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crystalmagpie447 · 1 year ago
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FAGYTHDES SHAKES YOU AROUND
givs you a smooch on the forhead ehehehjedfvrc <333
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glitzybunny · 2 years ago
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I feel like I haven’t heard from u in a while-
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GIVING YOU HUGS
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DFJHNDFHNDHGLKDHFJHKSJDKJAHS THANK YOU THANK YOU <33333
DONT WORRY IM OKAY! IM GOOD!!! I'VE JUST BEEN BUSY WITH SOME THINGS AJDSJKHKFJDJHFBDHF HIHIHI
HUGS HUGS HGUS!!!SJKFBDKJHBF
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marthawrites · 2 years ago
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HEEHEHEHE consider it payback for all the times your writings have left me feeling the same way!! 😜😈 thank you I'm so happy you enjoyed it!
Midnight Passage
Aemond Targaryen x fem reader
Word count: 2.8k+
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About: Despite the Prince Regent seeing to his royal duties, Aemond's lover is insatiable and seeks to find him late into the night.
Includes: Explicit sexual content! This is just porn with very little plot. Finger sucking, masturbation, some degradation, denial (kinda mean Aemond kinda Aemond being a little shit)
Note: Hello lovely reader! This idea smacked me in the face the other day and I had to get it out of my head. Reader is entirely nondescript. As always, please enjoy! ♥
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Beneath the cover of darkness – the night sky outside and a trailing cloak within the corridors – you walked the halls of the red keep on silent feet. Aemond was awake. You knew it. Somewhere within these walls he sat and read, or studied, or slowly undressed and brushed his hair for sleep. As if by something unseen, you were pulled to him in a way not entirely your control.
Your skin still glowed from him this morning. Your lips still blushed red from crashing kisses and needful bites. Your smallclothes still carried the heady scent of you and him alike. Moreso than all of that, however, your core still ached to be stuffed full of him.
Aemond Targaryen. Your prince. Your secret. The man who you looked at from beneath your lashes in the public eye, and dazily stared up at from your knees before him in private – cumdrunk and panting and needy – "Yes, my prince, I love this," your eyes said. "I'll do this whenever you want," they also said.
You wondered if the same pull tugged at the center of his chest like it did yours. Surely this wasn't a one sided tryst.
No. The prince didn't get close to people like he was with you. While you might merely be a servant, his draw to you was undeniable. Once the war was over he promised you he'd talk to his mother. Until then... secrecy. Until then, be a good girl and keep quiet. Until then, take no other men. Look at no other men. Only him.
You obeyed.
Somewhere a clock chimed. The guards knew it in their bones. Inside the careful layout of the Red Keep's halls, guards left and new ones stepped in place. You'd chosen this time carefully. Quiet feet led you to the smaller, more private library Aemond frequented, and noiseless hands pushed open the heavy door.
"What are you doing out so late?" Aemond's soft voice questioned through the air, the end of it seemingly directed to the secret fire in your core. He looked so handsome in the candlelight. He was tired, you could tell, yet the shadows made his angular face bright with suspicion. A few books and parchment were atop the table he sat at, as well as a map of what you assumed were battle plans. "Byka kēlītsos?" Little kitten
With a blink your momentary trance broke. "I've missed you. I couldn't sleep and wondered if you were still awake," you answered, walking to him with purpose.
"Still awake, yes," he replied simply, watching you move.
With a little smile and eyes that were too dark even for the low light of the room, you sat over his lap to carefully straddle his waist. He smelled like ash and smoke: he'd been here awhile. "No one saw me on the way here," you said to him in a soft breath, grazing the tip of your nose against his. You looked at his mouth beneath your lashes, your own lips parting in silent invitation.
Aemond might be duty bound, but he was no fool. Wide palms pressed up your thighs and his long fingers curled to dent into the soft flesh; thumbs grazed dangerously in and up between. "Disrupting your Prince Regent because you've a wet cunt?" He asked darkly, mouth shifting to a stern expression.
You gulped and tensed, just slight, a flustered wave washing over your clouded senses. "I already said I missed you." Your arms draped across his shoulders, fingers lacing behind his neck.
