#sweet words

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Aaahh, thank you so much 🥰

I like to think his wife was confused at first, but her worry was more prominent, and she immediately ran after him.

Your Shame

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Self-Doubt, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Aegon and his bad influence, Porn With Plot

Summary: Aegon taught his little brother to please a woman. Those memories are so ingrained in his mind he struggles to let go of those teachings.

A/N: This work was inspired by this ask sent to the lovely @peachysunrise on Tumblr. Thank you so much for letting me use it.

His betrothal to his beloved wife was a surprise to him. He thought he would have to marry a Baratheon. But this fate would befall Daeron, he was to marry a sweet flower from the Reach.

She was a beautiful maiden from House Fossoway of Cider Wall. As sweet as the apples they would get from their apple groves. And more beautiful than her small portrait he was given to have a face to the name. The painter should be thrown into the dungeon as he hadn’t captured her otherworldly beauty. And they said Targaryens had looked like the gods.

They both fell hard and fast. Shared pastime activities like reading about history or philosophy or indulging in a simple piece of lemon cake. Through his dear lady, he began to indulge in baked goods with apples. An apple pie with vanilla sauce was her favourite dessert. At their wedding, he had ordered it to be baked only for her.

He had fallen so hard and so fast in love with his Lady Apple, a nickname he had given her for her love of apples and because of her red cheeks whenever they saw each other, he nearly forgot about his duties in their first night. What would be expected of him and what he expect of himself.

He wanted to give her pleasure beyond her wildest imagination and the written words in romance books.

He writhes above her as he drives into her over and over. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through their marital chamber.

The bed creaked ominously as his hips rocked into hers. The headboard slammed against the stone wall.

He didn't know the act of procreating could feel so... fulfilling. So pleasurable. Anytime he lay with the madam it felt like a chore. He wanted it to end, fast. He preferred to lay in the woman's arms, his mind swirling with shame and disgust after the depraved act.

But with her, this sweet, gentle creature he had the privilege to call his wife, he needed to stay buried in her forever. To last beyond her fulfilment. Show her the depths of his love and devotion.

She had been scared at first, and he understood perfectly. How could she know what husbands and wives did in the night? She was a lady, she was pure. So, innocent.

But her anxiety was taken after he kissed her in the privacy of their chamber with the curtains around their bed drawn shut for more intimacy. They had stolen kisses before. Gods those kisses shared in dark corners of the castle or the safety of the library, they shouldn't be a sin but a worship of the gods.

But like all good things end fast. Too fast. Embarrassingly fast.

He tried to prolong their shared pleasure. His eyes wandered up to the mural of the burning of Harrenhal on his wall. Maybe he tried to draw strength to go on. But he felt it. It was too soon.

He looked down at her, seeing her wide, shiny eyes. Shame creeping up his neck. Spreading across his face.

As fast as he could, he pulled out. Seeing the evidence of his pleasure seep out of her.

Too soon, he had finished too soon.

This cunt, oh this velvet vice he lost himself in. The feeling of euphoria was replaced by shame.

He quickly got out of bed, pushing the curtains away to gather his clothes. Not exposing her naked body. Dressing himself and sprinting to his bed chamber. Tears of frustration gather in his good eye.

Blindly he stumbled to his chamber. Ripping the door open, letting it crash against the wall. It bounced back allowing Aemond to grip it and slam it shut. His vision was getting blurrier. He lost his orientation and footing. Crashing into the small table before he stumbled down on the carpet at the foot of his bed.

He was an embarrassment. Not able to last beyond five slow thrusts. Aegon told him it would disappoint a lady if he didn't finish her off first, or they would finish in union. That he was not a man if he ejaculated before he even brought his wife any ounce of pleasure. Like a lowly, old lord only in need of his wife’s womb. A boy wetting his sword for the first time.

In his despair, he didn't hear his wife's soft steps. He hadn’t seen her follow him. He only felt her warm embrace. How she pulled him against her soft bosom. How she held his head to her body and caressed his cheeks softly.

"Tell me what pains you, my love? Have I done something wrong?" Gods she thought she disappointed him. He wrapped his long arms around her waist and pulled himself even closer to her.

"No, ābrazȳrys. You were... phenomenal. I lost myself in you. Your softness, your warmth." He could feel the desire waking up again in his loins at the memory of their first encounter. But also, the shame. "I am sorry." He whined over and over into her bosom. His tears staining her nightdress and skin. His face was hidden from her eyes.

"For what, my heart? Please don't break." She gently cooed, kissing the crown of his head. Aemond’s heart clenched more at her plea.

