#the first and last gifs have been driving me mad 😭 their hands!!!

[crowleyanthonys]

A lip of the stage. Arms around each other, defiant, scared. Whispering last words to one another…

[aglaias-blog]

"Sleep well, my Queen"

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: This is pure smut. Porn without a plot. MDNI!!!

I felt inspired by this post, found on @hamatoanne 's blog, made me want to write again. Please be gentle with me, it's been a while 😭 anyway, have fun!

TW: afab!reader, corruption kink if you squint, somnophilia, just porn basically

Summary: Aemond wakes one morning, needing you badly. But you are fast asleep. What is he to do?

“Fuck”, he cursed under his breath, as he turned on his back, hiding his face from the sun under his arm. You were still sleeping next to him on your side, your soft body naked under the covers.

The sun rays playing on his face were the first thing that woke him up. The light that was reflecting on his sapphire eye drew colourful patterns on the wall. The warmth was pleasant, the blinding light – not so much. And then came the crushing realization that it was all a dream.

It was a dream that made him wake up with his cock already leaking precum. The dream being a continuation of what happened last night, when you gave yourself to him completely, allowing him to take control. Your body writhing beneath his, no way to escape. And yet you looked so content, so in your own blissful space, so vulnerable, so pure, so open with him - submitting yourself to him, knowing that you were completely safe…

He groaned at the thought, and he couldn’t help himself as his hand travelled down, over his chest, his abdomen and down to his cock that was laying hard on his belly. His fingers wrapped around it, hard, trying to give himself some form of relief as quickly as possible. He kept yanking at it almost angrily, but it wasn’t enough – it wasn’t enough! Fuck!

 It never was enough when he tried to pleasure himself, he always ended up frustrated! It was as if he betrayed his own body, knowing that he needed you, but still trying to find release by himself.

The exasperation was clearly written on his face. His lower lip began to swell slowly as it was trapped between his teeth and he bit down on it hard, his brow furrowed in desperation and his cheeks flushed. It was clear that this wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t do, he needed more, he needed you, he needed-

He snapped around the moment he heard the moan. The moan that he was sure left your mouth. He wasn’t imagining things now, was he? He turned on his side hastily, laying one hand on your upper arm gently. Were- were you awake?

“My love?”, he tried, now slowly tracing your spine with his fingers.

No response. Just another one of those damned soft moans that he usually loved, but now he was sure they were going to drive him mad. If only you knew how badly he wanted you right now.

“Don’t do this to me…”, almost sounding pained, he threw himself back on his back, rubbing his hands over his face.

He was suffering at your hands, and you didn’t even know it! The situation was ridiculous, if he wasn’t so frustrated, he would laugh at it. Running his hand through his loose hair roughly, he tugged at the strands, his other hand buried in the sheets with his knuckles turning white.

Your soft breathing continued, but the quiet moans that kept coming from you made him wonder if you were having the same dream that he had not long ago. He remembered slowly that you two had talked about situations like this - but until now the opportunity had never presented itself, he always had to be somewhere, he always was required by somebody early in the morning, but now…If he had any doubt about taking action, the soft whine that left your body made sure to make any resolve falter. He couldn’t fight the storm that was raging inside him any longer.

“Gods”, he murmured. Turning back on his side, he brought his hand up to your shoulders and traced them gently, before moving down to let his hand slide down your sides, and over your hip. Goosebumps rose on your skin, but there was no change in your breathing pattern, no sign that you were going to wake up. And no sign that you knew what was happening. His heart was beating brutally in his chest - never had he thought that he would find this so arousing. But when his fingers finally found their way to your cunt, every thought was wiped from his mind. He bit back a moan when he realized how wet you were, your wetness already smeared between your upper thighs. It was clear now what kind of dream you were having.

His mouth found its way to your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. He easily slid a finger inside, then two, groaning into your shoulder at the obscene wet sound. Pumping them in and out of you slowly, he quickly knew that you were more than prepared.

If he wasn’t so frustrated, he would be embarrassed about how desperately he wanted to be inside you. But his precum had already formed a wet spot on the bed linen and his mind was foggy with the need for you, for anything you could give him. Any thoughts about his dignity and virtues like patience were left for later. And so, not wasting anymore time, he lined himself up with you quickly, grabbing your hip gently. He couldn’t help the guttural moan that tore from his throat as he finally, finally, was sheathed deep inside you. Your wet, hot core enveloping him completely. He stayed still for a while, doing other wise would have surely made him cum embarrassingly quickly.

He fought the urge to rut into you savagely, trying to keep some form of dignity, trying to hold back, trying to prove to himself that he wasn’t doing any of this selfishly – but there was no denying it. You made him lose control. And the worst part was that you didn’t even know it. You weren’t even aware of the kind of effect you had on him.