His touch stilled. A chuckle rumbled low in his throat; more of a vibration than an actual sound. "You act as though I didn't fuck you until you had tears in your pretty eyes this morning." His tone was low with an edge of condescendence, single eye slowly taking you in.
A quiet whine answered him. "When I think of you on the Iron Throne wearing the Conqueror's crown, or at the head of the Small Council declaring royal orders... I can't help it," you half mewled. You drew in a deep breath and slowly rolled your hips over him.
His thumbs slid along the smooth space at the very inside of your thighs, careful to not touch where he knew you wanted him most. You were already hot for him, warming his lap in a way only your depravity could. "Hm... how much of this is my seed, and how much is your slick?" He snapped the center strip of your smallclothes in punctuation. "I bet I've been dripping out of you all day. And yet you crawl to me for more? You will drink moon tea in the morning." Despite your efforts he made no move to return any of your kisses – merely regarded you with quiet disdain.
"Aemond...," you whined and tilted your head down to kiss over his jaw, under it, daring to nip the edge of his throat.
He laughed and squeezed your thighs harshly. Lifting a hand he gripped your jaw and held your chin between his fingers, forcing your attention back to his regard. "You would allow your needy little cunt to risk the safety of the realm, hm? Take my attention away from mine and your wounded King's duties?" Taunts came easily to his tongue as if he wasn't already beginning to stiffen in his breeches.
"The moon pulls me to you and I couldn't sleep. Since this morning you've all I've been able to think about." A plead dripped through your words and you smiled breathlessly. "Let me warm your bed, please. I will wait if that's what you want." So wanton were your desires that you were already close to begging. Aemond could read your body language from half a hall away. Surely it didn't go unnoticed by him, now, no matter his fatigue nor the low light.
"All our time spent together... I must be too soft on you. For why else would you saunter in here and prance around me like a bitch in heat?" A chuff exhaled from his nose as his mouth quirked in a half-sneer; a new glint of darkness reflected in his eye. "If you are truly so desperate then get off my lap and kneel at my feet like a good little bitch."
You undoubtedly vexed him. Over the last few months the young prince developed a soft spot for you, and it increased once you two finally gave in to the carnal desires hot blood provided. But this? He'd been stern and rough with you before... though, nothing quite like tonight. Something clenched in the low regions of your belly. You eased off him and found comfort on your knees. Thankfully an ornate rug covered the stone floor, and even though its plushness was long gone it still afforded you comfort that stones denied. "I only wish to make us feel good. Annoying you wasn't my intention–," you said as you leaned forward, hands running up the smooth planes of his firm thighs, "–my prince." You eyed the bulge in his pants and unintentionally licked and bit over your bottom lip. Saliva collected in your mouth as if on queue. Your fingers inched to the laces which contained him and they were met with a firm swat.
"I said nothing of touching. Only to kneel," he tutted, vicious. "Incapable of following even the most basic instruction...," he sighed and rolled his neck before looking down at you again. "My beautiful, pathetic, byka kēlītsos...," he cooed, running the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "With your insatiable desire for my cock," he added with a smirk. The flickering candles of his study made his dark amusement all the more apparent.
You continued to look up at him, doing your best to read him and make sense of what he wanted. Surely he didn't only want you to kneel so he could belittle you? "You're being cruel," you simpered with a practiced pout.
That brought a malicious laugh from his chest. "Only because you were first. Interrupting me in the middle of preparing lists of war. If a Lord could punish you for what you're doing, imagine what the Prince Regent could do." He smiled wide, eye glimmering, as he smacked your reaching hand away for a second time.
"Aemond...," you begged.
A satisfied hum vibrated from his lips. "Such a pretty sound." He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs further apart. One arm draped along the arm of the chair and the other laid down against his thigh, palm up. He coaxed you closer while rubbing the pad of his thumb across the tips of his fingers. "Since you are in desperate need of sucking...," he started, tilting his head to the side while his fingers curled into a fist, thumb pointing out toward you. "Then suck."
For a moment you weren't quite sure what to make of his gesture. Then, it clicked. "Your thumb?" You looked at him questioningly, perhaps shocked, too.
Smugness took over his entire expression. "It's a good thing you were graced with beauty," he drawled in a low husky voice. "Yes. Do I need to show you how to do it too?" He goaded, the lovely bow of his mouth smirking yet again.
Heat immediately bloomed in your face. "No. Let me try first," you replied through your blush, hoping your hint of playfulness was caught. Once more you leaned forward, and this time, instead of trying to open his breeches, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb. He barely tasted of anything. Quietly, you were disappointed to not be graced by the subtle saltiness your tongue had grown to crave. You suctioned the little muscle to the underside of his digit, the warm slick of it sliding along him. You looked to him and smiled, excited to see eagerness on his own features. You'd never done this before. You took all of him in, then, slowly pulling back and releasing him with a wet 'pop'.
"Good girl," he rasped, pants feeling too tight. "Be a good little whore and keep going. That's what you are tonight, isn't it? A dripping, needy, little whore." He watched the way your exposed chest rose and fell with increasingly ragged breaths, the lewdness of his words having an immediate effect on you. "Perhaps if you do well enough you can have release tonight, too."
You took his digit again; eager, now, lids fluttering at the idea of a release gifted by Aemond. Saliva pooled in your mouth and it began to dribble out the corners of your lips. You moaned softly around his thumb as your eyes closed, an odd sort of comforting bliss taking hold of you. It was different than his full length: smaller, but of a similar texture, and without the salt of his body's desire. Even still, you found yourself immensely enjoying it. It was much easier to suck than his rigid cock, for you lavished his thumb with the same attention you would otherwise.
From above, Aemond watched you all the while. Occasionally through your wet slurps and panting little gasps you heard him sigh or hum in delight. Each time you did it sent a shudder of excitement up and down your spine to pool in your center. If you thought you were eager before, you were damn near ravenous now. Your body clenched around nothing and you could feel your pearl throb with desperation to be touched.
The prince made no move to free himself or have you stop. No. The display of your brazen lust had him smug and smirking, content to watch you take merely his thumb. "Are you pretending it's my cock, byka kēlītsos?" He asked after a moment, thinking your jaw might need a moment's rest.
"Yes," you breathed in reply, panting. "It doesn't throb, though. And I can't taste you. That's where a lot of the fun is," you added slyly before returning, circling your tongue around him in pace with your bobbing. You were about to get off from this alone, and you knew Aemond had to know, too. You turned your gaze up once again – holding contact so prettily – in a crude distraction so you could snake one of your hands beneath your skirts to where you were wholly soaked. The tips of your fingers barely had the chance to graze yourself before Aemond kicked your hand away deliberately and roughly.
"You are not to touch yourself," he half spat, eye widening with lust and fury alike. "Nor are you to touch me," he added with intensity as you went to grab him for a third time in your desperation.
"You're just playing! This isn't fair!" At being denied twice, a part of you wanted to sob. Never before had he done this, and the tight coil of arousal in your belly made your head fuzzy with pure desperation. It needed out. Somehow, some way, all of your pent up arousal needed out.
"Gods. You look so fucking pathetic. Will you start crying next?" He mocked, abdomen tightening as he worked open his own laces. With a final tug he was finally free from the confides of his trousers and he groaned with the relief. He was achingly hard, tip swollen and exposed from its wrap of skin. "If you touch me you won't be cumming tonight. Do you understand me? I fucking mean it." His voice graveled with severity.
You nodded with wide eyes, inwardly screaming at the torture he put you through. "I understand, my prince," you answered with a fervent nod.
A sigh escaped his lips as he gripped his cock and began working it right in front of you; so close and so far away alike. Up, and down, he stroked, thumb swiping over his tip to spread any pre that might be collecting there. Over, and over.
You watched. Mesmerized. Almost all other thoughts aside from Aemond left your brain. His stroking might as well have been some sort of forgotten witchcraft for how it hypnotized you.
"Spit on it. Then, loosen your dress enough to pull your tits out," he said in a strained growl, the thickness of his voice like honey to your ear. "Qogralbar fuck- I'm close. I want to finish on your pretty face and chest."
Whatever else might have been on your mind before was entirely gone, now. Sitting up on your knees you looked down at Aemond's cock. You rolled your mouth around a few times, gathering all the saliva you could into a single useful glob. Opening your mouth you allowed it to fall from your tongue, and you watched as it landed heavily on the prince's tip. He made quick use of it, the added lubrication making his pumping fist sound deliciously sloppy. "There's my good little pet," he praised, indulging in the sensation to let his head momentarily fall backward.