"I disappointed you." He cried. "No, you -" "Yes, I emptied myself too fast. Like a... rutting hound." He angrily seethed. His anger on himself. Never at her, gods, he hoped she didn't see that.

She kissed his temple softly. His eye closed at her soothing touch. "You did not disappoint me. You could never. I am honoured that you lost yourself so completely in my body. Your pleasure was too great for you to prolong it."

He cuddled closer into her soft breasts as he lay on the floor. "It’s embarrassing." He mumbled like a small child. "It is sweet and very flattering for me." She countered.

He looked up at her with glassy eyes. "You mean it?" She nodded. "You do not know how many times you have made me come from simply watching you. It is especially hard for me to keep my composure seeing you train or you speaking in your mother tongue."

Her cheeks warmed slightly. His mood rose a bit. "I feel flattered." He whispered.

He suddenly sat up with feline agility. He stood before her, taking her in his arms and carrying her to his bed this time. "Let me make it up to you. You finally deserve fulfilment by my hand and not my actions." Her giggles made his aching cock grow impossibly hard.

He pounced onto her like a predator its prey. She squealed in delight. Her back hit the plush mattress with a thud. A huff escaped her throat.

She stares up at him with a soft smile and wide, shining eyes. Her joy was clear at his playful display of his desire.

He leaned down slowly. His hands held her down as she tried to meet him halfway. His signature half-smirk grew on his thin lips. He wanted to tease her. Prolong everything.

She groaned gently. Trying to escape his hold. But he was steadfast. Holding her down.

He had mercy on her when he saw her pout. Finally leaning down and connecting his lips to her warm, moist once. So soft, like rose petals. He held her face in his large, calloused hand. His thumb traced her cheekbone softly.

She held on to his neck. Her thumb traced the nape of his neck.

Her legs opened to accommodate him, letting him lay himself onto her delicate body. She was his haven on earth.

He whined in disappointment when she leaned back. Their lips no longer connected. She smiled gently up at him, tracing his jaw with her pointer finger. “Would you like to try again?” She whispered so sweetly.

Little minx, he thought. His manhood coming to life once more. Painfully hard by her softness.

“Yes, my love. I want to make up for my… shortcomings.” His cheeks heated up a little. She giggled at his blush. “You fulfilled your duties.” She whispered. He groaned, “To the realm, not to you.”

He kissed her with more heat. His hands wandered all over her body. The fabric of her nightgown was in his way. He growled at the offending material.

He sat up slightly. Taking the neckline of her gown and ripping it in half. He was impatient, not able to undress her properly. He needed to see her soft body.

She gasped, her eyes wide in shock at his display of brutality.

He kissed down her neck. He peppered her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. Eliciting small gasps from his wife.

Her hands weaved into his hair when he nuzzled her beautiful round breasts. He smirked as she arched into his mouth when he licked and sucked at one of her nipples. His hand playing with the other so he wouldn’t neglect it.

She was a mess by the time he sank between her legs. Her desire leaked onto his sheets. “Aemond!” She mewled as he opened her legs wide, dipping his fingers into her dripping core to gather some of her wetness. Diving into her divine heat to show her he was devoted to her pleasure.

It was the hour of the owl when they let go of her. His face soaked in her juices. He looked down at her with a roguish smirk. His wife a panting mess. “Have I redeemed myself, my dear wife?”

She took small gasping breaths as she came down from her overwhelming heights. She didn’t answer him. She lost her ability to form coherent sentences an hour ago.

Like a predator he crawled back up her body, kissing every inch of her skin. Leaving a trail of love bites over her body. Marking her as his. “Are you ready for more, my sweet wife? I have been aching for you.”

A small noise escaped her throat, followed by a small nod. He grinned, aligning his manhood with her abused womanhood. He slowly sank in.

The same sensations washed over him. The warmth and softness of her velvet walls. The vice-like grip. The unmatched pleasure of sinking into her warmth. He groaned deeply. “My love, you make me useless. I could empty my balls right now.”

She smiled gently. Her hands found purchase on his shoulder and lower back. She blushed slightly at where her hands lay, guiding him in and out of her. “Then take it slow. Do not rush.” She whispered as she guided him to euphoria.

[yourlovelyspace]

I want you to know it 💝

[j4jml]

“Today, again, the mind searches for a word: a word Imbibed with wine.” – Faiz Ahmed Faiz

The Search 16/12/2023 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain

[g4al4xyrang3r]

Boothill, regarding your post yesterday about losing your humanity... I cannot help but feel as if you are wrong, and for that I sincerely apologize. However, I will not let my guilt dictate my truths.

It has most likely been difficult for you being turned into what you are now, yet I want you to remember that above all, you are still you.