Slowly, his hand found its place on your breast, tracing slow circles around your nipple, feeling it harden. He squeezed it hard, the flesh spilling over between his fingers. Then, his fingers slowly ran between your breasts, down over your soft stomach, further down, down, until he finally reached your clit.

He tried to be gentle when he pulled out slowly and pushed himself to the hilt inside of you again. But there was no use, the moment he felt your heat and wetness again, he couldn’t hold himself back. It was addicting.

So he slammed himself into you, over and over again, whimpering into you shoulder, praising you, although he knew that you weren’t even awake.

The moment he touched it, he felt you clench around him. Hard. And he couldn’t hold back his pathetic moan at the sensation. He wanted to feel it again and again, so, encouraged, he rubbed lazy circles around it, circles that quickly became more urgent, the more he felt you squeeze around him.

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You awoke with your body spasming, not knowing what was happening. The hot, white pleasure you felt was almost akin to the one you felt in your dream – but this one felt so much more real. A desperate moan tore from your throat before you could realize why it even formed, and you felt him inside. Instinctively you knew it was him. Only he could reach that spot deep inside you, only he could make you shiver and tremble like this. You felt his warmth, his tall body behind you, moving in and out of you ruthlessly, his moans falling freely from his lips, his hot breath on your shoulder…

And then your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, unforeseen. It completely overwhelmed you, your body trembling so hard you thought he would slip out of you, your body searching for the sensation he gave you, but at the same time trying to escape it, it was too much, too much…

“Aemond!”, you gasped out, your hand blindly reaching for him behind you.

He heard your unsaid plea and held you close, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and stilling his movements, so that he could feel you completely, holding you in place. His angel, his only salvation, spasming on his cock; the only innocent being in his life was having no part in his doing and he almost felt guilty, like you were losing more of your innocence the more time you spent with him.

“Oh, Gods”, you heard him groan through gritted teeth, only now did you realize what was truly happening. The fogginess of sleep had left you now, the confusion you had in the beginning making place for giddiness. You had fantasized about mornings like this, but now that it was happening, you couldn’t believe it. The thrill you felt went through your body like an electric shock.

He knew now that you were awake, if your reaction and the way you held his hand in a tight grip was any indication. Your moans became louder the moment he picked up his merciless pace again, touching that sensitive spot inside you over and over and over again.

“My love – fuck, you’re going – you’re going to make me cum- please”, you heard him moan behind you, as if you were the one in control. He was the one who had his arm wrapped tightly around your torso, while his other hand now had your throat in a tight grip – and yet it felt like he gave himself over to you.

Your moans turned into desperate sobs, the moment he lost control. You were so close to the edge again, your senses heightened to the max. You felt him trembling behind you, drawing one shuddering breath after the other, trying to restrain himself, trying to keep some form of control, but his thrusts grew rougher and rougher and when he felt you clench around him, he couldn’t help himself. He came inside you with a growl, his hips thrust up into you involuntarily, spilling everything inside you, while sinking his teeth into your shoulder, trying to stifle his helpless moans. He felt you clenching down on him hard, your own whimpers and moans spilling from your mouth. His jaw went slack, engrossed in the sensation, he pressed you down on his cock to feel every squeeze of your peak, not allowing you to escape his bruising thrusts.

“Gods, you feel so good, you’re being so good for me”, praises fell from his lips, as he kept you close to his body, littering little kisses on your shoulder. “So, so good for me, princess.”

His frantic breathing slowly calmed down; he was still reveling in the aftershocks of your second orgasm.

“Holy Seven”, he groaned behind you, coming down from his high. His grip on your relaxed slowly, and he began to gently stroke your side with one hand, the other caressing your chest. You relaxed in his embrace, the weight of sleep on your eyelids.

“You did so well, my love”, he murmured, “I’m so proud of you.”

You only hummed in return, your sleepiness catching up to you. But when he tried to pull out of you, your hips chased his to not let him slip out. You heard him chuckle lightly. “Alright, alright…”, he said, and if you only turned around, you’d have seen a cocky grin on his face.

He pulled you close by your hips again, his hand caressing them lazily.

“Sleep well, my Queen”, he whispered in your ear, before drifting off to sleep himself.

[insane4fandoms]

RRRUUAAHHHH RRRUUUAAAHHH

LETS GOOOOOOOO

ITS BEEN A LONG DAY SO IM GOAD I’M FINALLY GIVING YOU MY REACTIONS

Oh yeah, Caliban is finally getting into his feral mode, and I LOVE IT. He’s out for blood, and will rip Mad’s head off.