You took advantage of his distraction and loosened your dress enough to let your breasts fall free; soft mounds on display the next time he opened his eye. And what a welcomed sight they were. The young prince had a soft spot for those, too, rarely letting you go without lovebites on them. The nipples were peaked to pebbles and it was Aemond's turn to feel his mouth water. The memory of those sucked into his mouth aided his stroking fist, lean hips fucking up into his touch. You could see and hear he was close. His breath panted out, now, his sharp jaw tensed, throat flexed, and in the next heartbeat his violet eye rolled closed. Your name rolled off his tongue in a string of grunts and your smallclothes were absolutely ruined by the visceral reaction it elicited from you. You moaned.
Streaks of his spend landed on your open mouth, your tongue, chin, and breasts. The mild scent of him filled your nose and you longed to be pressed against him. But, no, still you were merely kneeling there for his enjoyment. His chest rose and fell in the aftermath, and a sheen glistened on his handsome face. He was marvelous in his winded post-climax bliss.
"You know the passage to my chambers from here, right?" He asked once he regained himself enough to form words, tucking his softened length away.
You nodded.
"Good. Good girl. Take it and wait for me there. You did so well for me tonight and I intend to thoroughly make it up to you." He smiled and it was the softest it'd been since you arrived.
Before standing, you swiped a finger along the outside of your mouth to collect any of his spend that might be there. Sucking your finger clean of his seed, you stood, fixed your dress, and pressed a kiss to the very corner of his own mouth. You muttered, "thank you, my prince," before turning to leave.
"Oh, and don't touch yourself there either. I'll know if you do. Patience, byka kēlītsos. I will be done soon."
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cavefairy · 1 year ago
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i intended to wait until tomorrow to answer this but. i really appreciate the love. seriously. i really needed this after today. thank you
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angelst4t · 9 months ago
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the five love languages boyfriends
physical touch;
always has to be touching you - locked pinkies in public, hand on your lower back while walking, arm wrapped around you on the couch, head on your lap in bed • kisses, always, often randomly and out of nowhere • possibly a big biter/nibbler • hugshugshugs • late night dances under the kitchen light • clinging like koalas as you drift off to sleep
words of affirmation;
constant praises and genuine compliments - has the sweetest and kindest way with words • quiet ‘i love you’s every now and then • karaoke dedications • staying up late, just to listen to him read out loud to you • new pet/nickname every other day • makes you giggle at the saddest of times
quality time;
always around and always has something planned - just loves you and your presence • loves to spoil you and loves to take you out • home made meals, made with pure love • live concerts in your living room • little finger brushes while working on a project together • marathoning movies are always a must
gift giving;
very sentimental and very crafty - always has a little trinket for you, whether homemade, found, or bought • pays attention to your interests, an amazing listener • leaves little sticky notes and poetry laying around for you • often bakes treats for you • crow boyfriend, giving you pretty rocks he finds along the streets • always finds a way to spoil you
acts of service
often busy and on his feet, he’s always giving you hand no matter the task - at the drop of a hat, he’d probably do about anything for you • he always puts you first • opens your doors for you with the sweetest smile and a little twinkle in his eyes • soft hums as you sort and fold your laundry together • washes and combs your hair for you • always ends the night with a back/shoulder/hand rub
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femmefaggot · 11 months ago
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ADOLIN hugshugshugs
ANSWERUN 4 ADOLIN BC HE IS NOOOOTTT AROUND RECENTLYY hiii orioooon i like ur iconnnn
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hells-musing-along · 9 months ago
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She had her eyes closed, just focusing on the unknown melody to soothe him and steel her nerves. Internally, she was a mess. Her heart pounded against her chest as a flood of emotions (love, anguish, regret, and guilt) washed over her. Oh, how the guilt weighed the heaviest in her heart. She was dreading this moment, their faithful moment back. There were too many unknown variables in the air. 
Despite the unknown, she knew one thing for certain, she could not leave Lucifer in this state. The moment she heard him speak, her eyes landed on him, she knew she had to do something. “Hey, stranger...” She whispers, trying to hide the wavier in her voice. She picked the corner of the blanket up and whipped away the tears from his cheeks. “You’re not doing so well, right?” 
Will she be able to mend this? Will she be able to soothe this mind? She doesn’t know, but she had to try. Just something. “Please tell me what’s going on in that head of yours…” The light surrounding her body dimmed into a soft nightlight glow.
O̴v̶e̸r̵l̸o̷a̸d̶e̸d̵- Open
Lucifer sighed as his baggy eyes roamed the darkened room, making sure he was alone. When he was satisfied of the solitude, he summoned one final thing from his reserve of strength.
His simple, yellow cotton swing, mounted on its vertical hammock stand. The King tucked his body securely into the fabric, and produced a small duck from one of his work chests. He fiddled with it..and mulled over the night.
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It had been a wonderful night…but he’d pushed it. They’d renovated the dance studio, equipped it with more lights for the show Angel wanted to put on, displaying one of his routines. The bright LED lights and booming music had filled the establishment, along with laughter. He’d felt so integrated, so happy…so part of a family for the first time since he’d finally started reconnecting with his daughter.
The King had loved spending time with them, and so he’d ignored every warning sign. He pushed every throb and buzzing in his head with more snacks and conversation. Everyone was in the lobby now, still abuzz with excitement. He’d been invited to see more of his new friend’s dancing, and he was determined to. He was fine! He just…needed some time.
It didn’t bother him that he had to be in here, back where he could maintain an illusion of control. He was fine with the fact Niffty caught how bad he’d been stumbling on his words today and asked if he was still drunk. He was fine that Husk had trailed off in mid sentence and asked him if the bar lights were bothering him. He was fine that Charlie had to ask him the same question three fucking times before he heard it. And…he was fine that everything he’d planned today—his activities, his duties here, had been derailed again because of this.
He was fine.
He tinted his eyes beneath some dark glasses, and he was relieved they shielded the tears. “Eh….it’s…fine, Mortimer,” he managed out, smiling as he squeezed the rubber duck. “Sunglasses are…..what the cool kids are wearin’! It’s just you and me now, like old times. I guess.” He didn’t hear the door opening. “Just like, pssh, totally fine with that.”
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hardly-a-p3rson · 5 months ago
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:< im sorry you feel bad. hughughug am here 4 u and i hope u feel better soon <33
sorry i havnt sent anythin for a bit..
hugshugshugs i hope things get better u deserve good things im so glad i found your blog
you are such a nice an kind person u deserve the world and all the love ever
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hi thank you so much it really means the world
don't worry about that at all it's calm. sorry for the late reply was trying to look after myself. these pills are hitting like a bitch let me tell you.
stoooooooop I'll start blushing and it'll be awkward for all of us lmao. I hope you're doing good and believe me you deserve the exact same if not more big hugs coming your way
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saynatav · 7 months ago
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Hii >:]
List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you.
hiii!! well here's a list of things that make me happy :b
Drawing (better if I draw about my hiperfixations, like anything related to lotf)
HUGSHUGSHUGS (my love language is physical contact lmao)
Baking cakes (I hardly ever do it, but it makes me happy :])
Listening to music and also musicals
Singing
Well there's more things but that's what I remember now 😋
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jeewrites · 8 months ago
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💐🌷spread the love to the people you’re glad you’ve found in this corner of the internet 💐🌷
Aww Kate, this totally made my day! 🥰
Hugshugshugs!
