips feeling the rigidity of skin deliver sensations to your sweet pearl. Your hands moved to his shoulders, laying as you tried to hold yourself together.
âTonight I get to be the one inside your cunt, sweet sister.â Aemond growled, his chest rumbling with unlaced desires. âYour little cunt will be the first I would ever fuck.â
Your eyes widened. Confusion clouding your features as you'd assumed your brothers has already done this before. Aegon had â so why did Aemond hesitate? Before you could question him, your lips fell apart and desperate whimpers orchestrated.
âI-I will be your first?â You somehow managed and Aemond nodded, bouncing you on his thigh.
He was fucking hard, his cock stirring in his breeches. âYes, my Princess. I made a promise that is it only your cunt I shall drive my cock in.â
You whimpered. âOh, Aemond.â
Your brother had lost every bit of restraint and had been tipped over the edge. Aemond pushed you off him onto the bed and watched with his one eye as your small body bounced off the mattress, an expression of shock adorning your features. He wasn't going to be as soft as Aegon â he knew that deep down and he was going to make sure that you knew it too.
Jealousy that Aegon had you first riled him up.
Aemond stared at you, dress ripped and hair a beautiful mess, silky strands laying over your shoulders. Your dress ripped in places, shreds of it missing. He swallowed, hands unbuckling his belt and tossing his heavy sword aside, followed by the removal of his gloves and clothes. You stared at your brother in pure awe as he finally stood before you in all his glory.
Aemond was taller, leaner, sharper.
His muscles taut and standing out from the rest of him.
He crawled towards you, like a dangerous animal and in this moment Aemond almost resembled Vhagar. How he stalked closer to you, instilling fear within you as your brother reached for your ankle and clasped his fingers around it, tugging on it and pulling you closer to him.
âOpen your legs.â It was a command, that was proven. âBe a good little girl and show me your sweet cunt."
You obliged, thighs parting open and the cold air brushing against your soaked cunt caused heat and chills to take over. Aemond let out a groan at the sight. How sweetly you parted your legs and how your pink pussy peeked back at him â glistening from your creamy arousal. It enticed him like nothing else, sending hot blood rushing down into the veins of his cock.
âDo you grow this wet each time I speak a word in High Valyrian?â He asked with a soft scoff, embarrassing you furthermore. Your hands had fisted at your chest as you slowly dragged your head up and down. Aemond had the most beautiful High Valyrian you'd ever heard and it would be a lie to say it did not work to entice you.
It was alluring.
Aemond didn't waste time getting on top of of you, holding his cock as he aligned it along your hole.
His ache to be inside you was something he tried to suppress since the past few days but he failed. Every time taking the company of his own hand, using it to bring him relief and imagining it to be his sister's cunt. He was a depraved man, worse than Aegon.
âAemond,â you whimpered when your brother pushed past your folds, his thick cock head stretching you beyond your limits. It proved that it was thicker than Aegon's, more longer and your back rose up from the mattress.
Aemond rested his weight on one bent elbow by the side of your face while his other grabbed your chin, fingers dimpling in your cheeks. âLook at me. Look at me while I fuck you, sweet sister. Fucking look at me.â
Though his words were full of aggression, his voice was soft like the clouds. Everything about him was rough, with sharp edges but his voice. It was gentle and it drove you fucking insane. Growing drunk on it everytime you listened.
Your stomach twisted as Aemond buried himself inside you to the hilt with one single push. It sent your body forward and your eyes rolled into the darkness based at the back of your skull. Tears fell as your wet walls sucked in your brother's cock, wrapped tightly around and Aemond groaned â thighs shuddering. It was his first time and Aemond realized it was worth the wait. It was worth turning down the whores, declining their offers or looking down upon them. It was all fucking worth it and your brother had finally found solace from the war in your delicious cunt.
âGods,â Aemond almost whined like a child at how good you felt, fitting his cock perfectly like you were made for him. âYou were so worth the wait, sister. If it is to fuck you, to put a babe in you, to breed you, I would wait a hundred years more.â
His hands shifted to grab your thighs, pushing them up. Your legs went up in the air and your eyes slammed open, widening at the brazen position your brother had contorted your body in. Aemond pushed more and eventually your thighs met your breasts as he began to pound his cock into you, watching how it slipped in and out of your gummy walls â the sound of flesh meeting flesh sending him over the edge.
Your stomach was taut and with a new, strong thrust you felt your brother's cock prod at the skin of your stomach, a newfound pleasure dominated your body. Aemond had not only found your sweet spot but also tore through all barriers, reaching your womb.
âAemond, my brother. Brotherâ oh please!â
The aforementionedâs pace only picked up upon hearing you address to him as yours. It was enough to make him go fucking insane as he pummeled his cock deeper inside you, watching the bulge form on your stomach with a frustrated expression. All the pent up tension from war, training endlessly for hours and anger towards his enemies was slowly pouring out.
Aemond knew that he would break you. He wholly possessed the power for it.
âGevie riña, ñuha gevie riñītsos.â Aemond moaned, his silky hair caressing your face, softly. âKesan dÄ«nagon iÄ rĆ«s isse ao.â Your pussyâs endeavor to suck your brother in did not go unnoticed by him. You were truly a sight as your cunt throbbed around Aemondâs cock when he'd spoken High Valyrian. It left you in a complete daze, your own desires pooling in your stomach.(Beautiful girl, my beautiful little girl. I won't stop until you're with child)
A hoarse chuckle escaped Aemond. âIt arouses you, my sweet sister? Listening to your brother speak High Valyrian? I can feel your little cunt trying to swallow me whole.â
Heat rushed beneath your cheeks as you nodded your head, fingernails dragging down against his biceps, evoking streams of blood.
Both of you were so occupied with one another, no one noticed Aegon entering your chambers or walking towards the two of you, or when he took a seat on a chair facing the bed. You cried out, tears continuously sliding down as Aemondâs rapid thrusts made him pant like an animal in heat.
âCareful now, you'll break the poor girl.â Aegon interrupted his brother's debauchery.
Aemondâs hips came to a halt, but his cock was still sunken inside you. He glared at his brother, the sapphire dancing in his empty eye socket. A sight he'd entrusted few people with.
âContinue.â was all Aegon said, slumping back into his seat.
He watched with a lustful gaze as his younger brother continued to drill his cock into your cunt, squelching sounds filling the air in the room. You were a sobbing mess and Aegon acknowledged that his brother was the beast amongst them both. With how relentless Aemond seemed, growing impatient second by second.
He soon switched positions, flipping you on your stomach like a rag doll and pulling you up by your frail arms against his broad, well-built chest. His cock was still inside you and as Aemond held you over it, he brought his lips to your ear.
âHop now, sweet sister. Give our older brother a show.â All you could do was sniffle, tears blurring your vision as you started to lift your ass up. You somehow made a rhythm, bouncing up and down on Aemondâs cock while he put his weight on his palms forced into the mattress.
Your back glistened with sweat and oils â pale skin a replica of the moon. Even compared to the moon, you were somehow the most prettiest. Your hair got in your face, hovering as you grinded on your brother's cock.
Heat emanated from your petite figure whilst your parted drool covered lips let out the most delicious little sounds.
Aemond glanced at Aegon and found him already with his cock in his hand. Erect with precum leaking from his tip. He stroked himself while watching you ride his brother like your life depended on it. The dedication your face was riddled with made him breathless.
âShe's so obedient.â Aemond grunted as you pushed down on his cock. âIt almost makes me want to devour her whole.â
Aegon nodded in agreement, eyebrows closed in together as the movement of his hand fastened.
Aemond reached for your arms, pulling you against his chest and taking the lead. He thrusted up, his hips finding a rhythm to work with as his grip tightened on your skin. You whined, head thrown over his shoulder as Aemond felt his peak dance around him.
âInvite Aegon in.â He whispered against your ear. âBe a good sister and help him.â
You turned to Aegon, your cunt tightening around Aemond at the sight of your brother this disheveled and out of breath.
You turned to Aegon, your cunt tightening around Aemond at the sight of your brother this disheveled and out of breath.
âA-Aegon, please come here.âYou whimpered, patting the bed and Aegon rose up from the chair, shifting on the bed and sitting in front of you. You reached for his cock, wrapping your hand around it. Slick covered your hand as you moved it up and down, your thumb caressing the slit of his head.
The three of you moaned in unison, whines along with groans and grunts filling up the room. The scenario almost reminded Aegon of the brothel he'd often visit and he sighed, throwing his head back as he let you bring him the best of pleasures. Your little wrist moved swiftly, to drag an orgasm out of your brother â his cock throbbing and warm against your skin.
Aemond held you tightly, using your cunt to satisfy himself. You felt so fucking small in his hold and the thought of putting a child in you drove him insane.
âI'm going to taint your pretty walls all white, sweet sister.â Aemond whispered from behind in your ear, his deep voice birthing chills on your spine while Aegon let out desperate whines, close to bursting in your small hand.
He soon came â white fluid staining your pale hand, almost the same color. You sobbed as Aemondâs thrusts increased, growing more relentless. Your brother tossed you on the bed after you'd pleasured Aegon and buried his cock deep inside you, your knees helping you support your ass perched in the air.
Your back arched, face buried in the sheets, Aemond took you from behind. His cock prodding over and over again at your sensitive spot.
âGreedy cunt.â Aemond grunted, large hands cupping the entirety of your waist as he felt his peak near. âYou like this, hm? You enjoy getting destroyed by your brothers. Gods, sister. You're such a fucking cocksleeve.â
Holding onto to the tethered pieces of his sanity and humanity, your brother drilled his cock into you. Loud pants concealed by the sounds of skin against skin, Aemond growled as his balls throbbed to fill you with his seed and he did â shooting ropes of his spent inside you. Holding you against him as he filled you up.
âAemond! Please, please. Too much, can't take itâBrother please!â Your muffled wails echoed, sobbing into the pillows and all Aemond did was fuck into you harder, more rougher. It was too much for your little body but Aemond was too far gone.
With a loud muffled cry, you tightened around your brother and came all over his cock. Your gummy walls so tight, so wet, enough to tear an orgasm through your brother too. Aemond pumped you full of his load, his thrusts slowing down as he moved his hips sensually now, in slow strokes, fucking his spent deep into you.
Surely this would get you with his child.
âFuck.â Aemond shivered as you milked him dry, sucking him in more and more until you'd drained him fucking dry of any more seed. âYou're so desperate to have my child inside you.â
He was right.
The idea of being swollen with your brother's babe was innocent but it enticed you to no ends.
For a moment your body was allowed to rest as Aemond let it go, watching how it fell against the mattress but then you felt it being lifted up again. Your eyes that had fluttered shut now snapped open again as Aegon pulled apart your buttocks, revealing your gaping hole with his own brother's residual leaking out.
Aegon didn't waste a moment sliding his own hardened cock inside the same hole his brother was in not long ago. Your energy was spent and you let it happen, your older brother holding your lower body as he used you to bring himself to a release.
All you could do was sob and let out tiny whines of disapproval.
âSh, sh.â You felt a hand on your head and turned your head to find a naked Aemond sitting by your side. âIts okay. He deserves this, yeah? Let him fuck my seed further into your womb.â
You could only nod but your strained face let your brother know how tired you were. He glanced up at Aemond and found him already on the brink of his peak â his nails digging into the flesh of your arse as he continued digging his cock deeper into you. Aegon loved how because of his brother's seed slicking your walls, his own cock slid easily in an out of you. The wet sounds arousing him to no extent.
Soon he also filled you up, spending fully inside you and colliding next to you. Aegon immediately began to leech off your warmth, burying his face in your neck as he let out a murmur.
You whimpered, feeling heavy with the seed of both your brothers. Your cunt had grown heavy as you felt the warm liquid seep out of your hole, making a mess on your thighs and sliding down your clit. Your head nuzzled into Aemondâs side for comfort as both brothers laid next to you, cuddling you like their life depended on it.
Days had passed.
You paced back and forth in your room, fingers fiddling with one another. Your heart thumping rapidly in your chest, impatiently awaiting the arrival of your brother â husbands in your shared chambers.
Right after spending the night together, on the morrow both your brothers married you and dared all the members of the small council, lords, high born or low borns to come and challenge them. Prevent your union but no one dared to.
Turns out, one could do anything when you're in possession of three dragons, Seven Kingdoms and the crown.
The doors of the chambers opened and you smiled upon seeing them. One with crown, other with sword. Your feet took off as you embraced both your brothers in a tight grip and inhaled their scents.
âHello to you too, wife.â Aegon chuckled, bringing his arm to wrap it around you, Aemond pursuing his actions.
You broke apart and pulled the two to the bed, sitting them down and the two exchanged a silent look between them, rather puzzled by your ecstatic behavior. You let out a sigh, bracing yourself.
âI have something to share.â
Aemond raised a brow. âGo on, wife.â
The term of endearment always filled you with butterflies each time you were addressed with it. Gods, your cheeks were swollen from smiling to an extent they hurt from it.
You beamed. âI'm with child.â
Both brothers looked at one another. Aemond was stunned but Aegon stood up, surprise in his gaze. âYouâYou're with child? I'll be a father, I'll be a fucking father!â
You nodded and then looked at Aemond but all he did was press an open palm over your flat stomach before also rising to his feet and leaning forward. âYou've made us the happiest in all of Weteros.â Aemond pressed a kiss to your forehead and then embraced you in a hug, Aegon joining in. Both of them were beyond happy and could not believe that they were going to be fathers.
It mattered not that who the actual father to the child in your womb was â as long as it was fathered by one of them. They would love the babe no matter the gender, no matter who's blood coursed through its veins which made your heart flutter as you knew it.
Despite having such a controversial relationship, the three of you were pleased, content and happy.
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HIII, I wanted to know if I could request a poly marauders x festy slytherin reader.Something of how they started or whatever you have inspiration for.I would love another part of that, if you feel up to it. Hope you are taking care of yourself <3
feisty/slytherin reader x poly!marauders is actually my favourite thing to write (followed closely by any ship with whimsical reader) so I was more than happy to whip this up for you! Thanks for requesting! đ«¶
poly!marauders x feisty, fem, Slytherin!reader
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: werewolf prejudice, making fun of possible birth defects due to Pureblood's being terribly inbred, swearing
Remus felt that generally, he was a very understanding person. And not just in a compassionate way, but also in a sense that he just understands a lot of things.
He understands Siriusâ need to defy his family whilst simultaneously looking after his brother as if his life depended on it.
He understands Jamesâ need to make sure everyone around him feels as loved as humanly possible, even if itâs at his own expense.Â
He understands that Gryffindorâs hate Slytherinâs, but he also understands that not all Slytherinâs are horrible, prejudiced racists.
He understands everyone makes fun of Hufflepuffs for being soft and emotional, but he also understands that Hufflepuffs can be some of the most heartless, ruthless friends you can have.
What Remus has had a hard time understanding, however, was his boyfriendsâ sudden interest in you.
Remus could admit that you were quite attractive, but you were also sort ofâŠterrifying?
âWhat have you boys done?â Lily murmured in quiet horror (quiet awe if you asked James).
âWe pranked Slytherin!â Sirius said jovially, as if Lily had somehow missed that key piece of information.Â
âI can see that, Sirius.â She said like one might speak to a small child who was quite dumb. âBut on portrait day?â
Sirius smiled smugly as he watched Slytherinâs enter the Great Hall for their school portraits. As they passed through the door, they were unknowingly walking under a charmed mistletoe (which was very difficult to find this time of year, thanks James very much) which turned their green and silver robes and ties to a beautiful red and gold.Â
The best part is some students still hadnât noticed yet, and another amazing part was that those who had noticed couldnât figure out how to turn it back.
âMr. Black, Mr. Potter, Mr. Pettigrew, and Mr. Lupin. I suppose the four of you have no idea who may be behind this prank?â Professor McGonagall challenged as she looked down her nose at them sitting at the Gryffindor table.
Sirius smirked as he responded âWhy, not a clue Minnie. But Iâll keep my eye out and let you know if I see any mischief makers.â
McGonagall let out a long suffering sigh as she took five points from Gryffindor for improper address of a professor.Â
âYou rotten dugbogs.â Remus heard you screech before he saw you. He had the good sense to cringe as you stormed up to their table whilst Sirius and James grinned enthusiastically.Â
âWhy hello Y/N, my beautiful angel.â James greeted as Sirius let out a sultry âDonât you just look smashing in red.â Accompanied by a wink.
âI donât know what you sods have done, and quite frankly, I donât care about the rest of them; but you will fix this.â You spat angrily gesturing to your faux Gryffindor uniform.
âBut that would be such a crime, dollface.â Sirius lamented.
âYou canât expect us to mess with perfection.â James added.
You shot your hand out and grabbed Jamesâ collar, pulling his face to yours until your noses were nearly touching.Â
âI swear to Salazar himself, Potter, if you do not change my robes back, I will cut your dick off and charm it to your forehead so you walk around looking like a limp-dick unicorn. Change. It. Back.â
Your voice was low and threatening, and Peter actually gulped as he hid behind Remus. But looking at Jamesâ face pressed up to yours, you would have thought you had just serenaded him with the greatest love song known to man.
âYou have such beautiful eyes.â He murmured in awe. Remus was certain he could see steam forming behind said beautiful eyes, but before it could shoot out of your ears, Sirius came to your rescue.
âVery right, Prongs. She does have beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, I believe her usual green does compliment them better than the red.â Sirius said lasciviously as he cast the counter charm to return your robes to their rightful colour.
You looked down at your form before looking back at the boys skeptically. You seemed only then to realize you were still holding onto Jamesâ collar like a vice and dropped it. Remus almost chuckled at the look of loss that crossed Jamesâ face.
âRight.â You said and cleared your throat, backing away from them as if you weren't fully trusting what just happened. âThank you.â
Siriusâ head actually reared back in surprise at your thanks and James beamed.
âAnytime angel, truly.âÂ
Jamesâ pet name seemed to snap you out of whatever trance youâd been in as you narrowed your eyes at him. âDonât call me that.â
âTerribly sorry, my love.â He relented.
You groaned in exasperation and carried on towards the Slytherin table.
âIsnât she lovely?â James whispered in awe, eyes still glued to your form as you bodily shoved Evan Rosier out of what Remus could only assume you had dubbed as your seat at the Slytherin table and sat down.Â
âTry bloody terrifying.â Peter shivered in horror as he finally extricated himself from behind Remus.Â
âOi! Donât talk about our future missus that way, Wormy.â Sirius squawked and swatted at the poor sod with his copy of the Daily Prophet.
âIs he wrong, though?â Remus asked as he let out his own breath of relief.
âDon ât worry moons,â James murmured into Remusâ cheek as he pressed his nose into the werewolfâs hair line. âSheâll win you over soon.â
Remus wasnât so sure.
You were the only Slytherin photographed in proper uniform that day.Â
A few weeks later found Remus sitting horrifyingly uncomfortable in Defense Against the Dark Arts as they moved on to the unit featuring Werewolves.
James sat on his right, and though the shaking of his knee under the table gave away his nerves, he spent the entire class rubbing soothing circles along the back of Remusâ hand with his thumb.
Sirius, sitting on Remusâ left, was incredibly stiff and clearly poised to fight if given the chance which did nothing to ease Remusâ discomfort. It also didnât help that they shared this period with the 6th and 7th year Slytherinâs.
He just wanted this day to be over.
âWhy are we even talking about this?â Mulciber sneered, interrupting the professor as they discussed elements of the Wolfsbane potion.Â
âWhat is your question, Mr. Mulciber?â The professor drawled out in a bored tone.
âWhy bother discussing werewolves? The lot of them should be culled anyway; euthanize them on site for all I care.â He spat, earning snickers from Avery, Goyle, and Snape.Â
Sirius sucked in a breath in preparation of a verbal (and possibly physical, should he be so lucky) spar when Remus dug his nails into Siriusâ thigh. âPlease, Pads.â He begged quietly; voice taught with emotions.
Sirius let out a pained sigh and leaned back further into his chair.
âFunny, Mulciber.â A bored tone commented, âI was just thinking the same about you and your lot.â
Remus, James, and Sirius all turned to see the majority of the eyes in the room already on you, though you never bothered lifting your head from your textbook.
âCare to repeat that, L/N?â Mulciber sneered, sitting up in his chair as if ready to lunge at you if necessary.
You lifted your bored gaze from your book and stared at him head on. âDo I need to repeat myself, Mulciber? Mummy and daddy kept it too close in the family tree, huh?â You murmured in faux sympathy. âI was just thinking, most of the Sacred Twenty-Eight ought to be culled. That would save the wizarding world a whole lot of trouble.â
âHow dare you compare me to some filthy half-breed. My family is royalty compared to those disgusting creatures.â Avery shouted.
âThe only one acting like a disgusting creature here is the likes of you tossers.â You shouted back.
âAlright.â The professor tried (not very hard, albeit) to quell the quickly spiralling discussion.
âI could hardly look at myself in a mirror if Iâd been tainted with a curse like lycanthropy.â Snape sneered, pointedly facing the Marauders across the room. Sirius burned with shame and protectiveness, being the reason Snape knew Remusâ secret and the overwhelming need to defend his lover. Remus took that moment to dig his nails into Sirius' thigh again, pinning him to his seat.
âAre you sure, Snape? Are you sure you wouldnât rather live a life with lycanthropy than have to look at that mug of yours in the mirror every day.â You drawled.
âYou insolent little bitch.â
âHey!â James finally shouted from across the room, far more stern than Remus can ever remember seeing the boy. But you carried on, completely undeterred.Â
âIâd bet ten thousand galleons that not one werewolf ever asked to be a werewolf, yet you wake up each and every morning actively choosing to be the ugliest, most hateful, vile, disgusting beasts known to mankind. That is what is despicable. That is what should be euthanized on site.â Your voice grew louder and louder with each word until you were standing behind your desk and punctuating each word with a slam of your fist against the table in front of you.Â
âAlright, thatâs enough.â The professor finally called; tone booming across the lecture hall intoning no nonsense.Â
âMr. Mulciber, Mr. Snape, and Miss. L/N. Detention with me this evening.â
The Slytherin boys all scoffed and cursed under their breath whilst you offered a bored shrug of your shoulders, returning to your textbook as though this was just a run of the mill day for you.
The boys had been absolutely right; you just won over the affections of one Remus John Lupin. Â
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Hatred & Love
"... burn in the same intensity," Gwayne laughs as I walk off. His expression softens but no one but him will ever know. He links his hands together, "or so I'm told, princess."
Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen!Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fuck boy!gwayne, fluff ig, when daemon said hightower cunt he meant gwayne because he Servesâą, typos, etc.
I saunter down the hall on my way back to my chambers. My ears perk at the sound of laughter from the distance. Immediately, my jaw tightens in recognition, and my feet quicken its pace. I squeeze my hands together, wanting nothing more than to avoid whom I knew I might encounter.
The gods fail me as I spot the aggravating Hightower, merrily loitering in the gardens with his company. Dare they drink in broad daylight? Clad in his sigil and armor, no less.
Tactless.
Apparently, he had won another silly tourney. How irritating of him to celebrate in my home. The Keep would surely benefit from his absence. Gods know the peace I feel when he is not around.
Gwayne's eyes drift. I can feel him looking at my handmaids, at me, as we pass. He laughs at whatever foolishness his friend tells him; the noise grates at me. I scoff under my breath, "barbarian."
Gwayne smirks and calls out, "blessed morn, princess!"
"How can it, when you are here, and it is midday?" I retort, sparing him no glance or pause.
He chuckles as he stands. My face twists as I hear his clanking armour. My heart races at the sound of footsteps accelerating towards me.
My arm is pulled back. I shoot a glare at Gwayne and his stupid face as he releases me. His lopsided smirk aggravates me further as he says, "is a congratulations not in order?"
I snort, "for whom," I raise a brow, "for you?"
"For you," he tilts his head back, placing his hands behind him, "the most temperate princess of all. So comely, so-" his dimples show, "sweet."
I feel my face begin to tighten.
He sticks out his lower lip, "they had no one to crown queen of love and beauty in your absence. Twas a shame."
My head cocks to the side. My brows knit, "you mean you?"
"What?"
"You had no one to crown Queen of Love and Beauty," I step forward.
He stays put as I impose into his personal space. His eyes dart up and down; the muscle on his jaw feathers.
"Were you so anguished by my absence that the victory left a bitter taste in your lips?" I pout and sigh as I bring my hands behind me, effectively mocking him.
Gwayne watches how my chest sinks. His expression chips away a fraction, but it is enough to make me smirk, and I do so happily.
That is, until he licks his lips.
"Tis victory enough that you know of it," his smirk grows. Mine fades as he continues, "my heart sings at the newfound knowledge that you gossip about me, princess."
I chuckle dryly, admittedly louder than necessary, "I need no gossip! Tis not hard to hear about you, when your blabbermouth is audible even in the dungeon's depths!"
His defenses slip. A giddy chuckle escapes his diaphragm, and the rich sound makes my stomach drop. His eyes crinkle and his hands relax to his side. He lets himself relish his amusement before he mutters, "how then would I gain your attention?"
My lips part.
His brows raise.
My breath hitches.
Wind blows my silver hair into my mouth and the sound of me spitting it out snaps him out of his trance. Gwayne shifts on his leg, "perhaps I should pull your hair."
My upper lip curls at his childish response, and he chortles at my look of disgust. "You are a hateful beast," I roll my eyes and turn about.
"Hatred and love burn in the same intensity," Gwayne laughs as I walk off. His expression softens but no one but him will ever know. He links his hands together, "or so I'm told, princess."
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ! fluff, suggestiveness - talking about/hinting towards satoru fingering/eating you out but nothing happens, kissing, satoru fondly makes fun of you a lil, he also carries you around, collage au, collage student!reader, collage student!gojo
fey: Iâm still gonna be on hiatus for a little longer but in the mean time have this fluff nugget inspired by my hubby
Satoru huffs and pokes your cheek till you swat his hand away. He flops on the bed next to you, the soft breeze and movement disturbing your carefully placed papers.
You whine âSatoru!â
âSweet pie! Youâve been studying and working in that essay all day for the past three days please!â He throws his hand across his forehead, clutching his chest. âI beg of you feed me attention before I starve. Iâm wilting away before you! How cold hearted can you be.â His eyes are with tears.
Tossing your throw blanket over him, âThis should keep you warm.â You take you eyes off the screen to read the open text book next to you. Before referring to your notes then glancing back up at your computer screen.
He pops his head out from underneath the blanket with gasp. âNo Iâm not cold! Youâre cold hearted!â He sits up and wraps his arms around you. âPlease just an hour, we can order some food, take a shower get you out of your funky funk.â Pinching his nose and waving his hand in front of his face.
âYouâre foul.â
You can hear the smile in his voice. âLike your armpits! Study starting break now! I your wonderful boyfriend refuse to let you be stinky.â He slowly closes the lid on the rough draft of your paper.âIâll help you write some more after, if you donât give your mind a break youâll fry it and make it useless.â He kisses the top of your head.
âLetâs go lilâ stink!â He drags you off the bed, your feet dangle in the air as he holds you to his chest.
Squeezing you whilst you protest, âHey you canât steal that! I donât wanna hear it from the one with the stanky attitude making me take a break for my health how dare you.â He carefully sets you down in the bathroom.
He waves a hand in your direction, âYes yes, how dare I care for my beautiful girlfriend and rub her naked body down with my large soapy hands in a warm shower, that I as her perfect boyfriend know the temperature of.â
He lights some of the candles arranged around the bathroom. And starts the heater that he insists your bathroom needs. After not stepping into another cold bathroom after a hot shower you can understand why.
You rid yourself of your clothes, throwing them into the hamper. âDo you need to toot you own horn?â Relieving yourself then washing your hands.
Turning around and watching him strip. His arms flex as he pulls his black shirt off. His v line peeks out of his sweatpants, which he pushes down. Your gaze lingers on his soft cock and large balls before you glance up into his sparkling blue eyes.
He corners you against the counter, booping the tip of your nose with his long finger. âYouâve been neglecting me for days I might need to remind you what a awesome boyfriend I am! What if youâve forgotten!â He pouts.
You slide your fingers through his soft silver white hair. Pulling him in, your lips close to his, âI could never forget, you wonât let me, but I suppose itâs part of your charm. I guess itâs kind of cute when youâre cocky.â
Satoru smirks into the slow passionate kiss he gives you. Lifting you up, reflexively you wrap your legs around his waist. Itâs easy to forget everything when youâre kissing him. There is the safety of his arms, the sweet passion of his soft lips on yours.
When he breaks away Satoru suggests, âAfter our shower would it be too cruel of me to give my girl a happy ending? As some stress relief and reward for all her studying of course.â He massages your cheek. His large warm hand feels wonderful targeting your sore spots.
You softly groan, âPlease! I don't know if I wanna ride your face, fingers or cock.â
âWhy not all three one after another? I can suck on your pretty clit and let you cum on my fingers then I can fill you up.â He carries you into the warm shower, supporting you with one hand. Closing the curtain behind himself.
He stands underneath the warm water, steam billowing off it. ââM sorry for not texting for three days, you know Iâve missed my amazing boyfriend, youâre just so talented at so many things like distracting me when I need to study.â He helps you onto your feet, placing your backside facing towards the rushing water.
He protests, âI can behave and help you study.â Pouring some of his favorite strawberry and sugar scented body wash onto his hand.
You close your eyes tilting your head back. Soaking your curls and letting the water wash over your face. The water melts away some of the tension building in your neck and shoulders.
You rub your right shoulder and winch whilst ïżŒinsisting, âYou tell me that every time.â Turning around and stepping out of the water, closing your eyes. Itâs relaxing knowing heâll take care of you, from washing your body, to treating your curls to applying your face care.
Rubbing soap over your back and ass, leaving soapy white bubbles. He massages your shoulders whilst pleading his case, âPlease lemme help you study! We have the same essay due and test to take. Our study sessions is how we got together I miss them.â
You softly sigh and cave in, âI miss them too, ok you win can stay, youâre too charming.â
He playful croons âI always win.â Kissing the top of your wet head. âYou won't regret it I'll be the best study buddy!â You widely smile, the delight in Satoruâs voice is heartwarming.
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â Shows on 3.. 2.. 1..
Synopsis : Thirteen dicks in front of you, all standing tall with varying girth and size. Not a matter of when and where, but rather a matter of how.
Warnings : Svt x Idol!fem reader, unprotected sex, double penetration, triple penetration, lots of cum, anal, buttplug, breastplay, implied free use reader, creampie, cum eating, oral (fem receiving), pwp
#Part One â #Part Two â #Part Three
Seokmin gets up on his feet first before anyone and immediately stands in front of you. He touches your cheek with the back of his hand before using his fingers to open your mouth, pressing his thumb at the top of your tongue soaking it in the left over cum of his peers.
Joshua follows him almost immediately after, situating himself behind you, caressing your ass sigh his hands. "Not a single handprint in sight.. we might have to change that." He mutters before giving your cheeks a slap causing you to slightly jolt forward.
"Sit up princess, it'll feel better like this," Soonyoung says rather softly as he slowly lifts your body up on a sitting position, as you lean your body backwards on Joshua. You looked like a total wreck. Make-up running all over your face, body glistening with sweat and cum, dress all wrinkled and messy. A big difference from what you had looked like earlier on stage, all prim and proper, clean and dainty, everything set in place.
You feel Joshua slip his hands underneath your top, grabbing a handful of your left boob before taking it out and letting it hang off from your top. Doing the same go the other while Hoshi licks all over your left tit, sucking and biting your areola. Seokmin, on the other hand, had a different vision as he takes his hard dick in hand, rubbing the tip all over your right tit spreading his pre-cum.
Sighing with satisfaction, he leans down and takes your right boob in his mouth, licking it clean off your pre-cum. The blonde beside him groans as he pulls away, doing the same to your left before diving back in, moaning in delight. Soonyoung slides his hands down across your stomach before drawing circles on your pussy.
You moan as you threw your head back resting it on the eldest shoulders, chest heaving heavy, hips rocking back and forth on Soonyoungs hands.
You can feel Joshua's dick press hard against you, teasing the the rim of your ass, hole plugged with a silver buttplug embossed with a big ruby heartâ a gift brought to you by yours truly. He slapped your cheeks again, much more harder this time making you really feel the toy up in your ass causing you to whimper.
"Please.." You whisper, finally talking after an hour of being silent. "Please what baby?" The man behind you whispered back, pushing the plug deeper than it already is. "Please Daddy.. I need you.." You spoke softly, half an octave louder this time.
"Do you think she deserves it?" Soonyoung, finally de-attatching himself from your tit, now rubbing the tips of it. "I don't know.. has she been good?" Jeonghan said rather brazen, asking the spent up members scattered among the couch legs in a manspread, some dicks were soft, while some were still half hard, looking for another release.
They all hum in agreement, and with that, Joshua slowly took off your plug revealing more cum to drip out of you. Blotches of semen combining the sperm of 95z when they had their "pre-game" before going on stage came running down your ass, down to your cunt.
Not wasting a second longer, Joshua slowly started to push into you making you gasp and moan at the intrusion. Seokmin finally pulls away giving Soonyoung space to situate himself in front of you lifting your thighs to sit both on his and Joshua's leg. He waited before the elder and you were comfortable with each other before grabbing his own length in his hands and gliding it across your pussy.
Toying with you for a while, preparing you for what's about to come, before slowly pushing in your pussy. Joshua holds your hand behind your back keeping you in place as you make loud noises while Seokmin makes his way in you. It wasn't your first time taking both of them at the same time, but somehow, it never gets easier.
"Good job baby.. taking it like a good girl. Our pretty little cock sleeve," Seokmin coos as he cups your face in one of his hands. "Ready for one more?" He follows, a smirk well displayed on his face. Your eyes widen at this as he positions himself behind you, beside Joshua.
"She's more than ready, had the plug on for the whole duration of her performance, 'm sure she'll be fine." The elder says caressing your waist sliding down to the curve of your ass. The youngest scoffs at this before holding his dick and slowly starting to push in you.
You moan loudly, throwing your head back again, grinding back and forthâ which only made you moan louder as Soonyoungs dick just goes deeper inside of you hitting your sweet spot. You hold on to the man in front of you as Seokmin makes his way behind you.
A few grunts, pushes, and pulls later, you had 2 dicks up your ass, and one sitting politely in your cunt. Barely giving you time to adjust, the two slowly starts to move back and forth, earlier cum now used as lube as they take advantage of it with their thrusts.
Soonyoung then follows in front of you, thrusting his hips upwards. At this very moment, you serve only one purpose for them. You were only a hot hole to be fucked and dumped cum into. Providing pleasure to their penis.
Their thrusts become harder and harder, in sync with your barely made out moans. There was never a moment where you felt empty, a rhythm forming between the three, where one goes outwards, the other two goes in. They were all hitting your right spots putting you near the edge.
Nearly forgetting about the rule, you clench your stomach to stop yourself from cumming. Resulting in an abrupt orgasm from Soonyoung, spurts of cum running directly inside you, mixing in with his his dongsaengs. But he still didn't stopped, still thrusting inside of you, riding out his high.
The set behind you seemed to be in a world of their own having their own rhythm as the dancer in front loses itself inside of you having erratic movements. Joshua's hands were all over your ass, constantly slapping it now loving the way it jiggled wigh two cocks inside of it splitting your hole up open.
"I.. I'm close.. fuck.." Seokmin whispers throwing his head back as his arms wrap around your throat leaning your head backwards. Using this as his leverage to keep himself grounded as he pounds faster into you.
Joshua, on the other hand, had his mouth open taking heaving heavy breaths as he too was getting affected by the others movements due to his cock being stroked sideways. Resorting to your body, he grips on your waist, thrusts slowly starting to speed up as he too chases for his high.
With both dicks grinding on each other and pounding into you, both boys soon came inside adding go the pile cum already pumped inside of you.
Seokmin rests his head on your shoulded as he starts to slow his movements, while Joshua leaves light feather kisses on your neck. Soonyoung slowly pulls away from you, making sure to plug his fingers inside of you ensuring not that much cum seeps out before lifting your legs to his shoulders as he kneels before you.
Leaning your body backwards more to the boys behind you, he positions himself in front of your cum covered pussy, before taking his fingers out and diving right in. You cry out a string of moans as he eats you out helplessly, trashing in the arms of the two boys behind you.
You were trying so hard to keep yourself from cumming, but the boys were making it hard on you, continuously pushing you to the edge. You were extremely overstimulated nowâ having two cocks still up your ass while your cum filled cunt was being eaten out.
"I.. I'm c.. close.. Please! No... No more!" You beg pushing Soonyoungs face away. Tears ran profusely from your eyes. You really did felt like you were close this time. You were extremely on the edge until you felt Soonyoung pull away from you.
The dancer now had his head leaned beack, hair gripped by the general leader. "That's enough." Seungcheol says sharply, pulling him away from you. You felt movement behind you, two cocks slipped out of your ass, leaving you empty once again.
You close your eyes as you whimper and lay back. You felt a kiss on your forehead, and hands running all over your body. "Last round baby.. then you can rest. M'kay?"
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