Snare is out here being a number one good boy, out here making flat tires and preventing a car from working, Caliban is so proud of his boy.

Just imagine Jack and Abby witnessing Mads just getting YOINKED away in a flash after he just stabbed the cabbie car, they’re just sitting there like 🧍🏾🧍🏽‍♀️ “Y’all saw that shit?” “Yeah…”

Caliban telling Ness to take the wheel while he just beats the shit out of Mads reminds me of the older cousin who whenever he drives, he would just say “yo take the wheel,” and would just pull his hands away and grab something from behind while 10 year old me would panic and clutch the wheel tightly while we’re on the highway 😭 he’s a good cousin tho lmao don’t think about it too much.

Caliban do be a bully to Mads lmao, but aren’t we all? He’s my scrungly man that I like to put in a snow globe and shake around vigorously.

Not Caliban straight up biting Mads 😨 bro got them shark teeth and WILL give you an infection, human saliva is legit considered a biohazard when it cuts through the skin and gets into your blood and muscles.

Just imagining Matpat actually saying what Mad is spewing out is so cool, his high pitch voice and giggles makes the tension even more disturbing, and I thrive for it.

Honestly, he did make a good point on cannibals, but at the same time it’s Caliban, he’s a hitman who is smart on making a decision on whether or not someone would be worth keeping alive.

Keep a piece as a trophy, man that’s crazy, bro thinks he’s the alien Predator smh -_-

HELL YEAH THE GOOD OL’ SWITCHEROO (insert title card) Caliban is truly a badass and a terrifying dude.

Mike out here running towards Sparky’s like that one Flint lockwood meme I imagine, but HELL YEAH go find your boyfriend!!

MADS GET OFF OF HIM. NESS YOU SAVE YOUR MAN

YEAH BASH THAT FIRE EXTINGUISHER IN HIS FACE

My boys are finally together (granted in a supply closet hiding for their lives but they’re together nonetheless). Poor Ness is rubbing in pure fear and stress as Mike is just trying to grasp even a small concept of what was happening.

Lmao not them arguing like a married couple even while hiding from the massacre outside the closet.

OH SHIT BEAT HIS ASS CALIBAN, BREAK HIS NOSE. GO FOR THE THROAT MADS

Yeah, why DID you mistake your cyan jacket swearing boyfriend with a bloody teddy bear onesie man who is HOLDING A KNIFE, MIKE??? (I say as I wasn’t the first one who made him do that lol-)

Lol I like the thought of Caliban stopping in his tracks just to think of what Mads was referencing to, and immediately swinging again. (Also LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS REFERENCE??? :O)

OH SHIT HE’S DOWN THE CANNIBAL IS DOWN. Mads is so horrific when he’s all absorbed in his own righteous thoughts, but that’s the thing, he’s too self absorbed in his entitlement.

GET HIS ASS CALIBAN LETS GOOOOOO

Bro that swift breaking the broom and slamming it into Mad’s shoulder was awesome, Caliban out here just scolding his murderous tantrum while digging eh broom in his shoulder. Too cool.

Ugh, my heart. Mike protects Ness from Freddy’s, and Ness protects Mike from Mads. These two have my heart always, also WHY CALIBAN 😭😔

Even while he’s down and bleeding, Mads still needs to have the last word, spewing out his jealous resentment of Ness being the “normal version” of himself.

“I give you that,”

“REALLY?? :D”

“Nope :D”

“D:<“

Ness simply holding an unconscious Mile against himself while ignoring everything around him, including Caliban dragging Mads away, simply listening to Mike’s heartbeat is melancholic.

Eyyy, the duo are here! Time to make a bittersweet, yet somber comic. Coming right up!

Can’t wait for your epilogue friendo

HEY HEY HEY IM HERE IM HERR WITH THE NEXT PART @wouldntyou-liketoknow I GOT IT

Jack is a good roommate and babysitter, I say as he takes Abby to shoot a killer in the head (like I said, good babysitter lmao). Abby feels regret for being threatened and not being able to help her brother, but like Jack said, she’s only ten. Finally, Mike connected the dots and out he goes to save his family. @crazy-obsessed-enby @iswmperson @lexusinsannus

(Don’t worry, I’m not going to expose Caliban, that’s why his headlights are off) Meanwhile, Madpat got exposed (by a taxi)

Madpat proceeded to lose it even more and ran away again, there’s a hole in Jack’s car, Mike is filled with adrenaline and big brother instincts, and Ness and Caliban are silently driving in the darkness.

Shit will go down and I will await for your snippet, hope this doesn’t change what you had in mind 😭