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crystalmagpie447 · 2 years ago
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RAAAAAAAA veryeveywhedjeikvjnrfw
overwhelmed with happiness
giving everyone flowers
HEHAJIHDE I HOPE AND WISH AND PRAY ONLY THE BEST FOR EVERYONE AAAAAIJ EVEN IF YOU GOOBERS MIGHT BE IN MY PHONE I SEND YOU THE BIGGEST HUGS AIAJWNBUF YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET AND NICE AND AMAZING AND TALENTED WAAAA
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witherfide · 1 year ago
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ehehehe
i remember seeing your art on my dash and being like woah :000
they look super cool
and then i looked at your blog and was like
omg
they look super cool AND friendly
anwyaywsnjd
i think youre super cool and nice and friendly and i get happy when i see you on my dash or in my notifs :DD
u can probably tell who this is
uhhhh
HUGSHUGSHUGS YOURE AMAZING KEEP BEING COOL <3333
WEEEE 💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐
AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
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i am glad i am seen as friendly lol that is quite honestly a first
i think my irl presence comes off as intimidating but i am truly just a 3ft tall silly creature who uses :3 sometimes
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marthawrites · 1 year ago
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Thank you so much Fae 💖 I immediately got the idea of Aemond + reader in the dragonpit, and had to stem the rest of the story from there! I think this one is pretty niche and maybe didn't vibe with readers. BUT I loved writing it and if mommy Fae thinks it's fun and unique then it's a flippin win x2 in my book! Thank you for reading and sharing the love! 🥰😘
Congratulations on your follower milestone! I humbly approach with my begging bowl to request Aemond + voyeurism - please and thank you!
ABSOLUTELY, DADDY 💖 I hope you like it!
A Dragonkeeper's Secret
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Aemond Targaryen x fem reader
Word count: 2.2k+
About: Men are disappointing. Over the following days, events at the dragonpit make you think otherwise.
Includes: Porn with plot. Explicit sexual content featuring voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, clothed sex, public sex
Note: Hello lovely reader! Reader is a hoe and Aemond is a hoe in this. Fight me 🤗 As always, please enjoy!
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Helaena, for as long as she could remember, preferred to have Aemond's company in the dragonpit over any dragonkeepers. It was no surprise to see the royal siblings enter unannounced, nor was it surprising to see them depart for another couple of hours.
The two kept mostly to themselves – Aemond moreso – while Helaena entertained conversation and questions about Dreamfyre. The princess and her dragon had a bond unmatched by many in the Targaryen ancestry. During such a conversation with a dragonkeeper, Aemond touched his sister's elbow in a silent goodbye before wandering off on his own accord. 
Training with Ser Cole often had the young prince sore. Between the various exercises, routines, and spars, fatigue settled into his muscles. Truthfully, it wasn't entirely unpleasant and he enjoyed feeling his dexterity and strength grow. Walking felt good. The quiet of the dragonpit's cavernous hallways had his body and mind relaxing.
Minutes passed uneventfully and Aemond's thoughts began to wander to things of less importance. That's when hushed voices, a man's and a woman's, caught his attention. He squinted suspiciously and padded on silent feet in the direction of whatever was happening.
Giggles, shuffling, and panting breaths? What in the…
Perfectly hidden, he peaked around until he had a clear line of sight as to what was causing the commotion. 
Beneath torchlight, you and a male dragonkeeper were aglow in the act of undressing. You helped push aside his layers of clothing until they hung open and loose on his shoulders. He did the same to you too, and his much larger hands wasted no time in greedily squeezing and toying with your breasts. Your spine arched, pushing your mounds further into his attention, and your mouth parted with the sweetest sounds. The man's mouth closed around one of your peaked nipples; greedier than his hand.
A silent smirk pulled on the prince's lips. He could have your quarterstaff for this. He could have you revoked from your duties as a dragonkeeper for your blatant debauchery. 
Never, in all of Aemond's years wandering the dragonpit, had he ever seen something like this. He didn't know to be shocked, horrified, or embarrassed. He watched, partially stunned and wholly enchanted, as you and this other man became more heated. Surely it had to be a rushed affair. How long had you two been doing this in secret? How long did it take to find the courage to fuck right here, while in the middle of duties, where anyone might stumble and see? Whatever the case, Aemond couldn't look away.
Then, almost as quickly as it started, it seemed to end. Did you even fully couple? If so, it couldn't have lasted more than a couple strokes at best.
Your pretty brow furrowed as you whispered angrily at the man who so rudely disappointed you. You gave the center of his chest a push so you could knee him out from between your legs. Standing, you glared up at him before shaking your head with a short unamused laugh. 
The man's voice, hushed and curt, snapped back at you. It appeared his pride, ego, or something else, was wounded by whatever you said. Aemond couldn't quite tell, but he swore he saw an angry flush color the man's face and neck.
A strip of the full front of your naked body was exposed, and Aemond, still hidden, gawked appreciatively. You were lovely. It didn't last long, however, for you were quick to cover yourself. 
Whatever happened was an obvious disappointment.
It was as if you felt the prince's cold long stare from across the rocky corridor: hair prickled to life on the back of Aemond's neck and before he could move out of your line of sight, you saw him. 
A myriad of emotions ran through him at once and they all canceled each other out until he was merely standing there, frozen. 
Shit shit shit. 
Almost as quickly as you saw him (it was Aemond, right? No way it was someone else. He had distinct features unlike anyone else) he was gone. You blinked. That spot was so empty and quiet, now, you might have witnessed his ghost. 
You were frozen too. Yet, still, a thrill danced up and down your spine.
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The following days were somewhat of a blur. Dragonkeeping, on a good day, could be dangerous, and when you mixed that with the inability to shake off the sensation of being watched, it created a thick air of tension. You'd seen Aemond and Helaena three more times. 
Each time you were around him excitement bubbled in your stomach. Lingering gazes, darkened eyes, and smooth quiet words of "good job", "Dreamfyre seems to like you too", and "the best dragonkeeper around", had your belly and heart fluttering. Accidental hand touches lead to, surely, purposeful touches, and when you brushed away some ash from his chin and shoulder, you were utterly amazed to see the pretty purple of his eye shrink to a void. 
When you saw him the next day he didn't grace you with praises. Instead he tutted, words sharp as the dagger around his waist, as he said, "the saddle strap would fail in that position. Are you daft, girl?" He yanked your wrist away from where you were fastening the saddle for princess Helaena's ride, eye bright with fury. Your bodies were close now, much closer than they had ever been before. He smelled like smoke and spearmint. Blood rose to your face.
"I would have seen it before leaving, Aemond. Leave the poor dragonkeeper alone. Mistakes happen," Helaena’s gentle voice came from where she prepared on the opposite side of Dreamfyre.
"This little acolyte needs to be reminded of the dangers of ill-positioned saddles. Come." The tiny smirk he wore could be sarcastic or threatening or a dozen things between. His hand pushed against the small of your back, guiding you away, his touch burning through your attire.
Once away from any listening ears you turned your head over your shoulder to eye the prince suspiciously. "Are you always such a creep? Stalking around corners, looking where you shouldn't, and leading innocent girls away?"
He laughed. "You are far from innocent," he said knowingly, pushing you into an alcove. "Are you too busy being wanton to know how to properly secure a princess' saddle?" Fingers curled around the back of your neck and he tugged your hair to make you look up at him. "All that neediness only to be disappointed by a fellow acolyte's incompetence."
A surprised gasp escaped your lungs. He looked down his nose at you, soft mouth curled into a cruel smile. The hard angles of his face made you want to punch him as much as they made your belly tighten with desire. "So you are always a creep."
"Mayhap if you weren't panting like a bitch in heat I wouldn't have heard you," he mocked as his grip tightened in the hair at the base of your skull.
An inward breath hissed between your teeth. Despite the dull ache, mischief danced behind your features. "You sound jealous, my prince. Did you like what you saw?"
"Hardly," he replied easily. "More like secondhand embarrassment. 'Tis would be a pity to have a broken cock."
Speaking of, you could feel his pressing between your bodies. Goosebumps trailed up and down your skin. Was this really happening? Your chest rose and fell with noticeable breaths, your pupils expanding with each passing moment. "In my experience men are quite disappointing." Taunts were coming slower to your tongue, now.
Aemond's grip eased. That same hand moved forward across your jaw until the tips of his fingers brushed along your lips. "Do you think he'd come if he heard your pretty little moans again?"
You'd had a secret crush on the young prince since the first time you saw him, and you couldn't believe this was happening. You looked up at him with a mixture of pleading and impish delight. "Let's find out."
In this particular alcove there were natural ledges along the walls, and Aemond wasted little time in urging you to sit atop one. His slim hips fit easily between your thighs. Your heartbeat lowered to your core; excitement buzzing your mind as if intoxicated from wine.
"Since your little show I've hardly been able to think of anything else. Are you always so brazen? It's like you knew I was there watching," he said, warm breath fanning the flyaway hairs by your ear. Teeth nipped your delicate lobe and you gasped as more goosebumps tickled across your skin. "The dragonkeeper who makes my cock ache."
"My prince…," you whined, arching your soft chest into his lean torso.
"Mmh… that's what I thought," he said. 
In a fumbling display of desperation, he opened the front of your acolyte garb as you worked open the front of his Targaryen blacks. He freed your breasts and sighed in satisfaction at the sight of them, the feel of them, thumbs grazing over your pebbled nipples. One wide hand splayed down the front of your belly until he met the waist of your bottoms. He unlaced them. "Lift your hips," he said, already beginning to tug the material down. 
"Need you, Prince Aemond," you whispered, reaching to work his belt open.
He didn't stop you, and while you opened his tunic he pulled your bottoms down your thighs. "Such a needy little thing…," he cooed darkly as he eyed your exposed cunt. Evidence of your arousal glistened on your folds and it sent his cock twitching. "Fucking soaked."
There was no hiding it. You were. A blush of half embarrassment burned your cheeks. "Are you gonna keep talking or do something about it?" You taunted with a smirk and bite of your lip.
In answer, he traced up your slit to work your slippery clit. When you gasped and tilted your head back, he took advantage of the gesture and nipped tiny bites all along the exposed curve of your neck. He continued working your bud until it was nice and swollen beneath his attention. "Filthy girl. Shuddering and moaning for all but a stranger. Let's see how many fingers you can take."
You kicked your legs until your bottoms were hanging off one ankle, the fabric partially pooling on the dirty ground as Aemond sunk a finger into you. One was so easy. He crooked it inside your walls even easier. You choked on a gasp, practically hiccuping at the sudden sensation. If that didn't feel good enough, he added a second and that's when your body instinctively clenched around him. Soft moans filled the air around you.
"Fuck… look at your cunt. Watch, girl, see how you take these? Think you can take a third?" He flexed his wrist, thumb circling your throbbing bud, and increased his pace and pressure. Lewd wet sounds accented your moans.
Pressure and pleasure alike built in your core and you were embarrassingly close to peak already. Where you were taunting before, now you could only babble half coherent whimpers. You watched his fingers disappear into you over and over, shiny with your arousal.
Perfect. Just how Aemond wanted you.
"Mm… think I'll save that stretch for my cock." He continued to drive those two digits in and out of you – curling and pressing along all your right spots – while using his free hand to open the front of his trousers. Fully freed, now, he could return his undivided attention to you. 
"Shit… you're so big," you managed to say between breaths, excited eyes wide as his length bobbed with the force of his finger fucking. The growl in his throat at your praise was the final kindle that sent the embers of your belly to a roaring blaze. Lovely white bliss overtook you. Your spine flexed, nipples hardened, and cunt spasmed around his fingers through your orgasm.
Aemond pulled out of you and you barely had time to miss him before he lined his swollen cockhead to your opening. He planted his feet firmly into the ground and thrusted forward, wholly spearing you in half. Curses trembled from both of your mouths as your body yielded to his. "Perfect little cunny," he groaned. He gripped harshly onto your hip, palming and squeezing one of your breasts in the other.
The view of his length sliding in and out of you, along with his rough touch, was enough to send a second orgasm tickling the base of your spine. "Gods! Aemond! I'm… I'm close again," you whined, desperate and pitiful.
That same cruel little grin from before filled his angular face. "Be a good girl and come all over this cock."
And you did.
He didn't relent. He fucked you through it until you were sure you saw stars. Everything else aside from him, and where your bodies joined, disappeared from your mind. Only him. 
Right before climax made him incapable of forming a coherent thought he pulled out of your depths. A powerful wave of throbs sent the entirety of his manhood twitching, and he released ropes of spend all over your belly and thighs. He panted. Sweat beaded along his brow.
"Next time…," he started, voice thick, as he gripped your jaw to turn your attention outside of the alcove. "Let's give him a closer view, hm?" He quirked a pale brow before turning his head over his shoulder, glaring triumphantly at the bystander who witnessed at least some of the tryst.
You couldn't find a single care to give as you smirked breathlessly at the fellow dragonkeeper who disappointed you so.
"Please, my prince."
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