Your physical body holds no sway in whether you are human or not. It is not defined by that, it is defined by your actions, your compassion, your kindness, your sense of what is right and wrong. And I have seen that you have all of those things in abundance. Just because you have a different body now does not change who you are on the inside, you still have love, you still have empathy.

Most importantly, you still have you.

We do not consider robots human if they are flesh or not, we consider them human if they show humanity. You are wrong, my ranger, and you are human and you are beautiful and you are kind, even in your denial.

I hope this message finds you well, as late as it is,

Argenti. ���� { @butacommonrose }

>Boothill sat, and listened, completely silent, with a serious, but also a somewhat flushed blue expression on his face. he rested his arms on his knees, leaned forward with his metal hands clasped together, taking in the sincere words, as his mechanical heart whirred in his chest. he seemed honored, or touched, if not a little flustered by the kind words used to describe him. He clearly wasn't used to this.< Hmmh... Th-thank you Argenti... that.. really means a lot... yer words have always been so sugary sweet, heheheh... Imna get a cavity jus' from yer sweet talk~.. >He gave a small smirk, and stuck his tongue out a little, before clearing his throat and looking away, hiding away his expression with his hat.< [Voice message converted to text.]

[vices-n-virtues]

Oh wow, i just found myself a new feminine model in life 🌹

You're magnificent, thank you for (unintentionally) giving me hope and courage 🕊

That´s really sweet of you, thank you! You know, we have an infinite source of hope and courage inside us, it´s there, inside you. But an outside hand is always helpful, and I´m really glad I inspired you somehow ❤️

[peaceandnature]

[eleanore-delphinium]

Sneak Peek: The End of the Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods 

She sighed and looked at him with a soft smile, “Anywhere with you.”

He felt like his chest blossomed at her words, “l will be happy.” He finished the thought for her.

It was something they did. It was their thing.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Same AU as

The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods

You can also find the fic linked above in A03 in A Collection of Alternate Damirae Lives

In FF.net DamiRae Entries

[floridagrowngirl]

@floridagrowngirl

[yourlovelyspace]

It's impossible to break 💝

[j4jml]

“Whoever falls in love with the beauty of Essence, he is the master of all existing things.” - Muhammad Iqbal

The Essence 19/03/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain

[venusll9]

"تُدار البيوت بالودِّ لا بالندّ، وتسير مراكبها بالاحترام المتبادل لا بالهجر والتأديب، ويستمرُ قوامها بالتغافل والتنازل لا بالتناطح والكبر، وتعيشُ على الحبِّ والتسامح لا على الإهمال والعناد، وتكبُر بالكلمة الحلوة والتضحية لا بالتجاهل والأنانية!"

[an-experienced-gentleman]

Your sweet words touch me deeply.

Six Sexy Words

[imbadatparking]

you looked at me with softened almond eyes, edges wrinkles up in the way only smile lines can. your eyes always reminded me of those sour apple rings – sugary on the outside, sour on the inside, and I think if the only person you were ever kind to was me, that is all the motivation I need to stay on earth.

your twizzler red lips curled into a smile, chewy rope tilted up and I thought if I leaned over and kissed you, it would be entirely too sweet. I’ve never liked twizzlers, but I’d eat them everyday if it meant just one moment with you.

your laugh is unabashed and loud, the savory butter to your smile’s maple syrup. cozy, warm, and confectionary, I think I could drown in your presence if you weren’t my anchor.

freckles span across your skin like they could tell a future of us. you and me, me and you. maybe laughing at something stupid I said. maybe sharing a bowl of candy. I always thought they were too sweet, but it’s okay – it’s the perfect excuse to give you half anyway.

| k. - I tried to write you something, but I had a reese’s in my mouth and you were smiling so big, I got distracted. - @nosebleedclub xxii. maple syrup

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Omggg this is beautiful. I'm so happy I found tbis page. 🤌 I'm loving the story, I'm almost mad that it ended, Lol I can't wait for chapter 2. Also pls tell me there's a way to kick V ass in near future. Do I need 60% Combat to prove a point. Lmao

HI LOVEBUG!!

Omg you’re so kind!!! Thank you so so much for your support, it means a lot to me!

Listen, there is always opportunity to kick V’s ass. Especially because there might be a training scene with V in the near future… 👀

MC will only get stronger and more competent as time passed. They are running purely on survival instinct right now, but once they start coming into their own? Yea, that’s a badass in the making.

Sending you a warm virtual hug my friend!! 🩵🩵

[yourlovelyspace]

And you even appear in my dreams 💝

[j4jml]

“Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet." – Katharine Lee Bates

The Sweetness 18/07/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain