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House Of The Dragon Masterlist

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Daemon Targaryen:

Bleed For You Fire Like A Targaryen - Part Two

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Bleed For You

Aemond Targaryen:

Say It - My King - My Wife - My Queen - The Heir Let The Know We Are Coming

Aegon II Targaryen:

Say It - My King - My Wife - My Queen - The Heir

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Deserving

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Strong!Reader

Part 2 : "Indulging" - Coming soon

Summary: When you are betrothed to another, Aemond doesn’t want to address it strangely. Annoyed by his reaction, you reminisce about your whole relationship and everything that led to this very night, during the storm, in a tiny inn room with only one bed…

Word count: 11.5k 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI - Angst and sexual tension (so much), fluff and SMUT (4.5k words of it!) Slow burn, forced proximity, mutual pinning, friends to lovers, inexperienced but horny reader, softdom!Aemond, hand kink, praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), passionate p in v sex, sex talk, slight edging, brief voyeurism. Mentions of bullying and choking. English is my second language.

N/A: (This is a REPOST, I was shadowbanned) The way Aemond was portrayed on the show broke my heart. I felt like writing an angsty, emotional and smutty little story about how Aemond’s childhood trauma would affect his relationship with the love of his life. House Strong is alive and no war is afoot in this story. Hope you like it! Also on AO3

“Won’t you say anything at all, my prince?” you asked, your head on his shoulder, looking in his deep violet eye to gauge his reaction.

He opened his mouth hesitantly but avoided your stare. He pressed his lips in a hard line, exhaled loudly through his nose and looked back ahead, concentrating on getting the both of you through this raging storm with Vhagar.

He kept to himself what he was about to say. Again.

You knew you spoke harshly, and you knew how he hated it when you used a formal title to address him. But after all these years, after everything, you thought he was simply aggravating.

You grew up together. You were Aemond’s only real friend, even, so he knew of your short temper and your sharp tongue. He was the same. Yet you could not help but feel heartbroken at the silence he served you this very moment. One thing was certain: you were leaving and it did not please him.

You thought telling him the news after a nice day of flying around and visiting the Stormlands was a good idea. If you were honest with yourself, you hoped he would finally snap and do something. Anything. 

It became a nightmare instead.

The storm was terrible and getting worse by the minute. Drenched from head to toe, your whole body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold. It seemed like you would never be warm again, even if you were on top of a gigantic fiery beast like Vhagar, even as your whole front was pressed against Aemond’s back with your arms circling his waist.

Soaring in the sky on your way back to the Red Keep, you yelpt as the dragon nearly hit a mountain hidden in the dark clouds.

“We have to stop, it is too dangerous.” Aemond warned you before the dragon instantly dived for a clearing near a small village. Holding onto him even tighter, you were absolutely terrified of being thrown off the beast’s back when you landed harshly in some meadow.

He grabbed you by the waist to ease your landing as you jumped down the large net fixed to Vhagar’s side. He went near the dragon’s head, pressed a hand to her scales and softly spoke some words in high valyrian to her. 

Brilliant. His dragon got more words out of him than you did. 

Vhagar seemed to cover herself with one of her large wings as she laid down on the wet grass. When Aemond walked back to you, you raised one hand and adjusted his hood over his head in order to hide his distinctive long silvery hair.

He looked at you with softness in his eye and you heard the faintest of "hm" escape from his chest before he turned around.

You walked fast in the downpour. The silence getting unbearable, you decided to tell him more about your father’s plans.

“The Reach has nice weather, I suppose.” he said, after a long pause.

“...Not as nice as King’s Landing’s don’t you think?” “Maybe you're right…” he replied.

You spoke of never seeing him again and he wanted to discuss the weather?

Tears started to pool in your eyes and you knew your voice would soon start trembling. You stopped talking altogether and walked silently in the heavy rain until you reached what could only be an inn.

“Only one room left, I’m ’fraid. You want it anyway?” asked the innkeeper. Seeing you shivering, he poured ale in two cups and handed you one. Aemond refused. You accepted.

“We’ll take it. And some wine, if you have it.” Aemond answered, dropping a few coins on the counter.

The old man then turned to you.

“How ‘bout you, girl?” he inquired, looking straight down at your soaked dress clinging to your body. "You’re not bad lookin. D’you have time for me later? How much? Love me self some curly hair—.”

“She’s mine,” Aemond growled before you could answer. He moved to shield you from the innkeeper’s wandering eyes and put a hand on his sheathed knife. “And you will not address her in this manner ever again, do you understand?”

He sounded calm. You could not see his face but you knew he looked anything but. Your hand reached for his arm, the one grasping the knife. There was no need for bloodshed, what if there were no other place you could go to in this damn storm? He did not budge, eye fixed on the innkeeper.

“The room, please. Now.” He insisted.

The tension was high, and other patrons began to look your way. The innkeeper seemed to chew on his cheek, definitely not liking the way his customer had threatened him. After what felt like an eternity, the old man grabbed a jug full of wine and handed it to Aemond.

"Upstairs, follow me."

Down a small corridor, you stopped in front of a wooden door. The innkeeper gave Aemond the key and left without a word. Not even looking at you.

The room surely was not as spacious as the one you had in the Red Keep. It was clean, at least, which was a relief in itself as you felt grubby from all the rain and mud. There were two armchairs and a table in front of a large hearth where a fire burned brightly. Gods be good, you thought.

Aemond put down the wine jug on the table and looked around. Then he saw it too.

There was only one bed. The smallest bed your both very privileged selves had ever seen, in fact.

“Take it,” he said under his breath. You see him peeling his hood from his leather clad tunic, leaving it carelessly on the floor. He put down his knife on the table before he slouched in an armchair, throwing his head back and closing his eye.

“Don’t be ridiculous, there’s enough space for the both of us. We used to nap together in the gardens all the time when we were younger, what’s the difference?” you replied.

“It wouldn’t be proper.” he mumbled, to which you chuckled slightly.

You just spent the day clinging to his whole body while flying around on Vhagar’s back. How proper was it when he would let you feel every muscle he had on his chest while you held onto him. How proper was it when you buried your nose in his neck and he sighed. You felt his heart beating faster every time your hands changed spots, trying to warm them. He could not possibly be serious with his talk of propriety.

“It’s only me, Aemond.”

“You are betrothed.” he said in a cold tone he never used with you before.

Now you were the silent one.

You looked at him for a while, frozen in place. In all these years, had he never thought of marrying you?

You were betrothed to another, and he acted as if it was a matter of no importance. You were leaving King’s Landing and he would not address it. All he had to do was say the words you longed to hear. “Stay”, for one... 

“You are staring” he taunted, startling you with his mixed signals.

You turned around but still glanced at him from the corner of your eye. Truthfully, you could not stop looking at him. His neck… his jawline… the rain gave curls to his long hair cascading down the backrest of his armchair… You were particularly fond of his hair like that. It was a rare sight. 

“Sorry if I was expecting you to be civilized and have a conversation with me.” you sneered. “You know, while we still can. ”

How could he be so calm? Nobody knew where you were. A prince, his dragon and the daughter of the Hand were missing. You imagined your father would be absolutely mortified. Then again, he knew you. You were not one to follow the rules and getting stuck in a storm was exactly the kind of tomfoolery he would expect from you. Somehow, this time, it seemed worse.

Both of you were drenched; confined to one small room; completely alone, in the middle of nowhere.

But as bad as it was, you thought it was the perfect situation. You could both have what you always wanted. So why was he holding back?

She’s mine, he said. His words kept echoing in your head.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Still shivering, you knew the only way to ever feel warm again was to let your dress dry. Only, of all the scenarios you built in your head about your adventures in the Stormlands, undressing in front of him was not what you imagined— No. No, that was a lie.

You imagined it. You imagined it almost every night lately, in fact.

At the hour of owl, while you laid naked on the large bed in your chambers, you imagined his hands roaming free on your body. You would pretend he caressed your hardening breasts, pressed his curled lips on the most intimate part of you… you would even whisper his name ever so faintly when reaching your peak with your fingers…

All of a sudden, you felt like you were burning. You poured yourself a cup of wine and gulped half of it, for confidence if anything.

If he would not say a thing, then you would take charge. You waited long enough for this.

You remembered when it began, when you were 13 years of age...

Both of you felt left out when all the children went to the dragon pit. Not having a dragon was particularly hard for Aemond. His older brother and nephews were bullying him incessantly for it. It made him hopeless, like he was not a real Targaryen. However, the time he did not spend on dragonback, he spent with you.

Every evening, you would be in the library, trading books you enjoyed. Your father was a scholar and knew the importance of giving an adequate education to both his sons and daughters. It also meant you could train in the yard with the other boys.

You were good. Aemond was better.

Sometimes, the both of you would sneak into the kitchens at night to steal pastries and enjoy them secretly in the gardens. 

One night in particular, while you laid in the tall grass and looked at the starry sky with bellies full of lemon cakes and candied plums, he propped up on one arm, grabbed your neck and swiftly kissed you.

Stunned, you giggled. He shrugged, embarrassed.

Filled with remorse, you grabbed his tunic, pulled him closer and kissed him back. He seemed shocked, but you found a glimpse of relief in his gaze.

Then you licked half his face in retaliation.

Laughing loudly, you almost woke the entire castle as you chased each other through the echoing stone hallways. You were both so young, but you never forgot that moment. How it had been strange to have him press his lips on yours but also how you secretly enjoyed it. 

Or not so secretly. After that, he liked teasing you. Sometimes, when you would least expect it, and in the most inconvenient of places, he planted a kiss on your lips. Everytime, he stepped back to enjoy your reaction; the flush on your cheeks, your surprised stare and most of all, he waited to see if you would kiss him back. Once, Ser Criston almost caught you playing that little game when you were training with daggers. You had the upper hand, but as you were about to say “yield”, he distracted you with his kiss and the next thing you knew, you hit the ground, bested by your opponent.

Then came that night.

You were not there when it happened. While he did something extraordinary and claimed the largest dragon in the world, his nephews and nieces saw it as arrogance and resented him bitterly. The siblings argued that the lady Rhaena should have been the one to claim her mother’s dragon.

But “Dragons are no slaves. A bond can not be forged purely out of legacy,” you remember reading in a book once.

Fists balled up, knives came out and blood was drawn. Everybody gathered in the hall, including you and your father the Hand. Now the adults were fighting too.

You learned that Aemond called his nephews bastards. But that was not all. He also claimed they were your older brother’s bastards.

Even though it pained you to hear such slander, you were more concerned about your friend. You knew something bad happened. You could see blood all over his tunic. Unfortunately, every time you tried to approach him, he turned his head around so you could not see.

Then Queen Alicent attacked Princess Rhaenyra, asking for her son’s eye in retribution. It dawned on you that Aemond lost an eye that night.

He scurried out of the hall with his mother and Ser Criston in tow before you could speak to him. You tried to go to his room but he would not let you in.

Claiming Vhagar was a big deal. He had a dragon now. His most ardent wish came true. You knew he would want to tell you all about it. You even imagined traveling to King's Landing on dragonback with him.

To your dismay, Driftmark slowly disappeared in the fog as you stood on the ship deck. Alone.

You saw Vhagar rise from Driftmark’s sandy beach dunes and fly way up above you. The beast was so large, its shadow made it seemed like it was night for a moment. You watched as the dragon disappeared in the horizon with your friend as well. Then and there, you almost felt like he was stolen from you.

You only saw him again when you got to King’s Landing two days later. He wore a bandage on half his head and you wondered why he had to cover such a large portion of his face.

With hindsight, you realized he did not wish for you to see him at his worst. You knew about the eye, but not the long scar that now marred his face.

His wound eventually healed but some insensitive comments took their toll on him, you assumed.

“They saw me without the bandage. They are scared of me,” he once said to his mother, not knowing you heard from across the room.

“You are not scary, my sweet boy.” replied Queen Alicent, embracing her precious son in her arms. “Ask y/n. If your own mother can’t convince you, then maybe she will. Just be mindful of your words. They can be harsh sometimes. Despite the many rumors surrounding her brother and Princess Rhaenyra, don’t slander her house. She will grow to resent you.”

He nodded. And he showed you his face that day.

First, you noticed the eyepatch. But then you saw the long scar that went from his forehead to his jaw. Oh how he looked at you intensely, searching for any glimpse of disgust on your face. 

All he found was sorrow.

You could not even begin to imagine the pain he went through. You almost felt it yourself.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you… does it hurt?”

“Sometimes. It’s numb, mostly. I did try to do something with… you know–” he said, pointing at the leather eyepatch. “– but a few servants saw me and they looked terrified…I’ll have to get used to wearing it.” When you asked what he meant, he reluctantly took off the eyepatch and showed you. Where his right eye should have been was now a gemstone. The biggest you had ever seen, in fact.

“It’s beautiful, Aemond,” you admitted, genuinely. Truth be told, you were mesmerized. It looked nice, stylish even. “It’s a sapphire, isn’t it? I like it, it matches the colors of my house.”

Sadly, your kind words of reassurance did not appease him. Thereafter, you only ever saw him with the eyepatch. Your words did have an impact on him, however.

As you got to the library one night, you found a velvet pouch on the desk you usually sat at.

“You said it was the color of your house.” he spoke, shy.

In the pouch was a silver necklace with dangling pearls and a beautiful blue sapphire in the middle. Seeing how you loved it, Aemond gave you the most genuine smile you had seen him do since the accident.

You tried to kiss him as you so often did, but you stopped the moment you saw the look in his eye. He seemed uneasy. You held his hand instead and thanked him. You never wore anything else.

Then, things started to change.

Soon enough, you both were 18 years of age...

Aemond’s whole demeanor changed, in fact.

You saw how people were looking at him. How they stared at the eyepatch instead of his eye when talking to him. The fake compliments he received and the snickers when they walked away from him. 

You knew it affected him greatly but he never let it show. He became calm and collected. He kept his sharp tongue for his nephews and nieces though. You knew he still held a grudge after all these years and frankly, you could not blame him. But for someone so clever and calculating, sometimes he did not think.

“Come. Let us drain our cups to these three Strong Boys,” he said once, in front of the whole Targaryen family, including you, during dinner.

It started a brawl. Again.

Wounded by the harshness of his words thrown about your family, you stood up and left.

Resenting the people responsible for his missing eye was one thing, but did he have to bring your older brother into this once more? If that is what he thought of your house, what could he be thinking of you then?

Realizing all too late he hurt you in the process, Aemond followed you to your chambers and begged for your forgiveness.

You did, for he was your dearest friend and seeing him beg was a sight in itself. You knew he did not mean to cause you pain, but you warned him that you would not have any more of it. 

After that, he was very careful with his words around you. Sometimes, he was awfully silent even. Words against House Strong cost him an eye once and resentment from you that night at dinner, afterall. So often he would answer with a simple “hm” now. It was infuriating, sometimes.

You felt his struggle. You hoped you could blow the cobwebs away by planning various adventures with him. You would leave on dragonback and visit neighboring regions. You drank dornish wine in fields of flowers; climbed mountains to enjoy the view; bathed in springs definitely too cold to be bathed in. He seemed more at ease when you were alone. He smiled, he jested. Ah you loved having him all to yourself.

Claiming Vhagar gave him so much confidence. Even Prince Aegon would not dare bully him now that Aemond was taller and stronger than him. He was an even better fighter too.

You still trained with the sword together in the morning. If you were honest with yourself, you liked training in the yard because you got to see Aemond in his training gear. He indeed grew taller. His shoulders were broader. His voice got deeper. He kept his hair long now too. He looked ethereal. You loved watching him practice his knife tricks, particularly how he spinned the handle between his now long and slender fingers.

You also loved to train with daggers because you would get closer to him. Swords kept you away but fighting with daggers and knives was so much more intimate. Sometimes you would let him beat you only to be held in his arms. Something about him pressing his body to yours while commanding you to yield made you feel all sorts of ways. 

Your septa told you time and time again that it was unladylike, especially at your age, to spend so much time fighting with boys.

You never listened.

There were also rumors that the princes were frequenting brothels in the street of silk. You believed it of Prince Aegon, but you knew Aemond was not for he spent his days in your company. He did have princely duties from time to time, but otherwise, even his evenings remained yours, in the library or in the gardens for a midnight stroll.

The only thing he never did again was kissing you.

You always acted surprised when he did that but in reality, you thoroughly enjoyed it. As the years went on, you began to think it was only a children's game.

Still, you would catch him staring at you quite often now. Once, you caught him glancing at your bosom while you were both reading in the library. He blushed so hard, you thought he stopped breathing all together.

It was you teasing him now.

Deep down, you knew how he felt about you. You felt the same way too. Maybe he just needed some encouragement.

You started with new dresses. They were tighter, low-cut and showed much more of your now adult body. You also decided that, from time to time, you would show up to your evening reading sessions in the library in nothing but your best nightgown and the necklace he gave you now resting in the valley between your plump breasts.

The first time he saw you so inappropriately dressed, you were delighted by his reaction. He did not blink once. He looked you up and down, greeted you and then never averted his eye from his book. He was holding onto the binding with such force his knuckles turned white. Even as you looked in his eye, there was no movement.

“Whatever is the matter, your grace?” you teased, using a formal title.

The prince was so shocked he could no longer read the wise words of Maester Octavis on warfare during Maegor The Cruel’s reign. He cooled down after a while…

…but it was your turn to burn now.

You pretended to be absorbed in your readings on the free cities of Essos, but you were only looking at his hands. The way his veins popped when he flexed his fingers; how he pinched the corners to turn a page; the slight stimming…

You were grateful your father never pressed the matter of marriage with you. As it happened, you reminded him so much of your late mother that he loved having you around in the Red Keep. He told you once he would wait for the perfect match and nothing else. Part of you hoped Aemond would eventually step up and ask for your hand.

Suddenly, the lords of the realm wanted to dance with you at balls and asked for your favor at tourneys. The attention you got overwhelmed you quite a bit. You tried dancing with potential suitors, but you weren’t remotely interested in any of them. Only your prince.

Aemond often swept in to make sure you were okay and that no lords were bothering you. Every time, he dared dance so close to you, you did not know how proper it was.

But did you care? Not really.

You could smell his hair. He smelled of amber and sandalwood. Each time, his scent would drive you mad with lust. The things you imagined him doing to you… and you to him. Not that you were well versed in the art. You had only ever touched yourself… thinking of him.

Thinking of his fingers trailing on your skin; his lips leaving burning kisses on your neck; his hands everywhere on your body but especially between your legs; you holding him close, so close you could feel every part of him, get lost in his scent, in his heat…

Despite your blatant inexperience… you had seen things.

One day, Aemond let you sit in front of him on Vaghar while you got back from one of your adventures near Gulltown. Riding Vhagar was an exhilarating experience in itself, but your mind was focused on the dragon behind you.

While you held the reins, Aemond held you. Tight.

You felt his breath on your neck. He nuzzled your shoulder. His warm hands sometimes caressed your sides, so close to your breasts… you could be wrong, but you swore he sighed at some point.

When you got back, Aemond had princely duties and could not join you in the library that evening.

You were rarely left to your own devices, it was unusual. The castle being so large, you decided to explore the wings you never go to to pass the time. 

The east tower was barely lit. It was late and its corridors were deserted even though you were close to the ever so busy servants quarters.

Then you heard noises. Voices, maybe? It kept echoing on the stone walls and vaulted ceilings.

You walked quietly to locate where it came from and happened upon two servants entwined in the throes of passion. Or at least, that is what you thought it was for you could barely see them in the dark. You were so curious, you could not help but peek.

Well hidden in a corner, the woman leaned against a wall, bunching her skirt up to her waist while the man seemed to devour her cunt. One leg over his shoulder, she was shuddering and mewling under his ministrations, completely lost in her pleasure. It was only after she moaned even loudly that the man let go of her shaking thighs, stood up, cupped her face with both hands and kissed her longingly.

Your whole body froze when you recognized the man’s long silvery white hair.

He turned her around and snaked his arms around her waist while he left searing kisses on her neck and shoulder. She bent over as he hurriedly unlaced his pants, kicking her feet so she spread her legs more.

You could not see from your angle but from the sounds that escaped her mouth, he took her.

Hard.

And she loved it.

You heard the lewd sound of flesh slapping while he pounded into her. He grunted as his fingers dug in her waist. His hair was untied and messy like you had never seen.

When you started panting yourself, you looked away. You knew you were witnessing something you should not. You made sure they could not hear the sound of your steps as you left the scene.

You did hear one more thing, though. Something that left you in quite a state.

He moaned your name.

You felt such a heat in your belly that you thought you were on fire. You never looked at him the same after that. You knew he burned for you as well. But why was he seeking pleasure in the arms of others when you were right there.

That night in your bedchambers, even as you gripped your sheets, writhing, moaning and coming for the third time… you thought your fingers would not do anymore.

You wanted more.

And you wanted him.

A little before your twentieth name day- yesterday, in fact...

Your father told you about your betrothal. The eldest son of Lord Martyn Tyrell of Highgarden was young, handsome, kind, educated, great with the sword and heir to his father’s title and castle. Your father had finally found you a match he deemed worthy of you. You were also to leave King’s Landing in a moon turn to meet your future lord husband and acquaint yourself with your new home. You felt your world shattering under your feet.

“Aemond is the man I wish to marry,” you declared.

“It’s Prince Aemond, to you. Don’t forget your place,” he corrected you. “And you know I can’t abuse the power the king conferred on me as Hand to arrange a match like that. My sweet girl, I know the prince is dear to you… but it is he who should ask the king for permission to marry you. Not me.”

That evening, you did not go to the library.

You cried in your bed until your head hurt, clutching the sapphire and pearl necklace Aemond gave you. When you heard him knocking on your door later, you felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m fine,” you said through the door, trying to calm your shaky voice. “I was simply tired. Goodnight, Aemond.”

“Goodnight, y/n… see you in the training yard then.”

You did not go to train with him the next morning either.

You dreaded the moment when you would have no choice but to tell him. The sun was not high in the sky when he knocked on your door again. This time you answered. He looked you up and down, surprised to see you in a riding dress. “I missed you at training,” he confessed. “Going somewhere?” “Let’s leave the city for the day.” You said. “Do you think Vhagar would like to visit the Stormlands? I hear the water is so clear in Tarth they call it the sapphire isle.” “With all due respect, ‘tis I who decides where I fly my dragon, my lady,” he replied playfully, but you still felt a little ashamed of your boldness. “But yes, as you wish.”

And here you were. Struck in an inn, somewhere in the Stormlands, with a silent prince...

He almost seemed asleep in his armchair in front of the fire. You could not bear the silence anymore. If he had feelings for you, then you would make him speak plainly.

You downed the last half of your cup before you started undressing. First, your cloak.

As you hung it on a hook on the wall, you peeked at your prince. To your surprise, he did not move an inch. You can only see one of his hands stimming slightly on the armrest.

Your boots were next— a real agony considering how soggy they were and how painfully long it took to unlace them. Leaving wet footprints on the floor, you walked to the hearth and let them fall loudly in front of the fire. Your eyes flutter again to Aemond. 

No reaction.

At this point, you did not know if you were annoyed or downright infuriated. You looked at the small bed again and you could only think about him taking you like he did that maid.

You shook your head. You had to focus.

Tugging at the strings at your waist, your skirt pooled at your feet, thus revealing your legs. Thankfully, you had a small linen shift underneath, barely covering you down to your knees. You were putting down the skirt on the wooden table when you noticed it. Finally.

Even if the room was dark, only lit by the fire and the moonlight, you spied one violet eye gazing at you intently.

For a moment, you feared he could hear your heart beating frantically. His silence affected you greatly, but you found comfort in the fact that he could not resist looking at you undressing. Men seemed to be simple creatures, afterall.

You tried to unbutton the bodice of your dress but the stiff fabric made it hard for you to reach back. Why did clothes have to be so complicated to put on and take off. It dawned on you that you would need his help to get out of this wet mess of a dress.

Turning around quickly, thinking you would catch him staring, you saw his head facing the other way. You approached and stood between him and the fire. The shadow you casted made him look at you. 

"I need your help. Would you unbutton my bodice please." you managed to say calmly.

His stare was hard to decipher but he seemed conflicted. First he looked into your eyes… then his gaze fell down to your bodice… next it wandered to the silhouette of your legs. He could see every curve of your body, the fire behind you glowing through your white shift. You felt naked under his stare.

He looked serious. So serious his left hand stopped stimming. Slowly, he rose from the armchair and waited for you to turn around.

And you did. You were waiting for him to make a snarky comment or jest about what a proper lady you were, but again, you were cursed with silence. 

There were at least 15 buttons that went all the way down to your lower back. You felt his calloused hands brushing against your neck as he parted your long hair. A small sigh escaped your lips.

He went through each button at an excruciatingly slow pace. You hoped he felt the goosebumps appearing where his fingers touched you. The frisson was almost unbearable.

When he got to the last button, he froze momentarily. You could not take it anymore.

You turned around quickly, got up on your toes, reached for his neck and crashed your lips onto his. Just as he used to do when you were younger. His lips were unexpectedly soft. Not what you remembered, but better. You wished the kiss lasted longer, but now you waited for his reaction.

He only ever looked at you without blinking. He exhaled loudly, looking down at your bodice dangling off your shoulders, revealing the rest of your shift. His eye darkened and you were now worried you angered him.

“Y/n, please,” he pleaded. He sounded desperate and vexed all at once.

The dam burst.

"I am sorry Aemond. I know I spoke harshly when we were on Vhagar but this is ridiculous. I need to know how you feel about me leaving King’s Landing. I’m to leave for The Reach in a moon turn. I’m leaving, Aemond.” You said over and over to make sure he heard you loud and clear. “I understand if you hate me right now but I can’t stand the silence. I won’t have it. We will discuss this."

“I could never– hm– hate you.” he replied, startled mid sentence as you snatched the bodice off of you and threw it on the table behind him. Only wearing the shift and the necklace he gave you, you stood tall even if he towered over you.

“I’M LEAVING.” You repeated, losing patience.

“I KNOW.” He growled, losing his legendary calm and jolting you.

“Then say something!” you pressed, grabbing his tunic with both hands. “I don’t want to go to The Reach, Aemond. I want to stay in King’s Landing with you. I want you.”

There, you said it. Eye wide open, he looked down at you, then at your hands tugging at his clothes.

“Your days are mine already,” you said, pulling him to you, pressing your whole body to his. “I wish to claim your nights too.”

He seemed hesitant but mostly, he looked panicked. He clenched his jaw and his lips twitched as though he was about to say something so incriminating he feared putting it into words. 

His hands found your waist, rumpling the fabric of your shift. You slowly melted into his warm embrace. His breath was ragged. You waited for his answer. Your heart was about to burst from the anticipation.

“Say it. Say you want me too.”

And you waited some more. You could not draw breath. He tensed, opening his mouth to speak but not a single word coming out. Feeling the tears coming, you bit your lip to stop your chin from quivering.

Just like you knew he would, he stayed silent.

“Fine,” you abdicated. “Then I bid you goodnight, my prince ”.

You let go of his tunic but he held on to your arms. You angrily twisted yourself to get out. You held each other's gaze while you unceremoniously took off the necklace he gifted you and threw it on top of your discarded dress. You climbed in the bed, pulled the covers and turned to face the wall. 

It is said that silence is louder than words, sometimes. Well this time, it was deafening. 

From his shadow on the wall, you saw he did not move an inch. With cheeks wet from fresh tears, you curled up, desperately looking for warmth but the damn stone wall was so cold. It made you even more angry. In all your life, you had never felt so exasperated.

The silence stopped when you heard him pour wine in a cup. He drank it all. Then he started to undress.

You heard the thudding of his boots hitting the floor, one after the other… then the clinging of metal clasps… the creaking of his leather tunic… the clattering of his belt and pants hitting the floor…then silence again.

Unexpectedly, the sheets moved, sending cold air on your shivering body. You felt him hastily lying down on the bed next to you. You don’t know what came over you, but you said it anyway.

“I thought it would be improper”, your sharp tongue throwing his own words back at him.

“You are freezing,” he muttered.

He pressed his whole front to your back and rubbed your arm with his hand. When he buried his face in your neck, some of his long hair fell in front of you and you got overwhelmed by his amber and sandalwood scent. His breath on your shoulder sent shivers down your spine and almost made you arched your back into him. You were awfully confused, tears on your cheeks but desire brewing inside you.

You wished you had the will to pull away but you craved his touch. His hands were on you. Touching you, rubbing you, caressing you, now down your side.

For a daughter of House Strong, you sure were weak this instant.

He chose this moment to finally speak.

“You don’t want me, y/n.”

These few words gave you the strength to turn around and look him in the eye. His mixed signals were simply baffling. It almost drove you mad.

Though, when your gaze fell upon his face, you thought he looked defeated. You noticed he kept his undershirt and his eyepatch but wore nothing else.

“Is that an order, my prince?” you asked defiantly, tears still in your eyes.

“Just look at me.” He said harshly.

“That’s all I’ve been doing for years, Aemond.” 

“You can’t possibly want this.” he said, making a gesture at his head.

You cupped his face with your dainty fingers. Distressed as he was, he still welcomed your gentle touch. Then your hand traveled upwards and you hooked a finger beneath the leather band of his eyepatch. You waited for him to give you permission. “Let me see all of you.”

After a few seconds, he nodded. Uncovering his sapphire eye, it glinted with the light from the creaking fire. He closed his good eye when the pads of your fingers grazed his marred cheek. And when he felt your lips on the bottom of his scar, his breath caught in his throat.

“Why do you think I’d wear a damn nightgown to the library when it’s in the coldest part of the castle?” you asked in his ear, your cheek resting on the scarred side of his face. He sighed. One of his hands found your waist, pulling you slightly to him.

“Why do you think I was kissing you back when you teased me?” you added, reaching for his hair tie. His long silvery-white hair fell around his face.

“Aemond, I’ve been throwing myself at you for years now.”

“I know… I’m missing an eye, I’m not blind.”

Then you get it.

“Is that why you grew so distant? Do you think me so feeble that I would begrudge you for missing an eye?”

“Everybody does,” he admitted with a bitterness that crushed your heart. “Why do you think I train with the sword, study history and philosophy, and ride a huge fucking dragon daily? I have to be all of those things so people can see me as a man.”

“I don’t care about all that. Two eyes, one or even none, I don’t care. I just want you.”

“I don’t want that for you, don’t you understand?” he snapped, cupping your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him straight in his eye. “You want to be married to the court’s freak? Is that what you want? To be the lady wife of the scary one-eyed prince? Hearing people snickering behind your back? See them turn around when you are coming their way with me at your arm? The nosy court ladies asking if I keep the eyepatch on all the time, even when I fuck you? You want that?”

At the sound of his harsh words, you circled your arms around him and held him close to you. Your words failed, but maybe your actions would prevail.

Your face buried in his neck and hair, you knew he needed the embrace more than you did. You felt his arms caging you in, even a leg wrapping around yours.

You knew it was bad, but you had no knowledge of how bad it really was. He never spoke about these things.

“There will come a day when you will resent me for casting this burden upon you and I could not bear to see you grieve a life free from relentless mockery.” He said in your ear. “I didn’t encourage you… because I knew you couldn’t possibly be happy with a cripple for a husband.”

“Stop it.” you whispered in his ear, silent tears streaming down your cheeks again.

You stayed like this for a long time. He nuzzled your shoulder, breathed in your scent, clinged to your whole body with his fingers stroking your hair and back. He craved your touch. He needed comfort. He spoke of sparing you, yet he undoubtedly desired naught but you. 

You fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was far from what you imagined it would be like, but at last, you claimed one of his nights.

It was almost morning...

When you woke up, the sky was light but the sun had yet to rise. The storm passed and warm fresh air flowed in from the open window. It seemed like a beautiful summer day was about to begin.

All warmed up in Aemond’s embrace, you realized he never let go of you throughout the night. Now facing away from him, your legs were tangled, his arm laid limply around your waist and his face rested in your neck. His breath fanned your shoulder soothingly.

You felt at peace, a smile curling your lips. But despite his comforting heat appeasing you, your mind could only focus on one thing: his manhood.

Long, hard… and keenly digging in your backside.

You wiggled a bit. He only grunted and you felt his hand coming up to hold one of your breasts. Arching into him instinctually, you pressed yourself against him even more. You could not help yourself, you began to rock your hips slightly.

Sleep could never be found again, not while you were so intimately entwined.

“Stop doing that,” huffed a husky voice behind you. “Doing what?” you probed, your hand now gently rubbing his hip though his undershirt.

He let go of your breast and went for your neck instead, squeezing it lightly with his slender fingers.

You were definitely awake now. Awake and burning. 

“I’m trying to stay proper, but you make it really hard,” he said gruffly.

“That I know” you answered with a chuckle, ignoring his warning and still rocking your backside against his stiff cock. “What a poor choice of words.”

The hand gripping at your throat went to your hip instead to stop your sweet torture.

But with your skin so soft, your scent so enticing and your nearly naked body obviously craving his touch, he started grinding into you too. 

“Yes, very proper of you.” you taunted him. 

You felt every inch of his through your linen shift. He seems big, you thought. The prospect of finally having him left you in such a state. You desired him so ardently you clenched your thighs together to prevent your slick from dripping down your leg. He nuzzled your neck, bit it too, making a mewling mess out of you.

It took all your will to stop him. As much as you were enjoying this, you felt like things were not settled yet. You sat in the bed and gazed upon him, a questioning look lingering on his face. 

“Let me say it again, so you will believe me this time. You feel like you have to spare me somehow, but I won’t even entertain the idea. I’m a strong lady, am I not?”

He looked at you attentively.

“You are the only man I have ever desired. I want you. ” It took a moment, but from his lips came your salvation.

“I was always yours,” he confessed, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers.

You felt it through your bones. His intense gaze went to your mouth, fixed on the plump of your lips. His hand reached for your face and cupped it gently, his thumb brushing your cheek lovingly.

He knew you would not accept any more arguments from him. The fact that you wanted him in spite of everything was baffling, but he lacked the strength to fight it anymore. He surrendered himself to you, for he was undeniably yours and you were inexplicably his.

“Then claim me.” you pleaded, yearning for his touch.

“I’ll make my demand to the King the minute we get back. I’ll speak to your father as well. The Tyrell boy can go fuck himself.” he said, brushing away your hair from your face. “You will be mine. You have my word.”

You were overcome with relief. King’s Landing was your home. It was where you read books, trained with the sword and where your prince was. And now, Aemond Targaryen wanted you to wife. Gods be good, it was everything you had ever wanted… but…

“The gods know I waited a long time for this… but I wasn’t talking about that…” you confessed, looking at him seriously. Holding his gaze, you moved to straddle him..

“Y/n!” he yelped, astonished yet incredibly aroused by your audacity. His hands went straight to your hips to stabilize you. You felt his cock brushing against your folds and you almost lost it.

“I-I saw you once,” you confessed, looking down at him. “...with a maid… In the east tower.”

He froze at your statement, but that did not stop you. You grabbed the bottom of his undershirt.

“I heard you scream my name.” you said, pulling on the fabric to tease him. He clenched his jaw. 

His hands fisted your white shift as well. He looked at you with fire in his eye, and not one you can easily extinguish. His composure hung by a thread. Lips parted, he looked at you like you were a goddess. You almost had him. He throbbed against your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

You bent down and your hardened nipples brushed against his chest though your linen shifts. Your mouth ghosting his, you inched up every time he tried to close the gap. You went to kiss the underside of his jaw instead. He growled, snaking his scorching hot hands on your back, under your shift.

“Don’t you want to know what I feel like?” you said in his ear, gnawing at his lobe. “Hear me scream your name.”

He exhaled loudly. You were most impressed at how good you were at making him unravel. He always loved your feistiness and how strong you were (with no trace of irony). You gave him back the same fiery energy. It was irritating and entrancing in equal measure.

And if you needed to be crass to finally get what you wanted, then so be it.

“I touch myself every night thinking only of you,” you hushed without any shame, tormenting him with a sudden rolling of your hips. “I want to know what you feel like too.”

He cursed under his breath. You could feel his walls crumbling around him. You pressed your forehead against his, keeping your lips awfully close to his. And now, the coup de grace…

“Kiss me… see what I do in return, this time.”

And you had him.

He sank into your touch, grabbed your face with both hands and crashed his lips on yours in a bruising kiss. He devoured you, his tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. You hummed into it, feeling the heat flood your whole body. His lips were insistent, desperate to taste you as much as he craved your touch.

You felt his hunger, his despair and his desire all at once. You gave him unreservedly what he denied himself for so long. And he could not get enough of you.

You were his. His to take. His to touch. His to love. And he was yours. Yours to keep. Yours to feel. Yours to cherish.

You attempted to sit back up to rid yourself of your shift but he stopped you.

“Hmm, no. You’ve done enough now.” He muttered.

Without warning, he shifted you– manhandled you, more like– so you were under him. Kneeling between your spreaded legs, he took off his undershirt while you watched eagerly. You bit your lip as you admired his delicate ivory skin, his large shoulders, his toned chest, the V shape of his hip bones…He was divine. His manhood was also revealed to you and your doubts were confirmed. He was well-endowed indeed. Precum leaked from the tip of his long cock and ran down your thigh already. For the first time, nervousness got to you but you did not let it show.

Then he grabbed your shift and proceeded to rip it in half with his bare hands. “Seven hells, was that really necessary?” you asked, knowing full well you woke the dragon.

“I believe so, yes. You’ve been insufferable, my lady.” he reproached you, throwing what was left of the garments across the room. He looked down and took in the view of your naked body laying under him without touching you. 

“Insufferable, really?” you smirked, extending your fingers to touch his abdomen but he slapped your hand.

He came down and crushed you under his weight. He kissed your neck, licked it, bit it, sucked at it, anything to leave behind bruises you could hardly hide with your low-cut dresses now. You felt your own wetness leaking down to your backside.

He made known what roused his ire.

“Insufferable, yes,” he said in a low voice, pulling your hair to expose your neck even more. “Missing the morning sparring practice, for instance. Your absence was so distracting, Aegon almost skewered me.”

You chuckled, poking a finger in his side. He slapped your hand again.

Oh he’s actually angry, you thought.

“Dressing inappropriately in the library so I can’t read a damn word of my book,” his tongue flicked your erect nipple while his hand caressed your other breast. “Every time, I went back to my chambers with damp trousers, a hard cock and only my hand to see to it.”

Never had you heard him speak so vulgarly. He grinded into you to show how hard he was for you, brushing against your clit with every thrust. His breath fanned over you and goosebumps popped all over your chest.

“And just now? Coaxing your prince into marriage? Grinding all over him while he tries to stay proper? Very unladylike, but then again… you don’t want to be treated like a lady, don't you?”

His teeth grazed against the column of your neck and he came up to bite your bottom lip.

“I have always liked your insolence, y/n, but I think you are in serious need of discipline.”

“You are no better,” you said, smirking in his kiss, your hips meeting his movements, your bare cunt brushing against his hard cock. “You let my hands roam all over you when we fly on Vhagar. I always end up in your arms when we train with daggers. You glance at my bosom every chance you get, and not so subtly might I add. Don’t you dare claim the moral high ground, my princ— ”

You could not finish your sentence, for his lips captured yours again. He kissed you with an angry passion you did not know he had inside of him. Gone was the calm and quiet prince you knew him to be. You were his, now. And he intended to take everything you would gladly give him.

He reached down and slid a hand between your bodies. You grabbed onto the edge of the bed, gripping it firmly when you felt his thumb parting your wet folds. You moaned into his mouth when he found your clit. He broke the kiss and clicked his tongue.

“Still wet from the storm or is it all because of me?” he inquired, his lips curling in a wicked smile as he made circles around your clit.

“Oh just fuck me, will you.” you cried back, losing your mind under his ministrations.

“Such strong language, I don’t recognize you,” he teased again, loving the way he made you lose your composure with only one finger. “But I need to prepare you for me.”

He pressed his lips to yours, his thumb showing no mercy and your legs quivering. You felt that coil in your stomach. That itch that needed to be scratched so badly. He wanted to take his time. Honorable, but…

“…I-I lost my maidenhead years ago,” you admitted.

He stopped his assault on your lips and your mound all at once to look at you incredulously.

“No, it’s not like that. When Vhagar landed roughly in the rocky valley near Riverrun. These things happen. It’s why I insisted on bathing in the springs, I wanted to get the blood stains off my dress.”

He recalled the both of you bathing fully clothed in a very cold spring somewhere in the Riverlands.

“Still, I want to make sure that you... Enjoy. Every. Second. Of. It.” He said, pushing a finger past your folds, going in and out with each word he said.

You tried to kiss him again but he denied you. You had teased him so much that he wanted nothing more than to punish you with the same torturous treatment. He took pleasure in watching you go insane under him. Just as you drove him mad with desire. 

“I like the desperation on you” he said, picking up the pace.

His hands. His damn hands were on and in you. He added a second finger and curled them inside you, the heel of his hand pressing on your clit. You teetered on the brink of madness. He was relentless.

Your thighs started to shake as the pressure built in you. He knew you could take more so he slipped a third finger through your cunt and pumped into you in a steady rhythm. You whined as he tore your walls apart with fingers much larger than yours. You were getting close to your release under his expert hands, for not having control rendered things much more intense.

But as you were close, so close, he pulled out his fingers, your needy cunt clenching around nothing, desperation clear on your face.

“No, no!” you scowled.

He got off the bed and, for a second, you thought he was going to leave you like that. You were no dragon by any means, but you sure felt the rage of one.

“Patience”

He kneeled on the creaky wooden floor and pulled you to the edge of the bed in one swift tug. You watched him hook your legs on his shoulders and lock his arms around your hips. You blushed slightly at the sight of his face so close to your cunt, feeling so exposed as you could not get out of his embrace.

“I wanted to feast on you for years.”

And he carried on his exquisite torment. You threw your head back, lips parted in an O shape as Aemond’s mouth ravaged you eagerly. His nose teased your bundle of nerves while his tongue entered you. Heavy breaths escaped your mouth as you weaved your fingers into his silver hair and pulled his face in closer, not wanting him to stop.

He moaned into your soaked warmth and the vibrations made you arch your back instantly. Pleasure came back to you at great speed, back to where he left off. His tongue went to your clit while he fucked you with his fingers again. You fisted the sheets and writhed violently as you felt yourself going over the edge. Immeasurable pleasure washed over you as you reached your peak, screaming his name for all the inn to hear.

He held you down tightly as your legs shook uncontrollably on either side of his head. Unable to move, you had no choice but to take it. Waves of pleasure hit you one after the other, his fingers still moving in you, allowing you to ride your high till the end. He licked your juices for his own pleasure until you whined and tried to squirm away. 

He looked so proud of himself. He loved this power he had over you, to make goosebumps appear all over your skin while ravishing you, to have you jerking your hips as you unraveled on his fingers.

“Fuck. You are… so good.” you told him between pants, heat rising in your cheeks at the mere thought of what he could make you feel with is cock.

He proceeded to leave kisses everywhere on your inner thighs.

“Aemond, I beg you.” you said, pulling on his shoulder. You knew he enjoyed himself immensely, but you were desperate for him to take you.

“Begging? You?” He gasped, not recognizing his Strong Lady, always in control, now wanton and desperate as he laid on top of you again.

Your hand slithered between your bodies and you wrapped your fingers around his weeping cock. You had no idea what you were doing but it had its effect on him. He growled, astounded by your sudden touch. He looked fired up and ready to fuck you through the mattress and the floor.

He grabbed your wrist, indicating you to let go of his manhood. You grabbed his arse instead. He dragged the head of his cock between your folds to spread your slick along his length.

“There is no going back if I take you.” He said, your clit pulsing every time he brushed against your cunt. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your heels dug in his backside while your hands held onto his broad shoulders. His long hair fell all over you in a whirlwind of amber and sandalwood. “You will be mine, foreve—”

“I said claim me ”

And he did.

He sheathed himself slowly, gritting his teeth as he sank down, holding himself back from slamming into you all at once. Your eyes widened as he stretched your walls to a point you did not know was possible. You looked down to see he was only halfway in you. He cupped your chin with his rough hand, forcing you to look upon his face instead.

He watched you intently as you took all of him. He slid himself in your cunt inch by inch until he was deeply inside you. Pressing his lips to yours, he muffled your cries.

“I know, I’m sorry. Tell me if it’s too much.”

He stopped moving to let you adjust to his sheer size and he deeply sighed against your cheek. Even with your fingers, you had never reached so deep within you. It did not hurt as much as you thought it would but you felt overwhelmed at the sensation nonetheless. 

He cursed under his breath.

“You’re so tight. You clench too hard, I won’t last”, he confessed as you panted in his ear. You felt him pulling back but you locked him in place with your legs and arms.

He gently rubbed your thigh with one hand. He kissed you passionately like the starved man he was, and you eventually relaxed. The pain faded and anticipation took place. You know what must have been minutes felt like hours for him by now.

“Move, I’m fine”

He went slow at first. He searched for your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours. He was so patient with you. After a few thrusts, you started to rock your hips to meet his pace, the familiar feeling of pleasure getting back to your core once more.

“You are so big” was the only thing you could say as your whole mind could not concentrate on anything else.

“But you are taking me so well, my love.”

My love. My love. My love.

He was everywhere all at once. His praise in your ears, his hands on you, his scent all around you, his hair falling on you, his cock in you. Everything was him and you loved every second of it.

When he heard you panting in his ear, he picked up the pace. You whined loudly and he almost lost control of himself. He groaned against your chest, biting one of your nipples for purchase.

You felt yourself quickening already as he rubbed against that one spot that made the fire inside you burn more brightly each time.

You felt self-conscious about the ungodly sounds you were making and bit your lip to muffle your screams. He hit you with one hard thrust in retaliation, hitting so deep you cried out and went numb for a second.

“Don’t you go quiet on me, you said I’d hear you scream my name.” 

Gods, what have I done?, you thought. You never imagined him saying these kinds of things to you. He was right. You had been insufferable. You teased a dragon and now, you were paying the price. He liked having control over you for once, holding you down as he fucked you senseless. He claimed your body relentlessly with strong strokes that had your heart racing, his balls hitting your cunt hard each time.

And you loved it.

Your core was tightening with each of his powerful thrust. You were close. So close…when he suddenly left your embrace.

“Don’t you dare stop again!” you yelled at him, your arms desperately reaching for him.

But he only sat on his heels, grabbed one of your legs and hoisted it high against his chest. He wrapped his arm around your ankle and hammered his cock into you, hitting an even deeper angle.

“Fuck,” you wailed, eye widening and tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. You clawed at his hip, overwhelmed by the searing heat growing in you while he filled you to the hilt. 

He reached so deep within you, you thought he was in your stomach. It knocked the air right out of your lungs, even. You moaned his name incessantly, the only thing your fuzzy brain seemed to remember this very moment. A veil of sweat appeared on his skin, he was glowing in the morning light now flooding the room.

“You're mine.” he said possessively, his fingers just shy of bruising your skin as they dug in your thigh.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Say you are mine, y/n”.

Head thrown back, eyes closed, you barely registered what he asked of you. His hand went to your lower stomach and he pressed down, making you squirm and cry out.

“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.” you repeated over and over, trashing under him, overcomed by pleasure.

He worried he was too rough with you but when he heard a pleading “Harder!” escaping from your lips, he forfeited the last thread of sanity he was barely holding onto already.

You held on for dear life while he lost himself completely and slammed into you at a wild pace. He pulled out almost entirely before sliding back in again. His cock reached your cervix. Every. Single. Time.

He growled loudly as your nails left marks on his hip. His breath was erratic, he was close as well. You clenched around him and he cursed loudly.

“Look at me. I want to see your face as I make you come.”

“Come closer.” you managed to say between pants.

He let go of your leg and was over you again, your nipples brushing against his chest. One of his arms was on the side of your head, the other finding your clit to draw circles around it again. Your nails scratched his back, you pulled on his long silvery hair and rocked your hips to meet his unrelenting pace.

“Co-come for me, my love.” he stammered.

And you felt it deep inside you, from your womb to the base of your spine all the way through your whole back, legs, arms and head. Pleasure spreading like dragon fire within you, you reached your peak and it was not like anything you had felt before. Jaw hanging open in pure ecstasy, you could not even draw a breath. Your eyes rolled, your back arched and your whole body shaked.

“Aemond!” you screamed, tears down your cheeks as your orgasm did not stop. His dark eye watched you as you fell apart, praising him.

As you promised him, he heard you scream his name.

He continued with his merciless pace, letting you ride your high. Clutching his shoulders, you pressed your face to his chest and groaned against him.

You barely had any energy left to keep your legs wrapped around his waist. Your whole body went numb and your mind almost blanked.

“I’m close” he said, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. “Do you want me to—”

“I said claim me,” you reminded him, completely overstimulated but feeling pleasure creeping upon you again.

He let out the most tantalizing growl you had ever heard him make. He buried his face in your neck and he came roaring your name. His thrusts got sloppy but he did not stop. He breathed the faintest of “I love you” as you felt his muscles spasming and his cock throbbing.

He filled you with his seed with a few erratic thrust. Combined with the sudden heat deep within you, it was enough to make you see stars one more time.

Heavily panting in your ear, Aemond’s movements slowly came to a halt. He left kisses on your forehead… your cheek… your lips…

“You were perfect,” he murmured.

“So were you, my love.”

You stayed like that for a while. Him still buried in you, crushing you under his weight, and you loving the fullness, mindlessly stroking his hair and back.

You could hear birds outside, the wind in the trees as well. You embraced the peacefulness of it all. Now that was a silence you did not mind.

You slowly caught your breath, observing the pearly sweat on Aemond’s porcelain skin. You felt both his cum and your slick leaking down your cunt. What a mess you made, you could feel how damp that mattress was.

You noticed a low rumble coming from downstairs, a sign that the village was waking up and you needed to return to the Red Keep. Still, you both indulged a little more, not ready for this moment to end.

He left small kisses on your shoulder, listening to your quiet groans. He drew shapes on your arms with his fingers and observed the goosebumps erupting. He frowned when he noticed little scars scattered everywhere from years of sword training with him. You too had scars. A lot of them even. He never knew. You never said.

“Are you ok?” he asked, raising his head to look you in the eyes.

His sapphire eye caught the morning sun flooding the room and made hundreds of small specks of blue light dance all around you. The sight of him like this, all of him, was spellbinding. You answered him with a blissful smile. 

“I’m fine, my prince. ” “Stop it with the formal titles.” “It wouldn’t be proper, or so I’ve been told.” You tugged at a strand of his hair.

“Propriety has always been lost on you, I’m afraid.”

He laced his fingers to yours again and brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“So… No regrets?” He asked, not sure if he would like your answer.

“Only that you robbed me of this pleasure for years.” You said playfully, kissing the bottom of his scar. “You?”

He chuckled.

“I didn’t expect you to swear like a bravosi sealord.” he said, leaving a lazy kiss on your lips.

“Only because of how aggravating you were.” you quip. 

He surprised you with a thrust to shut you up and, maybe, tempt you into a second round.

The bed itself was also surprised as its legs gave out and you both fell with the mattress on the creaking wooden floor in a loud bang and small clouds of dust engulfing the room.

“Ooh the innkeeper is going to kill you,” you giggled.

“He liked you, maybe you should tell him about it.”

Back in King's Landing...

Your father and Queen Alicent were mortified at the sight of you walking through the doors of the Red Keep nearly a day after you were supposed to come back. Clothes still wet, messy hair and a strong smell of dragon to top it all off. They had spent the night looking for you everywhere.

Queen Alicent seemed oblivious of what transpired during your little adventure in the Stormlands, but your father was no fool. He knew you. He saw you holding hands before you went through the Mud Gate from the beach. The look you exchanged before parting all but confirmed his suspicions. Not to mention your bare arms sticking out from underneath your hood indicated that you were missing a white shift under your dress.

Your prince asked the King, the Queen and your father for an audience immediately. He insisted your betrothal to him was not a request, for he would not take no for an answer.

Your father could not refuse a proposition from a Prince of the crown. Especially when he knew how dear he was to you… and whatever you were up to in the Stormlands.

You married before the moon turned.

At long last… you claimed his nights. 

Thank you for reading!

Leave comments if you wish, I’d love to have feedback. English is my second language. 

It’s been 12 years since I wrote anything at all, really. And first time writing smut in english too. That’s how bad I am down for this handsome one-eyed war criminal.

Apparently, I like angst and tension a lot. I couldn’t imagine Aemond not being remotely traumatized by the loss of his eye, the court gossip, the fear of rejection/intimacy with someone he actually cares about, etc. Part 2 : Indulging (coming soon)

[hamatoanne-deactivated20240217]

between books and tattoos

Modern Aemond x Reader

Summary: A blond stranger is showing up time after time in your bookshop - even after you spill hot coffee on him.

Note: This is a one-shot made in honor of my bestie @eddiemadmunson, I'm sure she will identify with this at various times. But of course I hope you all enjoy this wild ride too!

Ps. And I wanted to let you know that this is A LONG ONE, so get ready hahaha

Read the warnings - English is not my first language.

Warnings: +18, nsfw, fem!reader, jealousy, smoking Aemond, reader has good friends, aemond tattooed, misuse of tongue piercing, possessiveness, confused feelings, innocence kink, oral sex, praise kink, dominant Aemond, fingering, sex (p in v), angst, insecurity, rings and evil uses of it, Aemond is kind of stalking the reader here, ok kinda no he totally is lol...

The first time you saw him was a Sunday, as ordinary and unpretentious as any other.

It wasn't officially your work day; in fact, you should be at home sleeping, scrolling through your social media pages or taking the time to work on the story you've been writing for a few days. You really enjoyed writing, the dialogues and actions you could create and mold to your liking were a safe haven from the tediousness of your everyday life. Unfortunately you didn't have much time for such personal enjoyment, your workload barely allowed you time to breathe, much less to invest an interest in your writing side.

Needless to say, your few days off were taken advantage of until the last second.

But not that Sunday.

You woke up — much earlier than you should have, considering it was your day off and all — to your manager's phone call telling you that she would need you to fill in for one of her employees who had gotten sick.

So there you were on that stupidly normal and predictable Sunday, arranging some books on the shelf, taking advantage of the slow pace in the store to think of some possible endings to your story - and getting frustrated that you didn't come to any conclusion. Creativity just wasn't coming your way that day.

You huffed irritably and turned around seeing absolutely nothing in front of you as you struggled to balance the giant pile of books in your arms, ready to get them into the correct section. It wasn't uncommon for you to do such a thing, especially on slow days like this one. You knew the halls like the back of your hand, and to be completely honest, you were a born procrastinator and didn't want to make multiple trips to get the books. So you put as much of it in your arms as you could and followed the known path. Despite warnings from your coworkers that one day you might trip and seriously injure yourself, you never had a problem with it.

At least not until that Sunday.

With a startled scream you felt your body being thrown straight to the ground after crashing abruptly into something. Something big. Books falling and scattering around you as you felt your ass throb from the sudden bruising. But your sore ass (it would possibly bruise later, you thought sulkily) was the least of your problems.

With wide eyes you spotted a Starbucks cup still spinning on the floor. The noise and the way the plastic bounced and swirled across the freshly waxed and perfectly cleaned (by you) floor making it obvious that the liquid contents of it were no longer there.

Empty.

Time seemed to stand still as you followed your gaze to the pair of black combat boots right in front of you, a pair of jeans hugging strong, firm thighs and two hands clenched into tense fists at his sides. Swallowing the lump that was trying to choke your windpipe, you plucked up courage and finished looking at what you knew to be a disaster - and the reason for your possible dismissal.

A tall, blond man with hair pulled back in a messy bun and an eyepatch - by god, who wore an eyepatch? - he had the only eye showing closed tightly and his lips in a firm line. A growl rumbled in his broad chest and made your frail body tremble with apprehension.

You couldn't appreciate the man's impressive array of details, your heart was beating so desperately and your face was so hot with embarrassment that you couldn't concentrate on such a thing at that moment. His gunmetal gray shirt was plastered to his chest and abdomen, the distinctive aroma of cappuccino wafting from the man in front of you.

Aside from the unmistakable scent of hate, of course.

You prayed that the liquid clinging to his shirt and skin wasn't as hot as it looked. But when the menacing stranger opened his eye and narrowed it at you in a clear display of hostility, you knew your prayer was unanswered.

You got up, surprisingly quickly considering the way your legs shook like bamboo shoots in a gale.

"Oh god, I'm sorry sir, I'm really sorry, I fuck-!" You grew impossibly redder after your words, bringing your hands to your mouth as if you could force each syllable its way in again and lock it there. That was really fabulous, not only did you drop coffee on a client, but you swore in front of him. How many rules of professional decorum would you break today?

The hostility emanating from the man didn't fuel your hope that he wouldn't file a complaint with your supervisor.

You opened your mouth to spurt out another stream of apologies, but the stranger sent you a warning look sharp enough to make you cringe and give up the apology.

"I'll buy you another shirt, sir, I swear." You whispered sheepishly, playing with your fingers in a nervous habit.

The man in front of you just snorted and pulled the backpack that was on his back.

"I don't give a shit about the shirt, silly girl."

What?

You choked out a pseudo response as you watched him pull his shirt off his body, unceremoniously getting naked from the waist up right in front of you. Your eyes darted instantly to the bookshelf beside him, cheeks turning red.

"You should watch where you're going, little girl." He growled irritably and you looked back at him.

"Humm, I already apologized sir."

"And I already heard."

You really tried not to look down at the man's torso, but gods above, it was an impossible task. Several tattoos covered both of his long arms and fingers, as well as his strong chest and part of his neck. Something resembling the end of a dragon's tail curled in an oddly intimate way around part of his waist and abdomen and you had the compulsion to ask him to turn around so you could see the artwork in full. The way the dark ink contrasted with his fair skin was magnificent.

But then you focused on the defined muscles of his stomach and noticed the red spot in the center of his abdomen, which was also a stark contrast to his alabaster skin.

It had to be on fire, but the man in front of you showed nothing but irritation and a lack of patience. Pulling a large gray sweatshirt out of his backpack and pulling it on quickly, depriving you of the tantalizing view of his nakedness.

"I...I really-"

"You sorry about that?"

"Well, yes. I should-" he stopped your sentence with a wave of his hand, as if you were a candy salesman he was dismissing.

"Please don't do anything. I just want to pay my book and get out of here before you cause another disaster."

And so he picked up the book from the floor and turned his back towards the cashier, leaving you with red cheeks and slightly moist eyes; a sense of personal awkwardness you had never experienced in your life. You were feeling humiliated and mortified. The mere thought that someone might be looking at the store's cameras and seeing the bizarre situation you were in made you nauseous.

You took your hands to your face while jumping on the ground and screaming muffled between your fingers.

That really wasn't your day.

The second time you saw him was a two weeks after the coffee incident. Of course, you didn't expect to see him again, especially since you'd never seen him in the store before. Surely this was an isolated event, maybe he was a tourist visiting the city. You were starting to forget the disaster you had caused, thank goodness no complaints had been filed with your supervisor and things were getting back to normal.

"And then he just told me he didn't like coffee." Your co-worker said rolling her eyes, both taking advantage of the slow movement in the store to gossip up.

"No!" You screamed in shock.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!Like, how can I trust a guy who doesn't drink coffee? All he had to say was he didn't like puppies, honestly."

You chuckled softly at her indignant response. She had a tendency to be exaggerated, in all aspects of life. Of course when it comes to relationships, it would be no different.

"Well, but you said he was a good kisser. Are you sure he's not worth giving him a chance even though he doesn't like coffee?" You insisted amusedly.

"Good God, what is happening to the world? His not liking coffee is the catalyst for everything here!"

You put your elbow on the cashier's counter to support your chin and smiled, at the same time that the small bell above the entrance door of the store rang, announcing the arrival of a client.

"Let me take this one..." You said to your friend, straightening your clothes and getting ready to welcome whoever it was.

At least until you looked up and saw that the client was the man from the coffee disaster. You had exactly half a second to act, as he still hadn't looked your way. With a silent, graceful dive worthy of an Olympics pro, you threw yourself behind the counter, immediately flattening your back against the cashier wall and clamping trembling fingers over your lips, as if you were hiding from death itself.

Your coworker watched the scene with parted lips and wide eyes, no doubt shocked by the bizarre way you were suddenly behaving.

"What the fuck…?"

You motioned for her to be quiet, then pointed your finger behind the counter.

"Take care of that client for me and I swear I won't ask you for anything else in life!" You whispered and frantically clasped your hands together in an imploring gesture.

"But why?" She whispered back and you waved your hands desperately for her to shut up.

"Just go, please!" You groaned through gritted teeth.

With a look that screamed 'later we'll talk about this' she seemed to have compassion on your person and came out from behind the counter, welcoming the client and asking what she could help him. You stayed alert trying to hear what he was saying, but his voice was very low and you couldn't make out anything but hoarse mumbling.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when your friend walked back behind the counter, ready to take payment from the stranger of coffee. You were as silent as possible during the transaction, listening to the familiar clank of the cash register and the printout of the invoice. Your friend thanked him for the purchase and wished him a good read, making you sigh softly, finally it would go away and you could relax.

"Tell your friend hiding behind the counter that next time I want to be served by her. She owes me after all, since she gave me a third degree burn on our first encounter."

You choked on your saliva, an unsubtle coughing fit crossing your throat as the bell on the shop door chimed, indicating that he had left.

"Come on, I want all the details. Now. What did that Adonis do to you anyway?"

You moaned in defeat as she handed you a glass of water and raised her eyebrows, waiting for your explanation for that.

"The right is what I did to him…" You whispered and she put her hand over her mouth in shock.

It would be a long conversation.

The third time you saw him you were alert, shuffling through the aisles and peering over the shelves like a ninja, wary of any sound of the bell ringing, eyeing suspiciously every living soul that entered the store. Your friends made fun of you about how you'd finally really gone mad, but they didn't understand the mortification of making a fool of yourself in front of the most intimidating, handsome man you'd ever seen in your life. You weren't ready to face him again.

But, of course, fate was a cruel joker and that day the movement was stronger, several clients coming and going, demanding more of your attention than usual. You were struggling to keep your ninja senses alert, but of course at some point your guard dropped and the attack came.

"Thank you so much for your attention, young lady." The old man in front of you humbly thanked you with a happy smile on his face and the desired book in his hands.

"I'm the one who appreciates it. Please go to the preferred cashier. And have a good day, sir!" You smiled sweetly as you pointed to the cashier he was supposed to go to.

You turned around, ready to serve the next client when you came across the blonde head of hair, which was becoming strangely familiar by this point.

The coffee man - you really needed to find out his name if these encounters were going to keep happening - was leaning casually against one of the bookshelves with a copy of what you recognized to be the crime classic "In Cold Blood". He wore the usual boots and dark jeans, black shirt and leather jacket. His platinum hair was pulled back in a ponytail and that bizarre eye patch was still in place. You hadn't had the presence of mind to get a good look at him the first or second encounter, but looking a little closer now you could see that on the side of his face that had the eye patch, he had a long scar that extended from the cheek to a part of the forehead. He was a little frightening looking, true, but in a magnificent way. Like a sexy villain straight out of one of the books in the store's Dark Romance section.

You gulped, feeling a little terrified just being in his presence.

He's a client like any other.

He's a client like any other.

You would repeat the mantra as you approached him.

"I-can I help you, sir?"

The blonde continued flipping through the book in front of you, not even seeming to have noticed your presence. Maybe that was your cue to leave while you hadn't humbled yourself to him yet. You sighed and tried to disappear as quietly as possible, passing him with steps light as feathers in the wind. But you barely took three steps before the deep baritone boomed from behind you.

"What's so special about this book anyway?"

Taking a deep breath you turned to him, noting that his brows were furrowed as he stared at the cover of the book as if it were an irritating riddle.

"Excuse me, sir?"

You said gently.

"This book." He shook the book gently and looked at you, a questioning and curious look, a funny feeling welling up in your stomach at the realization of having his attention focused on you like that. "This is one of the best selling crime novels in the world. Why is that?"

You blinked like an owl, definitely not expecting such a genuinely asked question from him. But then again, you didn't know him, and you could hardly define his personality based on a single disastrous encounter.

"Uh, well, it's a crime classic. But I think the thing about In Cold Blood these days is that it's getting dated. It's considered the first true detective novel, the first non-fiction novel, it's a new form of journalism, in a way. I think it will probably always be significant for those reasons."

You said as calmly as you could, that was a strenuous task in itself considering the dull weight of his gaze focused on you, soaking up your words like a sponge. There was no doubt that you had his full attention at that moment.

With a slow nod, he returned his blue gaze to the cover of the book in a contemplative silence that lasted long enough for you to think he wouldn't say another word.

"I don't mean to be insensitive – of course every human death matters. But so many people die in horrible ways all the time. Why should I read about this particular case?" You cocked your head to the side, your inner book nerd being awakened with every word that fell from his handsome lips. "In my opinion, and I believe more and more in public opinion these days, the focus of a murder should be on the victims and not the killers. It is better to mourn those lost than to give renown to the people who ended those lives ."

You felt your heart race at the prospect of an intellectual debate, the certainty that the man in front of you was not just handsome as a fucking god, but smart and sharp, making your insides squirm in an exciting way.

"I can understand your point of view and even agree, in a way. But there's something really different about this reading." You murmured reaching over and touching the edge of the book in his hands, the stranger from the cafe following your movements with deep interest. But you could barely tell, too wrapped up in the feeling of talking about something you really loved.

"There's a beauty to some of the passages that contrasts beautifully with the dryness and sparseness of other passages. And it's possible that the construction was genius: the back-and-forth, the chronology, the reserved yet revealing nature of it. I' m sure when it comes to serious crime, you can't do much better than this classic."

You finished with a gentle smile, looking up from the book to look at the man. A sigh left your lips at the realization of how close you had gotten to him during your heated speech, both of you so close that you could detect the subtle scent of smoke and cigarettes on your leather jacket. You normally had a total aversion to such an odor, but for a reason that was completely beyond your comprehension at the moment, you really liked that smell coming from him.

His head was tilted down to maintain eye contact with you, but then he lowered his gaze to your lips and you snapped out of the trance.

You coughed discreetly and jumped back, embarrassed at the possibility of making a fool of yourself once again in front of this man. "Anyway, what I can guarantee you is that it's a really intense read, sir. I'm sure you won't regret it."

The stranger continued to stare at you, making you uncomfortable and alert with your personal space, your foot dragging against the floor in a nervous gesture.

"Aemond."

There was a minute of silence where you just wandered into that mental territory of ignorance, your brain picking up on the word but not recognizing its meaning.

"I'm sorry?"

"My name. Aemond."

"...Aemond..."

The stranger - Aemond - smiled slowly, too slyly for your liking, and looked you up and down. Slowly. You looked down at your own clothes, suddenly self-conscious with that scrutiny. Your jeans, comfy everyday sneakers, and your oversized black sweater weren't impressive in your opinion, but the way Aemond seemed to punch holes in your legs with the intensity of that gaze sent a tingle at the base of your spine and you felt the short hairs on the back of your neck prickle in anticipation.

Oh god you shouldn't be reacting like this to a client and definitely not during your work hours.

Despite such certainty, it was impossible not to follow the movement of his hand as he smoothed the cover of the book with tattooed fingers, three rings adorning his long digits. The gorgeous artwork of a snake curled along one finger and you'd think you'd never seen a tattoo as meticulously crafted as this one. He continued to mesmerize you with back-and-forth motions, moving his index and middle finger up and down the base of the book, caressing the cover in an almost erotic way.

Suddenly he slammed his hand down on the cover of the book in a slap that made you visibly jump, eyes wide and heart racing at his change in attitude. Your reaction seemed to amuse the stranger - Aemond, his name was Aemond. The feline grin he wore widening even further as he took determined steps towards you, which you responded to immediately of course, backing away until your back hit the shelf behind you.

What was he going to do? You thought watching him get closer and keep getting closer, your mind racing with all the possibilities. None of them you would have the courage to say out loud, to your embarrassment. And when he approached, taking his hand to the side of your head and cornering you against the books and his tall body, you looked up as an undignified shudder wracked your own body. The smell of mint and cigarette smoke leaving your mind foggy and fuzzy, your cheeks burning.

In one fluid motion he shoved the book back on the shelf, blue gaze never leaving yours and that damn smile still on his lips. He knew he had you.

"I'll remember your recommendation the next time I come here, kitten."

He winked at you - you wondered vaguely how he managed to pack so much sexual energy into that gesture, by god he only had one eye! - and left, the long strands of blond hair moving gracefully as he walked away.

And then he was gone, once again leaving you speechless. Aside from the uncomfortable warm throbbing sensation between your legs, of course. The realization that you had been turned on by a client who could easily be a psychopath, given his enigmatic ways and fondness for serial killer books, made you question your own sanity.

Later that night you'd find yourself thinking of a stranger with blond hair, eye patches, and snake tattoos.

Aemond.

The fourth time you are thinking of hands.

Fingers long and thin, and knuckles a little prominent, a little pink. Snakes and dragons tattoos in their lengths. Rough-looking but careful in his ministrations, cradling the back of your head as they tug at your hair, pulling your gaze to meet his.

Hands, hands, hands - thumb brushing the lower lip before moving to rest on the flat part of the tongue; callused palm gently against your cheek. Hands around your neck, giving just enough pressure for you to see stars. Or maybe no pressure at all - maybe they hang loose around the base of your throat like a necklace, a choker, coiling in a way primarily intended to remind you of your place. One hand resting on your collarbone, fingers dancing over exposed skin; feel them trace between the freckles, through the veins. They dip just below the neckline, and you can't help but wonder (hope) if they go any further.

Of course you shouldn't be thinking about it, it was highly inappropriate and you were fully aware of that fact. You know you didn't have the information or intimacy with the man to have any right to think of him in such a way. But you had more than enough material to work with. And your idiot brain wouldn't obey your orders to stop thinking about the man, plaguing your thoughts with ever more suggestive images and scenarios, making it impossible to think of literally anything else.

You were not fine.

And it's knowing this that when he walks into the store that afternoon you, without any intention of denying the obvious, simply run away from him. You watch from behind the bookshelves as he looks around the store, moving along the aisles and shelves in search of you. He seemed to be hunting you, following his tracks like a dog. If you squinted hard enough, you could almost swear he was sniffing the air for your scent.

The shiver of excitement and wetness that soaked your panties at such a thought shouldn't have happened, of course.

The fact that he looked so tempting in his soft dark green sweatshirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black jeans and boots didn't help either. And why the hell did he have his hair down? The strands falling inside his hood and shoulders almost begged you to curl your fingers in its softness.

Just as you were lost in your conflicting thoughts he turned his head and looked directly in your direction, making you gasp and duck as quickly as possible, leaning against the bookcase and closing your eyes - as if that lessens the chances of him seeing you.

You waited a few tense minutes standing in the same spot, praying to every deity you knew that you were mistaken, that he hadn't been looking at you specifically, only in your direction.

After minutes of absolute normality, with only the usual chatter of the clients furthest from you in the background, you felt confident enough to get up.

Looking back between the cracks in the shelf and the books in the direction where Aemond had been earlier, an alarmed sigh left your lips as you realized that he was no longer there, your eyes darting around in search of him.

Maybe he left?

You tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment that coursed through your body, convincing yourself that it was for the best, it was obvious that nothing good could come of this platonic, one-sided interest.

"Looking for me princess?"

The question was put directly in your ear, the huskiness in the voice and that smell of cigarettes and mint leaving no doubt as to who the voice belonged to.

Fuck.

Despite the fright and the violent beating of your heart in your chest, you remained surprisingly still. You had your hands braced on the shelf and his body on your back, so close you could feel his chest expanding with each breath. The realization that this shouldn't be happening was an absolute certainty in your mind, and yet you couldn't turn around and leave.

He was an almost complete stranger, you shouldn't let a stranger so close to you. What was it about him that lowered your defenses like that?

"You know, if your intention is to push me away with this little game of cat and mouse it's definitely not working..." He splayed one of his hands to the side of your head, making you look at those fingers - those fingers that alone were the object of your desires in the last days. They were right there now. "Actually, I'd say it's only making me more interested, baby."

Your eyes followed the high veins in his hand and wrist, mapping with voyeuristic interest the artwork of a constellation sprinkled along his forearm, the details making you gasp in surprise. Your heart pounding as you recognized the Dark Mark of a Death Eater tattooed on the inside of his forearm. The skull with a snake coming out of its mouth screaming at you from that position. Oh god, was he a Harry Potter fan? Was he really trying to make you fall in love with him here? Should that be turning you on even more?

Probably not.

But of course it was.

"This is inappropriate and I shouldn't…" You murmured as you felt the tip of his nose brush the side of your neck, a series of goosebumps running over your skin at the feel of his warm breath on your sensitive skin. "You should not..."

"Touch you in a place like this?With the possibility of someone walking down this hallway at any moment?" He smiled as he continued to breathe in your scent, rumbling approval every now and then.

"You're so beautiful," he growled as he bit down on your skin, eliciting a moan from you. And when he licked the area to soothe the sting, you moaned louder as you felt the unmistakable feel of cool metal against your heated skin. A piercing. How did you not notice that he had a tongue piercing before? Your hips immediately thrust against his and the contour of his hardened cock against your clothed ass made your eyes roll back. “Shit, you can't do this to me, princess. You can't sound so damn pretty before I even do anything to you."

His words did nothing but heighten your arousal and you were sure it was on purpose. You rubbed your ass on the front of his pants as he worked on your neck, not remembering the last time you were so needy with someone. You didn't know anything about Aemond other than his name. How is it that now every part of your body was screaming at him to keep touching you?

"Y/n, do you know if we stock the recent issue-wow, wow! Eeer, I'm interrupting something?"

As you hopped up like a startled rabbit and tripped over your own feet trying to put distance between the two of you, Aemond just took a few steps back, seeming completely unfazed by your friend and co-worker catching the two of you in that highly indecent position.

"No! Of course you're not interrupting anything! I was just showing some books to Aemo- I mean, this client." Your friend raised her eyebrow, looking at you while making it obvious that she didn't believe your words for a second.

"Sure...anyway, do you know if we still have any copies of The Silence of the Lambs in stock? I figured you might know, since it's your session and all." She was saying to you, but her curious eyes were darting back and forth from you to Aemond, looking him up and down unobtrusively. Aemond, for his part, was leaning against the bookcase with his arms crossed, completely ignoring her close scrutiny.

"Y-yes, I'm pretty sure there are at least two more copies out back there. I can go get them." You stammered, finding the whole situation stifling and bizarre.

"Oh no, I see you're very busy here. Far be it from me to disturb such a thing. Let me get it myself." She grinned at you, winking mischievously.

"No! No, I'm really done here. I will." You didn't give her time to argue, opting to almost run towards the warehouse, feeling Aemond's burning gaze following your steps as you disappeared. You knew you hadn't been subtle, but there was nothing else you could do. The nauseous and claustrophobic feeling was becoming unbearable, you just had to get out of there.

Was he kidding you? That could only be it. What could a man like that want with you?

You could almost see and hear your friend scolding you, saying that such questions came entirely from your insecure side. But heavens, how could you not be insecure? Aemond was quite possibly the most ridiculously perfect man you'd ever seen. And you? What was special and unique about you that would appeal to someone like him?

"You know, the client who wanted the book has already left."

Your friend was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and her expression wary. You took a deep breath and left the wall you had been leaning against for several minutes, practically throwing yourself on the boxes of books pretending to be busy.

"I really can't find it, I've looked everywhere." You lied.

"Humm, I wonder how you managed to look for anything without unsealing the boxes?"

You blushed as you looked at the boxes and realized that, yes, the thick seal on each one was perfectly untouched. With an awkward cough you shrugged.

"Okay, you got me. I was just…I just…I needed to breathe a little."

"Am I to assume this has to do with that tall blond guy outside again?" She raised a curious eyebrow.

"Is he-he still there?" You blinked several times in alarm.

"No. Left a few minutes ago."

You sighed, closing your eyes and dropping your head into your hands. "He's kidding me."

After minutes of silence you felt her delicate fingers on your shoulder, squeezing lightly and making you look at her.

"Why do you think that?"

You laughed bitterly.

"For God's sake, did you get a good look at him, woman?"

She nodded yes, biting her lip as she smirked.

"You bet it is, darling. And I must tell you, you shouldn't be out here hiding when a man that looks like a deadly sin is after you like that."

Despite the inner conflict, you found yourself chuckling softly at her response.

"Did you see the eyepatch? I swear I never thought an eyepatch would be my horny button one day."

She laughed, throwing her head back, the agonizing feeling in your chest no longer present as you watched the free way she lavished her emotions. You wanted it. Why was it so difficult?

"But seriously, Y/N...why are you running away like that? It's not the first time he's been here and it's obviously not because of our incredible collection of crime books." She asked with less laughter and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. You sighed in defeat and shook your head.

"I don't know. I just, I don't think I know how to do this."

"What do you mean you don't know how?" she put her hands on her hips and tilted her hips, "you find a guy and you date him. And lucky for you, you won't even have to look, there's one chasing you for days."

“You know it's been a while for me. And this kind of thing has never happened to me before,” She laughed, trying and failing to hide her emotions. “Not like that, anyway.”

“But now it's happening,” She swayed her hand on her hip. “You are single and hot...”

"Oh, I don't..."

“Stop this self-deprecating crap. You are beautiful and you know it. You're fit, you're funny, you have that ass that lasts for days..."

“Bestie, please,” you groaned, uncomfortable with the compliments.

Her eyes narrowed. "Do you know what your problem is?"

"What?"

"You lost your confidence somewhere along the way."

"This is not true!" It was true. "I'm just always busy, I don't have time for sex and..."

"I'll stop you right there. You need to get laid. It's a matter of physical and mental health.”

"You are being ridiculous."

“I want you to walk out that door and the next time that hot man comes after your stubborn ass you're going to spread your legs for him like you were born to do it,” she pointed out of the warehouse.

"No!"

"It's for your own good! And by God, do I really need to convince you to fuck the hottest guy our mortal eyes have ever laid eyes on?”

She frowned angrily at you.

"Look, as much as I love you for worrying about my non-existent sex life, it's a personal matter."

"Fine," she held up her hands in surrender. “But when you finally give in and let this man pull you out of this eternal drought, I want you to think about this conversation when you're coming.”

“You're terrible,” you chuckled, pushing open the storage room door hearing her cackle behind you.

The fifth time you were pleasantly oblivious to your surroundings, concentrating on serving the few clients who were still in the store due to close closing time. You were happy about the prospect of two consecutive days off after today. In fact, you were so light and in good spirits that you didn't realize at first the less than innocent intentions displayed by the young man in front of you.

"Uh, so this is the one you recommend?" The guy in front of you asked a second time, moving closer to you more than was strictly necessary, effectively cornering you against his body and the shelf. You were uncomfortable, his approach was nothing like Aemond's, which disturbed you in an entirely different way. Here now you felt disgusted, in the truest sense of the word.

"Yes, according to what you described to me this is the right book." You smiled yellow, trying to dodge your body from his and impose some distance.

"And is there any possibility that this recommendation comes with your cell phone number?" He gave you what you assumed was his sensual smile, although it had the opposite effect on you.

"Sir, if there's nothing else I can help you with, I have other clients to attend to. Have a good night." You said confidently, lifting your chin and trying once more to pull away. But he put his body in front of yours, pushing you further into the darkness of the hallway, making you belatedly realize just how far apart the two of you were. This session was naturally lonely and under-visited, even on busy days - Today was a slow day, especially now towards the end of the day, and that certainly wasn't a good thing.

"Come on, I just want your number. I can't help but feel like there's chemistry between the two of us. Don't play hard to get." He insisted holding your wrist with firm fingers, when you tried to pull he gripped harder.

"Sir, I'm going to ask you to let me go one last time. There's no chemistry going on except in your imagination. If you refuse to pull away I'm going to scream."

He smiled in a completely terrifying way, ignoring your attempts to break free. But as soon as he got even closer to try to bring your chest to his, you acted fast and pushed him as hard as you could. It wasn't much, but he took a couple of steps back.

You tried to move forward, but he stopped you by gripping your elbow.

"You have two seconds to get that fucking hand off my girl before I break your arm." You both looked down the hall, Aemond's tall, strong shadow taking up almost the entire space. He was dressed completely in black, his long hair braided back. Maybe it was the low, almost snarling tone he wore, or the intimidating eyepatch, or the dark clothes, or his size. Or all of it. However, the boy in front of him shook a little, although he still didn't let go of your elbow.

"Get out of here, man. It's not your problem."

Aemond smiled and shook his head, far from innocent.

"Unfortunately your two seconds have already passed."

He advanced like a panther, his steps light and purposeful, with deliberate calm - further terrifying the young man next to you. Before he approached however the boy let go of your arm and slammed his back against the shelf, trying to keep his distance from Aemond.

"You see, I'm a man of my word."

You squealed in fright as Aemond abruptly grabbed the man's arm and twisted it into an uncomfortable position.

"AEMOND!" You screamed before he broke the man's limb who was whimpering in pain. It was a miracle no one had heard you yet. "Let him go, please!" You tried to talk to him, but Aemond didn't loosen his grip on the man, looking at you in confusion.

"Do you know what he was going to do, kitten?" The almost careful way he addressed you was comically contrasted with the savage ways he treated the man.

"I know. But you made it in time, didn't you? Please let him go. He's not worth it. And besides, any mess that results from this I'll have to clean up." You smiled sweetly at him, touching his arm lightly.

It took a while, but eventually Aemond let go of the man's arm, and he wasted no time in running away screaming as if his life depended on it.

"You nutcase, I'm going to sue this store!"

You shrugged and smoothed your wrist which ached a little, the red marks from the man's fingers still there.

"That bastard." Aemond took your hand in his, long fingers replacing yours and smoothing over the scarred skin of your wrist. "You should have let me break his arm, it was the least he deserved for chasing you like a pervert."

"You've also been chasing me like a pervert..." You mumbled almost inaudibly.

Aemond looked at you seriously, probably the most serious he's looked since you first saw each other.

"Do you really think I'm like this guy?"

You stared at him with parted lips, genuinely surprised by his question. Aemond was insistent and there was no denying that. He was nothing but obvious with his intentions towards you and didn't seem embarrassed by them. But no, he had never made you feel the discomfort and terror that a few seconds in that man's presence did. He was bold and determined, but you never felt afraid of him.

"No..." You shook your head slowly, "no, I don't think so."

He seemed to notice the sincerity in your voice, the steel in his gaze softening and his shoulders relaxing.

Did he really need your approval that much?

"But you're still a pervert."

He smiled slowly and looked at you with a heavy lid covering that blue gaze. It was like a switch flipped and the atmosphere around the two of you changed to something much more illicit. You automatically took the real first look at his body, only now noticing the tempting way he was dressed. He wore a fitted black dress shirt with the long sleeves cuffed just below his elbows, the tightness of the shirt fitted his muscles perfectly, proudly showing off his defined torso. The shirt had a few of the first buttons undone, exposing his tattooed collarbone along with a slight peek of his chest. Your gaze drops to see his shirt tucked neatly into a pair of matching black pants, which are held together by a plain black leather belt. The familiar combat boots completed the look.

"I never said I wasn't, princess." He drew your attention back to his gaze, "I haven't exactly been subtle with my intentions, have I?" He sighed a mischievous laugh, slowly advancing and forcing you to take a few steps back towards the wall of books. You shook your head.

"And yet you keep running away from me." The embarrassment is evident in the expression that formed on his face, the way he sounded made you feel that refusing his advances was, without a better word, foolishness and a waste of time. You exhale heavily, your breath coming out shaky as you try your best to stay sane. The tension between the two of you is so incredibly strong that you felt like you could physically cut it with a knife. It was impossible to relax your body as he slid his large hands over your smaller ones, thumbs stroking the insides of your wrists, no doubt feeling the hardening beat of your nervousness.

"I know exactly what you need baby. Don't worry." He continued in that deep, gravelly voice, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

"What the -..." you could feel your senses being dulled, tangled up confused in the haze of seduction, making logical reasoning difficult, "what are you talking about?"

"Motivation. It's what you need." Aemond angled his body to press even closer to yours, one leg placed between your thighs as his tongue slid against the crease of your lips, making you gasp at the feel of the tiny metal of his tongue against your trembling flesh. What was once an impossible daydream - he was just teasing you this whole time, wasn't he? - now it was a real union in a secluded hallway in your bookshop. It was overwhelming the thought that Aemond, this stranger with the eye patch, was pinning you against his body to the bookcase with you having nowhere else to look but him, the fact nearly blew your mind away. Your desperation must have been evident on your face, as the blonde moved his thigh to press even further between your legs.

"And motivation is what I'm going to give you, kitten." He purred into the sensitive flesh of your ear and the subsequent moan that escaped your lips was so vulgar your mind only vaguely registered that it was yours. You didn't even know you were capable of making such a sound.

The hardness of his thick thigh bumped against your damp panties and you silently thanked your lazy personality for curling up to put your jeans in the wash, which culminated in you being forced to come to work in a skirt today. Usually you hated skirts and dresses, but there was no doubt that the lack of the physical barrier of your usual jeans was a blessing right now.

Your control of the situation is gone as quickly as it came, all with a simple flick of Aemond's right thigh. You feel his thigh pressing firmly against your groin, applying pressure to your clit, his leg pulling away just as quickly as it arrived. You whimper, biting your bottom lip, eyes slightly wide as you look at the man. He has a smile on his face, briefly arching an eyebrow. Aemond twitches his leg again, the movement bringing back the same sensation. You let out a groan, making the man chuckle.

"Do you like it?" he says, licking his bottom lip and you think that question was completely unnecessary given the facial expressions you're making.

But you nod your head minutely. "Y-Yes."

"Do you want more of this?" Aemond twitches his leg once more.

You let out another groan, tightening your legs around Aemond's thigh. His eye flicker down, the man arching an eyebrow.

"Yes!" The word sounds more desperate than it should. But then you forget any level of personal awkwardness when he wraps his hands around your shoulders and basically pushes you impossibly further into the bookcase, your head whipped back at the surprise of the action. And as you stammered out a confused scream, any words you were ready to shout at him were quickly swallowed up by his lips on yours.

For someone who generally avoided physical affection with other people, you could feel him quickly enveloping all your senses. The slow curve of his large, callused hand closing around your waist, pulling you against his front while you were still stunned. The other hand was already running around your neck and into your hair, fist closing in your strands tightly and keeping you pinned to him. His grip undoubtedly dominant as he brought your foreheads together. The feel of your hair trapped between his fingers like that made you gasp and your cheeks burn.

You felt used.

And you weren't complaining.

But Aemond's rough grip was almost ignored under the ecstasy of the kiss - hot and slow, being absolutely everything you'd expect from him. Not that you ever thought about kissing him.

Bullshit, you've basically been doing just that for days.

But touching him was a forbidden idea, a house of cards that, if you tried, would crumble under your unrequited desire. And yet here you were, struggling to breathe under your sealed lips as he continued to push that thigh against your pussy over and over. When his tongue brazenly licked yours, that damn piercing teasingly bumping your tongue, urging you to let him suck its taste like it was the purest nectar of the gods you could swear your body and mind had turned to mush.

He tasted like mint and smoke.

Aemond broke the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip and you took the opportunity to throw your head back and breathe as if you'd surfaced after long minutes underwater because, fuck, how could he expect you to maintain any decent flow of oxygen circulating in your body after that?

“Fuck you on my leg, kitten,” was his only demand, not giving you any extra seconds to recover. He didn't want you to recover.

Your breath catches in your throat and you whimper pathetically, shivering heavily at the pet name he insists on using. Placing your hands on his shoulders for stability, you slowly rock back and forth on his strong thigh. The knowledge that you were already embarrassingly close to orgasm sent blood rushing to your cheeks and chest.

He leans forward to make a mark on your collarbone before watching your movements. “Look at my bitch kitty. She's so desperate to come that she's willing to grind my leg to do it.” His chuckle turns into a groan when he sees you leave an arousal mark on his leg.

You whimper and hide your face in the crook of his neck, mortified with embarrassment and yet unable to stop your movements now. The hand that remains tangled in your hair pulls your head back to expose your throat to him. You moan as his tongue wets a long strip along your skin and he nips your ear, hot, wet breath tingling your skin.

A growl rips from his throat at the taste of your skin, the rumble vibrating against his chest. He pulls his face away from your neck before leaning in and bringing your foreheads together again.

"Fuck..." You mumble, arching your chest against his front. Your clit begins to throb from the stimulation you receives from Aemond's thigh, causing the wet spot on his jeans to grow bigger and bigger.

He's breathing in your face, drinking your despair straight from the source. You don't know whether to look at the scar partially hidden by the eye patch, or at his intense dark blue gaze. “How close are you, princess? Are you going to cum on my thigh like a good little girl?"

You can not answer. Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod anxiously and moan his name. "I'm...so...close..." You gasp, squeezing his leg between your thighs.

And at that moment some voices are heard by both of you, still not in the corridor you are in, but close to it.

You widen your eyes at the embarrassing possibility of being caught and something right there must have let Aemond know what you were thinking because he grips the back of your neck even tighter and pushes your hips down in a rough and so deliberately calculated motion. that makes your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Cum for me, little one,” he commands in snarl form, an animalistic growl without any room for rebuttal. He locks your gaze with his and when he's satisfied he has your full attention again he says, "Look at me when you do that."

You know you should look away, you know you should push him away and adjust your skirt. Pretend this never happened. But the oppressive intensity in his gaze and the chilling feeling of a tight knot in your stomach occupy your entire mind right now. The ambiguity of the situation stirred even more fuel in your veins. And you realize, with a whispered "oh" between Aemond's lips, that the possibility of being caught doing something so obscenely forbidden is turning you on.

Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open, emitting breathy grunts and guttural sighs for air. Your clit drags against his wet and rough jeans one last time before sending you into ecstasy. To avoid the long, loud moan he and you both know would come, Aemond locks your mouth on his, drinking in the sounds as you writhe against him, your orgasm seeping from your panties to his leg.

You don't know how much time has passed - if any - but at some point you realize that your mouths are no longer joined and that makes you open your eyes. Aemond had his teeth biting his lower lip so deeply at the sight of you that you're sure he drew blood. Your chest was still heaving and the last ripples came out of you in faint shivers. Despite your very recent orgasm, you feel a new wave of lust puddle in your folds as you realize Aemond was lost in his own fog. His lid was heavy as his own lust threatened to get the best of him. You could feel his hands on his body trembling slightly. A kind of self-restraint that only served to turn you on more.

As if on time the voices gave way to footsteps and the footsteps brought people into the hall. Aemond backing away slowly, reluctance obvious in his gaze and tense features, taking his hands away from you as if it physically hurt. And when you briefly glanced down and caught sight of the thick outline of his cock against his jeans you knew it really must hurt.

"This was so fucking hot, princess." He growled loud enough for only you to hear, licking his swollen lips. You whimpered an agreement, still staring at the thickness of his cock, begging for some relief.

It was really hot.

The small group of students entered the aisle of books, catching your attention as they asked you a question that your damaged brain couldn't recognize.

You could only watch Aemond walk away, the eerie blue gaze still locked on you as he took a few steps back towards the exit. Your heart squeezed and against all rationality and logic you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

Was he just going to leave you after what happened?

"Hmm, hello?" One of the students waved a hand in front of your flushed face, getting your attention. You caught one last glimpse of Aemond's smirk before looking into the curious brown eyes of the boy in front of you.

"Ah, what? I'm sorry, I...I was a little distracted. How can I help you?" You forced a smile onto your face, although it was definitely shaking with your restraint in holding back the tears.

The boy blinked a few times in slow contemplation, seeming to read your soul with those large, curious brown eyes, exuding more wisdom than any boy his age had any right to have.

"I just wanted to know if you would have the books on that list, it's for a school project." He said after a pause and you accepted the paper he handed you, you couldn't help but look down the hall once more in search of Aemond. But he was no longer there.

With a sigh you looked down at the list, smiling as professionally as possible before nodding once.

"Of course, we have all those. Come with me, please."

The sixth time you already had a broken heart. It was stupid and embarrassing, you didn't even know Aemond well and yet you were suffering because of him. But the feeling of being used and discarded wouldn't leave your bones. You tried to console yourself by saying it could have been worse. If that group of teenagers hadn't arrived maybe you would have gone all the way and your self loathing would have been much bigger now.

You told your friend that, of course. That you were right all the time. It was all a game to him, and if you hadn't been interrupted he would have taken all of you. You, the clumsy girl who had spilled coffee on him, was probably some kind of revenge. You, so foolish and malleable, had given in and hurt yourself yet again.

Days passed since the last meeting and you didn't see even his shadow anymore, he had simply disappeared. Sometimes you wondered if it wasn't all a figment of your fertile mind. It would make sense, a man with his looks and that sexy pirate aura...he looked like he came straight out of a book. You could have imagined it all, yes.

But the purple mark on your collarbone in the first few days after the last encounter was physical proof of what had happened.

You ran your fingers lightly over the place, knowing that now there was nothing there, time took care of erasing any trace of Aemond from your body. Now he only existed in your memories.

With a glance at the clock you turned the sign from 'open' to 'closed', stuck the key in the door to lock it and started packing your bag to leave. You were alone in the store, your co-worker having left early and leaving the bookshop in your hands until closing time. All in all, it had been a good day, you thought, humming softly and turning the key.

Two light taps against the glass had you looking up, ready to point at the sign and say it was closed. But the words died on your lips when you spotted Aemond standing on the other side of the glass, dark clothes and white hair loose, a backpack on his back and a cigarette between his tattooed fingers. You looked at him with parted lips, genuinely startled by his presence.

"Kitten. Would you open it please? It's a little cold out here." He grunted lifting the cigarette to his lips and taking a drag, gaze locked with yours. "Come on, baby."

With trembling fingers you turned the key again, the click unlocking the door was like a bomb to your ears. You stepped aside and let him in.

He walked in smoking, even though a sizable 'no smoking' sign was on the counter right next to him.

"I'm already leaving, so keep it fast." You said putting your hands on your hips and feigning indifference despite your own inner hysteria, wanting to get this over with soon. You didn't have time for this. What the hell he thought he was doing here right now was absolutely beyond you. And also absolutely unappreciated, as you had far more important things to do than deal with the increasingly confused feelings you were harboring for him.

Aemond dropped his backpack on a chair, apparently ignoring your words as he continued to drag on his cigarette. When you crossed your arms and raised an impatient eyebrow he finally walked towards you, stopping mere inches away, making you look up so as not to break eye contact.

He took the cigarette from his lips and you lowered your eyes, attracted by the soft pink lips, but then looked up again, embarrassed by the brief moment of weakness. You coughed as he blew the cloud of smoke right in your face, your hand frantically waving to get rid of it.

"You look so sexy when you're trying to get some attitude babe."

"I'm not trying to do anything, Aemond. Is there a purpose to your visit or are you so bored that you just decided to use me as your passive smoker as a way to pass the time?" Your brows furrowed as you felt all those mixed emotions inside you boil down to just one: irritation.

"Tsk, I see my last attempt at motivation didn't quite work out." He said chuckling and throwing the cigarette on the floor, ignoring your startled face and crushing it with the sole of his boot. You yelled indignantly.

"Hey! You're going to clean this up, you-"

Aemond squelched your protest with a hand to your cheek, pulling your mouth to his. A hard kiss that was all tongue and heat. You could taste his minty taste mixed with the taste of expensive tobacco as he licked long strips into your mouth and bit your lips possessively. His other hand was digging into the flesh of your hips, and you knew there would be bruises in the morning.

With a muffled groan you knew you were already giving in, of course you shouldn't have, but you were.

"Fuck, little girl, wasn't it enough rubbing that needy pussy on my thigh until you came?" He growled releasing your lips for a few seconds, "but that's okay, if you need more convincing I'll give you that."

"Aemond, god, this can't go on..." You said feeling suddenly drunk, his thick voice and that mouth confusing your thoughts once more, a wave carrying you from the safety of the sand and straight you into his sea - the sea that it was him.

"I guess I'm not making it obvious how much I want you princess." He replied, almost rudely, cupping your face in his hands and shaking it slightly. Looking, for perhaps the first time since you spilled hot coffee on him, really annoyed with you. "This isn't a fucking joke, Y/N."

"I-I don't..."

"I know you want me too." He said it with such confidence, that even if it weren't true you would have believed it.

But of course it was true.

"But that's okay, by the end of the night this will be clear to you once and for all." You shivered at the dark promise in his voice, "I'm going to eat you until my face shines. You're going to cum on my tongue like this, baby..." He said pushing you towards the shop counter, your back bumping against the cold marble. as you moaned at his words, your core tightening around nothingness. "Then you'll beg me to fuck you, right here." He slammed his hands down on the counter, cornering you with his much larger body. "And then every time you come to work you'll remember how well I fucked that stubborn pussy."

You honestly had no words so you just stood there with red cheeks and wide eyes. Aemond smiled and ran a thumb across your lower lip.

"Any objections, kitten?"

Did you know that behind that question was an option for you. You could deny it, he was giving you freedom to decide to stop it now. And with a shy shake of your head you made your decision, you would deal with the consequences later.

"N-no. None."

"Good." Aemond growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath. You put your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling his big frame press you further into the counter.

"I won't be gentle, kitten. I…I wouldn't know how." Even through your haze of lust you caught the slightest hint of shy vulnerability in his voice, as if he was telling you a secret, something he's ashamed of.

You took your hands to his cheeks, pressing until he lifted his head and faced you.

"I don't care. I just want you."

He hummed and licked his lips, apparently hungry for more. You felt like his gaze was baring your soul and taking you anywhere he wanted. Just for that you shuddered and squirmed in your seat.

"You should be more careful what you say, kitten. Eventually you'll find out I'm not a man to be teased." You whimpered, feeling your body shiver at the dangerous darkness in his voice.

"Maybe I like the danger." It was your tremulous response, clearly triggering some diabolical side in him that he had hither to been under control, his pupil dilating so much as to suck the blue ring from his retina, leaving behind the darkness of a black hole about to swallow you in its endless whirlpool.

His hands were on your shirt so fast you barely bit back the startled cry, he pushed your shirt the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor in a useless heap, and then his mouth was on yours again with blunt force. You moaned as his tongue attack resumed. He grumbled contentedly when you started kissing him back. His tongue felt so good against yours that all you wanted to do was lie there and kiss him for hours, surrendering to the intense suction of his mouth.

His hands were in motion again, scratching at your sides, coming up behind you to quickly unclasp your bra. You made a whimpering protest noise into his mouth, but he swallowed, pressing his tongue even harder, forcing you to stop your noises and press your tongue against his. The wet, slick heat of his mouth was driving you crazy.

Your bra was unceremoniously thrown to the side and rough hands came up to cup your breasts. Another groan ripped from your throat as he pinched one nipple, twisting it tightly in his grip. Your mouths disconnected again, breaths heated between each other as you fought to make up for the lack of oxygen. You both looked down simultaneously, him obviously coveting the soft flesh of your breasts under his palms and you delighted and aroused as you watched his tattooed hands and fingers curl and tease you. Icy rings tingling your heated skin.

One of his hands moves slowly until it gently encircles your throat. At first he holds you so tenderly you have to stifle a groan just thinking about it. He keeps his hand there as his left hand moves to the button of your jeans, pulling the zipper and rubbing his thumb along the exposed skin of your lower belly. You'd think he would be watching what you're doing, but he's watching your face the entire time and you feel confident once again that if you asked him to stop, he would.

But you do not. You're not even sure you can define the word "stop" right now.

His finger moves to the top of your slick panties, tracing back and forth between your skin and the elastic.

He tilts your head up with his thumb so that your face is bare to him, his grip now firm on your neck. You almost have all your weight leaning on the counter behind you, afraid you'll fall to the floor. Which seems like a real possibility when his middle finger grazes your clit. Your legs tremble from the contact as he slowly moves his finger back and forth over you. It's honestly embarrassing how wet you are right now.

He pulls his finger out quickly and, to your shock, puts it in his mouth, circling his tongue around it like a lollipop. His grip tightens around your throat, his other hand moving deep inside your panties before thrusting two large fingers inside you.

You cry out, the sensation sending a burst of pleasure through every part of your body. Your chest pushes into him, your back arching as his fingers push further, stretching you with a delicious aching sensation.

“What a brave girl you are,” he whispers into your ear, his fingers curling slightly inside your pussy, the icy feel of the bulge of the rings on his fingers slipping in and out of you making you bite your lip so hard you think may have drawn blood. Your eyes roll back as his pace starts to pick up, every now and then using his thumb to stimulate your clit again.

And then Aemond was diving lower, pressing a wet kiss to one of your breasts, fingers still fucking your pussy at a pace you'd come to find frustratingly slow. Whimpers and moans fall from your lips in a chorus as Aemond's tongue worships your breast. The tiny drop of metal in the middle of his tongue brushes your perky nipples just right, bringing waves of pleasure through you.

You're already so turned on, you just want him to hurry up and get on with it. The obscene sound of your fingers going in and out of you makes your cheeks red. You shift uncomfortably, letting out a needy moan.

He responds with a mischievous laugh, slowly removing his fingers from your pussy. You sigh and frown, ready to voice a complaint, but back off immediately when he grabs your thighs and pulls you up, keeping you sitting on top of the counter. He looks into your eyes as he moves his mouth to your ribcage, fingers hooking the sides of your panties and pulling them along your legs, leaving you officially naked in front of him. Naked at the counter where you serve clients every day. He spreads your legs, sucking and biting the skin on your stomach as he moves down your body, making you squirm restlessly. His hands press down on your legs to keep you still, smiling when you let out a rather pathetic groan. His fingers curl into your thighs as he settles between your legs.

He sinks his teeth into the skin below your navel, making you hiss.

And then his mouth is on his inner thigh and you gasp sharply, jerking against him, but his grip on your legs keeps you immobile. You whimper, trying to pull away from his teasing mouth as he bites and sucks the skin on your inner thigh, so close to your aching core. He moves his mouth to your other thigh, dragging his tongue up and then down before pressing the tip of his nose to your dripping center.

“God, you're soaked. Is this all just for me, kitten?” he moans, his deep voice rumbling between your legs as his hot breath brushes your wet core, you whimper, arching your hips towards his face. "Behave yourself now, princess," he murmurs seriously. The timbre of his voice compels you to obey and you relax under his touch. "Good girl." He rewards your with a touch, his fingers threading through the wetness of your folds and teasing your entrance once more.

He starts again slowly; with one finger he pushes into your heat. Immediately you tighten around him, squeezing your walls as he pushes all the way through. He moves his finger inside you a little before he decides to slide another one into your heat. He almost growls as you eagerly take the next finger, its walls already slightly taut from his recent touch.

"Pl-Please, please more. I need more, Aemond." His name escapes your lips like melted honey, like a song, the pleasure weighing too heavily on your mind and you can't think beyond the haze of lust hovering over you. Aemond's eyebrows shoot up at the sound of his name in that needy tone, pupil growing even bigger if possible. He really growls this time; a low, animalistic sound coming from his chest. In one swift movement, he drags you closer to him, pins your body to the counter with his hand and sticks another finger into your needy pussy.

"Fuck, you're that beautiful," he growls as you complain at the feel of his fingers dipping into you. He curls them inside you, brushing against your sweet spot and making you curl into the counter. "So fucking needy." You cannot say anything in response; the pleasure overwhelmed you so much that you resorted strictly to gasps of air between moans. Aemond continues to fuck you open with three fingers, snipping and stretching you as best he can. He rubs against your g-spot with each thrust, and you can feel your euphoria already fast approaching.

He smiles at you, eye on yours as he slowly lowers his mouth to your dripping pussy. With the slightest kittenish lick, he drags his tongue along your folds, catching the strands of arousal as he moves. The ghostly sensation almost sends you into a spiral. He pulls back a hair's length and you push your hips against his face, desperate as you babble that you need more - more of him. "Shh, I got you, I said you'd cum on my tongue, didn't I baby?" Aemond laughs, a satisfied smile stretched across his lips. "Give me that." He plunges back into your pussy, parting your lips with two fingers and pressing his tongue into your heated core. Your mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure, the feel of his tongue along with that dangerous little ball of metal in the middle of it swirling copiously on your swollen clit taking you so far into pleasure you can't move anymore. Aemond takes you to your orgasm just like that, dragging his tongue all over your pussy to pinch your clit before the rush of an orgasm hits.

You barely register as the fingers of one hand slide to grip yours, letting them entwine and cling as you move in your orgasm, feeling your body shudder and shiver beneath his. Only when you were a wobbly, limp mess did he stop licking your clit, giving you some time to stabilize and catch your breath.

"Good girl, good girl," he murmurs against your inner thigh. He presses a series of kisses against the skin before nipping at it and replacing the gentle pecks with small bites and marks. You come down from your euphoria relatively quickly, though it's probably just because of the advance promise that he's going to fuck you for real soon.

When you, panting and more determined than ever, start tugging at his shirt, he helps you pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor. You let your hands roam, up his arms, down his chest, up his back, the skin soft and warm and solid under your fingers. Reverently, you trace the outline of his body, feeling the softness of the light hair that flowed over his broad shoulders, feeling privileged to be able to see him like this; fully. Of his defined arms - the muscles bulging under the tattooed skin; down to his bare belly, hints of his lean, defined abdomen through smooth skin. Beautiful and intricate designs cover his strong arms and chest; from the shoulders to the fingers. Black mixes with reds, blues and greens, the ink illustrating detailed representations of many different things. Your delicate and gentle fingers stroking the dragon's tail peeking around his waist, feeling Aemond grunt happily and his muscles twitch in response.

It wasn't chaotic art, it was strangely organized and calculated. It was perfection.

"Are you ready for the main event, kitten?" he asked as he unzipped his jeans enough to pull his cock out, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit in an agonizingly slow manner. You looked at him and shivered slightly at the focus his tip had on your clit and the intimidating size.

Was this really supposed to fit you?

As if reading your thoughts, a deep chuckle reverberated through his body. He was smiling innocently despite the vicious glint in his gaze, the eye patch adding a particular level of sex appeal that you already knew he would have. He was enjoying the reaction you had to his throbbing cock. It was as if he was silently asking 'you sorry now, babe?'

Of course you weren't.

You nodded yes and that was all the encouragement he needed. And all the warning you've had. You let out a wordless scream when in a single stroke he reached every corner of your pussy at once. His saliva and wetness of your orgasm allowed him to penetrate easily...but even then, you could never be prepared for the length and girth of him.

"Holy shit," He moaned deeply and massaged the iron grip he had on your hip, "You feel better than I could ever imagine."

The wave of stinging heat pulsed through the air before it reached down and pierced you in the blink of an eye - forcing another silent groan from your throat.

Such feelings had you valiantly running your hands over his shoulders to the back of his neck, where you laced your fingers into the back of his hair to pull him closer to you, tentatively moving your hips in an indiscreet request for him to move. Your actions didn't go unnoticed as he arched an eyebrow and looked at you with an expression a little more serious than you'd expect, especially considering how he basically trembled under your fingers just how much he wanted you. “Are we excited? I'm afraid that even as I wish to see you satisfied, you must realize that I'm in control here,” he stated with an unexpected firmness that made you freeze all further action.

The next sensation was his lips crushing against yours roughly, devouring your moans of surprise as he pulled back just enough to slam his cock back, deep. He kept his brutal pace going just enough to make it steady. There was no smooth start or preparation. He fucked you, raw and hard. No pleasantries, as he had promised.

Your fingers maintained a stubborn grip on his hair, struggling to steady yourself in the face of his ferocious onslaught. Kissing him back with as much fire as he was starting to fuck you, you bit his lip, which caused an unexpected growl to come from him. It sent a nice thrill through you, making you wrap your legs around him, which he helped to do as he grabbed both of your thighs to hoist you up at a better angle. He continued to thrust in and out roughly, the wet slap of your union nearly drowning out the heavy breathing between your kisses. You could taste you on his lips, but you didn't care.

“You're playing dangerously,” he hissed, leaving kisses on your neck that were more teeth than lips. A long strip of licks from your collarbone to your ear, culminating in a vicious bite across your lobe.

"A-aemond!"

Aemond's breathing gets harder each time he smacks your messy pussy. Your body is already curling towards him like a moth drawn to a flame, anticipation and anxiety coursing through his veins. "Do you like it?" Aemond gasps into your ear, his fingers caressing your clit as he fucks you with a rhythm that has your ass slamming against the marble counter, a premise for future bruises. Not that you care about that now. "Do you like when I fuck you like that, little one?" He combines his words with another vicious swirl on your sensitive little nub, making your mouth fall open in a silent scream. The shallow breath coming out of your throat matches the quick slap of his cock into your tight pussy, he's going so fast it almost makes you dizzy with pleasure.

It's totally different from your normal nature to be so reckless. But when he teases your pussy for the second time that night, twirling your clit with his thumb, you go under him with a strained cry. Your orgasm causes your pussy to tighten around him like you're trying to milk him dry. “A-aemond. I-I'm coming!" Your whole body convulses, nearly making him lose his cool along with your orgasm.

It's not long before Aemond abandons all pretense of control, he's leaning his entire body weight on you to lean in deeper, to shove a jackhammer into your battered pussy with the sole intention of chasing his own orgasm. Even as you cry out at the hypersensitivity of his long cock hurting your sensitive insides, Aemond holds you immobile to keep you trapped helplessly against his body as he falls to the edge of pleasure. He curses softly, the sparks of pleasure in his stomach exploding into fireworks as your nipples graze his chest, taking him even further over the precipice of his orgasm.

His big hand spreads over your soft stomach, pressing almost possessively against the slight bulge of his cock under your skin, and even when Aemond is finished, he continues to thrust his sensitive cock inside you, just so he can see the cum ooze out of your beautiful pussy and how you tremble and whimper with the hypersensitivity. Clearly, he's worn you out.

Your eyelids are already closed when Aemond finally pulls away from your body, grabbing you around the waist and pulling your body to his as you both fall to the ground in a joint, exhausted mess. You curl up against his body, ignoring any internal warnings that this might be too intimate, groaning contentedly as he wraps his long, strong arms around your small body, pulling your head toward his chest.

You don't know how long you both stay in that intimate and strangely calming position, but your eyes are heavy and your body has long since relaxed, the tentacles of sleep slowly coming to get you. But then you hear:

"Is that camera on the wall working?"

You smile against the warm skin of his chest.

"No, it had a fault a few days ago and so far the technician hasn't come to fix it."

Aemond hummed a long 'hmmm', sounding definitely disappointed.

"What a shame."

You lifted your head and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, even as you fought back the laughter that wanted to burst your lips.

"Perverted!"

He shrugged and pulled your face close to his, touching your noses in a gentle caress. You threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging and lightly scratching his scalp, earning a soft purr in response.

"I meant what I said, kitten. I'm fucking interested in you. Since the day you spilled my hot coffee on me." He smiled at the words, a simple lift of the lips, but that already showed how much he cared about that memory.

"Funny, I could have sworn you wanted to kill me right then." You said playfully, trying to mask the dangerous lurch your heart took at that expression of his.

"Oh, I did." He didn't add any further explanation, leaving you wide-eyed and open-mouthed with surprise. When he returned to lift the side corner in a sneer you exhaled your breath and shook your head. "You are cruel!"

He pulled you down until he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, long fingers cupping your chin to keep your attention on his gaze. A light pink dust on his cheeks and an oddly nervous expression on his face, making you arch your eyebrows in curiosity.

"I know maybe the order is messed up, but... would you like to go on a date with me babe?Out of this bookstore, I mean. Fuck, I really like books and all, but even I have to admit it's getting redundant." He finished sullenly, pouting irritably.

Your chuckle echoed in the silent store and you stroked the back of his neck as you nodded several times, not caring that he saw how happy you were with that question. Your insecurities and fears fell asleep with a simple request, the certainty that this was not a bad joke or a one-time thing.

You would finally have the opportunity to meet this mysterious and intense man who had been surrounding your life for weeks.

You would try.

"Yes, I would love that, Aemond."

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[parkchvnyeols]

yuta through the eras

[nctream]

the moment we all have been waiting for: nct and wayv members together ♡

[auroras-boreales]

Con sólo ver este vídeo me doy cuenta de que tiene problemas mentales, aparte de asesinar a sus gatos tambien acosa a sus compañeras… pero que va a pasar en este hermoso país llamado Chile? Que igual que una flaite qla que mató a su gato, este pendejo enfermo dirá que está arrepentido y que temen por su vida.

Esta gente no es normal, matar y grabar la muerte de una mascota no es normal, me gustaría que le sacaran la chucha al pendejo culiao, pero no lo harán, como ya dije es enfermo, ojalá verlo o saber que está en un psiquiatrico luego.

Démosle amor a nuestros hijos (cuando tengan) y pongan mucha atención, que no salgan como estos pendejos asesinos.

[ablazedays]

- K I M   J O N G H Y U N -

[lcveball]

[el-azul-de-tus-mares]

345 Preguntas

[nauseabundx]

En la 183 comienza lo bueno

1 ¿Cuál es tu nombre?

2 ¿Qué edad tienes?

3 ¿Cuándo cumples años?

4 ¿Signo zodiacal?

5 ¿Cuánto mides?

6 ¿De dónde eres?

7 ¿Qué te dedicas?

8 ¿Qué estudias?

9 ¿Tienes Instagram?

10 ¿Darías tu whatsapp?

11 ¿Cuál es tu color favorito?

12 ¿Cuáles son tus flores favoritas?

13 ¿Cuántos seguidores tienes?

14 ¿Por qué elegiste ese nombre para tu blog?

15 ¿Tienes hermanos?

16 ¿Animal favorito?

17 ¿Alguna vez llegaste a pensar que tendías los seguidores que ahora tienes?

18 ¿Cómo te describirías a ti mismo?

19 ¿Cuál es el aspecto sobre ti que más te gusta?

20 ¿Dónde te gustaría estar en un futuro?

21 ¿Cómo tiene que ser una persona para llamar tu atención?

22 ¿Tardas en responder mensajes?

23 ¿Crees en segundas oportunidades?

24 ¿Cuál es tu tema de conversación favirito?

25 ¿Te consideras una persona de mente abierta?

26 ¿Te gusta la adrenalina?

27 ¿Celas a tus amigos?

28 ¿Has puesto los cuernos?

29 ¿Te han puesto los cuernos?

30 ¿Qué piensas sobre la infidelidad?

31 ¿Nombre de tu ex?

32 ¿Por qué terminaron tú y tu ex?

33 ¿Ya superaste a tu ex?

34 ¿Por qué no funciono tu última relación?

35 ¿Has sido no correspondido?

36 ¿Cuál es tu peor hábito?

37 ¿Cuál es tu mejor hábito?

38 ¿Tienes alguna fobia?

39 ¿Crees en el destino?

40 Si pudieras regresar en el tiempo ¿qué consejo te darías?

41 ¿Qué prefieres; ser el centro de atención o el anonimato?

42 ¿Te gustan los niños?

43 ¿A qué edad planeas tener hijos?

44 ¿Tienes hijos?

45 ¿Qué idiomas dominas?

46 ¿Qué te hace enojar?

47 ¿Qué te pone de mal humor?

48 ¿Qué te pone feliz al instante?

49 ¿Pedir perdón o pedir permiso?

50 ¿Te gusta que te celen?

51 ¿Te consideras una persona celosa?

52 ¿Qué historia vergonzosa de ti siguen contando tus amigos?

53 ¿Qué opinas de los tatuajes?

54 ¿Tienes tatuajes?

55 ¿En dónde te harías tatuajes?

56 Sube una foto de sus tatuajes

57 ¿Tienes piercings?

58 Sube foto de los piercings que tengas

59 ¿Crees en el karma?

60 ¿Puedes ser completamente tu cuando estas con tu pareja?

61 ¿Qué es lo más lindo que te han dicho?

62 ¿Fumas?

63 ¿Tomas?

64 ¿Consumes alguna droga?

65 ¿Practicas algún deporte?

66 ¿Has robado algo?

67 ¿Has golpeado a alguien?

68 ¿Dices groserías?

69 ¿Compartes cuarto con alguien?

70 ¿Tienes pánico escénico?

71 ¿Cómo consideras tu autoestima?

72 ¿Has hecho algo para encajar?

73 ¿Has llorado frente alguien?

74 ¿Cuál es la peor cosa que han inventado de ti?

75 ¿Has sufrido algún accidente?

76 ¿Te han robado algún objeto valioso?

77 ¿Cuántos días has durado sin ducharte?

78 ¿Has vomitado en público?

79 ¿Hablas solo/a?

80 ¿Has hecho la ley del hielo?

81 ¿Qué es lo que más odias que te hagan?

82 ¿Salado o dulce?

83 ¿Perros o gatos?

84 ¿Has fingido ser alguien más?

85 ¿Te has enamorado por internet?

86 ¿Cómo te gustaría que fuera tu boda?

87 ¿Chocolate blanco, normal o amargo?

88 ¿Crees en el amor verdadero?

89 ¿Has mandado a alguien a la friendzone?

90 ¿Te han mandado a la friendzone?

91 ¿Te gustan las personas cursis?

92 ¿Te gusta que te miren a los ojos?

93 ¿Has roto algún corazón?

94 ¿Se han decepcionado de ti?

95 Nombre de alguien que odias

96 ¿Eres puntual?

97 ¿Odias la impuntualidad?

98 ¿Te han dejado plantado?

99 ¿Te han dibujado alguna vez?

100 ¿Te han dedicado alguna canción? (Menciona cuál)

101 ¿Te han escrito alguna carta?

102 ¿Te gustan los juegos de mesa? (menciona tu favorito)

103 ¿Te has quedado dormida en el hombro de algún desconocido?

104 ¿Has golpeado o insultado a tu pareja?

105 ¿Tu pareja te ha golpeado o insultado alguna vez?

106 ¿Dibujas?

107 Sube foto de algún dibujo que hayas echo

108 ¿Te gusta cantar?

109 Sube un video de ti cantando

110 ¿Qué tipo de música te gusta?

111 ¿Canción favorita?

112 ¿Grupo musical favorito?

113 ¿Cuál es tu cantante favorito?

114 ¿Qué canción describiría tu vida?

115 ¿Canción de la que te sepas toda la letra?

116 Recomienda una canción

117 Recomienda un grupo

118 Recomienda un cantante

119 ¿Qué tipo de películas te gustan?

120 ¿Película favorita?

121 Recomienda una película

122 ¿Has tenido un momento de película? (cuéntalo)

123 ¿Caricatura favorita?

124 Recomienda una caricatura

125 ¿Serié favorita?

126 Recomienda una serie

127 ¿Serie o caricatura que marco tu infancia?

128 ¿Actor favorito?

129 ¿Te gusta el anime?

130 ¿Anime favorito?

131 Recomienda un anime

132 ¿Te gustan los doramas?

133 ¿Dorama favorito?

134 Recomienda un dorama

135 ¿Te gusta leer?

136 ¿Escritor favorito?

137 ¿Libro favorito?

138 Recomienda un libro

139 Si escribieran un libro de tu vida ¿Cuál sería el titulo? ¿Por qué?

140 Si escribieras todo lo que te ha pasado hasta ahora y lo hicieras un libro, ¿Crees que alguien lo leería?

141 ¿Frase favorita de algún libro, película o serie?

142 Recomienda un blog

143 ¿Qué es para ti la libertad?

144 ¿Qué es lo más alocado que has hecho?

145 ¿Has hecho estupideces por una apuesta?

146 ¿Cuál es la peor mentira que has dicho?

147 ¿Aparentas mayor o menor edad de la que tienes?

148 ¿Preferirías viajar al futuro o al pasado? ¿Por qué?

149 ¿Personaje de ficción con el que te identifiques?

150 ¿Si tuvieras un súper poder cual sería?

151 ¿Eres de los que sacrificaría la vida de una persona para salvar cien?

152 ¿De qué color es tu cuarto?

153 ¿Cómo describirías tu habitación?

154 Sube fotos de tu habitación

155 Sube una foto tuya sonriendo

156 Sube foto de cuando eras niña

157 Sube foto de cuando eras adolescente

158 ¿Tienes mascotas?

159 Sube foto de tus mascotas

160 ¿Personaje ficticio que es tu crush?

161 Nombre del blog del que es tu crush en Tumblr (te reto a etiquetarlo)

162 ¿Te le has declarado a alguien? (Cuenta como fue)

163 ¿Cuál es el momento más vergonzoso de tu vida?

164¿Qué es lo mejor que te ha pasado en la vida?

165 ¿Quién es la persona que más amas?

166 ¿Cuál es tu estación del año favorita?

167 ¿Cuál es tu comida favorita?

168 ¿Cuál es tu bebida favorita?

169 ¿Cuál es tu bebida alcohólica favorita?

170 ¿Cuál es tu comida chatarra favorita?

171 ¿Cuál es tu olor favorito?

172 ¿Qué perfume usas?

173 ¿Tienes apodos? (menciona cuales son)

174 Menciona a tu ídolo

175 ¿Cuál ha sido el mayor susto de tu vida?

176 ¿Qué tipo de alcohólico eres?

177 ¿Te has vengado de alguien? (cuenta como fue)

178 ¿En qué posición duermes?

179 ¿A qué países te gustaría viajar?

180 Menciona 5 países favoritos

181 ¿Cuál es tu lugar favorito en el mundo?

182 ¿Canción que te ponga triste?

183 ¿Te gusta el sexo o lo odias?

184 ¿Cuál es tu orientación sexual?

185 ¿Qué es lo más y menos romántico que te ha sucedido?

186 ¿Nombre de tu primer amor?

187 ¿A qué edad te dieron “la plática”

188 ¿Qué apodos cariñosos has odiado que te pongan?

189 ¿Tus apodos cariñosos favoritos?

190 ¿Qué parte de tu cuerpo te gusta más?

191 ¿Físicamente que es lo que te gusta que alguien?

192 ¿Cuál es tu posición para dormir en pareja favorita?

193 ¿Te han visto desnudo/a?

194 ¿Cuál es el mejor lugar para una cita?

195 ¿Te han descubierto apañando o teniendo sexo? (Cuenta como fue)

196 ¿Te han robado algún beso?

197 ¿A qué edad fue tu primer beso?

198 Cuenta como fue tu primer beso

199 ¿Cómo crees que tiene que ser tu primera vez?

200 ¿A qué edad te masturbaste por primera vez?

201 ¿A qué edad fue tu primera vez?

202 ¿Tu primera vez fue con el amor?

203 Cuenta como fue tu primera vez

204 ¿Te gusta que te mueran los labios?

205 ¿Te gustan los besos con lengua?

206 ¿Qué es lo que odias de un beso?

207 ¿Qué partes del cuerpo te gusta que te muerdan?

208 ¿Qué partes de cuerpo te gusta besar?

209 ¿Qué partes del cuerpo te gusta que te besen?

210 ¿Has tenido una relación con alguien solo por interés?

211 ¿Te gusta el afecto en público?

212 ¿Te gustan los abrazos?

213 ¿Te gustan mayores o menores que tú?

214 4 cosas que te exitan

215 4 cosas que no te exitan

216 ¿Hablas de sexo con tus amigos?

217 ¿Hablas de sexo con tus papás?

218 ¿Tus padres saben que no eres virgen?

219 ¿Te has besado, apañado o tenido sexo en un elevador?

220 ¿Sexo rudo o con amor?

221 ¿Dónde te gusta que te den besos?

222 ¿Qué parte de tu cuerpo han usado como almohada?

223 ¿En qué parte corporal de alguien más te gusta recostarte?

224 ¿Te gusta hablar durante el sexo?

225 ¿Te gusta que te miren a los ojos durante el sexo?

226 ¿Has besado a una persona de tu mismo sexo? (¿Placer o experimentación?)

227 ¿Has tenido sexo con una persona de tu mismo sexo?

228 ¿Has espiado a algún/a vecino/a?

229 ¿Has salido con alguien bisexual?

230 ¿Has participado en algún trio sexual? (Cuenta como fue)

231 ¿Te gustaría hacer un trio?

232 ¿Has fantaseado con tu mejor amigo/a?

233 ¿Tendrías un encuentro sexual con tu mejor amigo?

234 ¿Qué opinas del porno?

235 ¿Ves porno?

236 ¿A qué edad viste porno por primera vez?

237 ¿De qué clasificación te gusta ver el porno?

238 ¿Actor/Actriz porno que es tu crush?

239 ¿Lo has hecho en un auto? ¿Te gustaría hacerlo?

240 ¿En qué países te gustaría tener sexo?

241 ¿Lugares específicos en los que te gustaría tener sexo?

242 ¿Lo has hecho en una ducha? ¿Te gustaría hacerlo?

243 ¿Lo has hecho en alguna piscina o jacuzzi? ¿Te gustaría hacerlo?

244 Cuenta la experiencia sexual más loca que hayas tenido

245 ¿Te has besado con un desconocido?

246 ¿Novios o amigos con beneficios?

247 ¿Has fantaseado con algún familiar?

248 ¿Tendrías un encuentro sexual con algún familiar?

249 ¿Has tenido sexo con algún desconocido? (cuenta como fue)

250 ¿Se te ha insinuado un profesor?

251 ¿Has fantaseado con algún profesor?

252 ¿Has tenido algún encuentro sexual con algún profesor?

253 ¿En qué lugares de una casa has tenido sexo?

254 ¿Con cuantas personas has tenido sexo?

255 Menciona los lugares más raros y locos en los que has tenido sexo

256 ¿Has hecho un oral?

257 ¿Te han hecho un oral?

258 ¿Has hecho un anal?

259 ¿Te han hecho un anal?

260 Menciona tus 5 posiciones sexuales favoritas

261 ¿Has hecho un 69?

262 ¿Cuántas veces te mastabas al día?

263 ¿Masturbarte o que te masturben?

264 ¿Lo has hecho en algún motel/hotel?

265 ¿Tienes parafilias? (menciona cuales tienes)

266 ¿Tienes fetiches? (menciona cuales)

267 ¿Te has metido a una playa o a una piscina desnudo/a?

268 ¿Te gusta andar desnudo por tu habitación o casa?

269 ¿Has bailado desnudo/a?

270 ¿Con o sin lubricante?

271 ¿Qué utilizas de lubricante?

272 ¿Cuál es tu sabor de lubricante o condón es tu favorito?

273 ¿Cuál es tu juego sexual favorito?

274 3 posiciones sexuales que odies

275 ¿Nalgas o pechos?

276 ¿A las cuantas salidas tienes sexo?

277 ¿Cuál es la mayor cantidad de veces que lo has hecho en un día?

278 ¿Has tenido un orgasmo?

279 ¿Cuándo fue la última vez que tuviste un orgasmo?

280 ¿Qué opinas de la abstinencia?

281 ¿Tener sexo o hacer el amor?

282 ¿Morder o que te muerdan?

283 ¿Qué te den nalgas o darla?

284 ¿Qué te den oral o darlo?

285 ¿Con o sin condón?

286 ¿Cuál es tu tipo de condón favorito?

287 ¿Qué preservativo utilizas?

288 ¿Has ido a un prostíbulo?

289 ¿Pene grande o chico?

290 ¿Pene grueso o delgado?

291 ¿Qué utilizas para masturbarte?

292 ¿Cuánto te mide?

293 ¿La tienes depilada o sin depilar?

294 ¿Qué opinas de las parejas sunyer?

295 ¿Has probado tus propios fluidos?

296 ¿Has hecho un beso del payaso? (cuenta tu experiencia)

297 ¿Dónde te gusta que te eyaculen?

298 ¿Te gustan las nalgadas?

299 ¿Tienes nudes tuyos?

300 ¿Has enviado nudes?

301 ¿Te has grabado teniendo sexo?

302 ¿Depilado/as o sin depilar?

303 ¿Pene con o sin circuncisión?

304 ¿Te gusta vestirte de algo en especial para tener sexo?

305 ¿Te gusta que se vistan de algo en especial para tener sexo?

306 ¿Has tenido algún encuentro sexual en algún lugar público? ¿Te gustaría tenerlo? (cuenta como fue)

307 ¿Qué opinas es exhibicionismo?

308 ¿Te gusta el masoquismo?

309 ¿Alguna vez has fantaseado con otra persona mientras tienes sexo con tu pareja?

310 ¿Te gusta el sadomasoquismo?

311 Sube foto tuya de cuerpo completo

312 Sube foto tuya de tus labios

313 Sube foto de tus piernas

314 ¿Cuál es tu punto débil?

315 ¿Dónde te gusta que te toquen?

316 ¿Te gusta que te agarren del pelo durante el sexo?

317 ¿Qué opinas de los chupetes?

318 ¿Te han hecho un chupete?

319 ¿Has hecho un chupete?

320 ¿Te gusta ver porno mientras tienes sexo?

321 ¿Te gusta poner música mientras tienes sexo?

322 ¿Qué tipo de música pones mientras tienes sexo? (Pon una canción)

323 ¿Te muerdes los labios?

324 ¿Experiencia sexual más vergonzosa?

325 Cuenta tu experiencia sexual más placentera

326 ¿Has hecho un beso negro?

327 ¿Te han hecho un beso negro?

328 ¿Delgado/a o Gordo/a?

329 Si tuvieras un trio, ¿Qué prefieres dos hombres y una mujer o dos mujeres y un hombre?

330 ¿Has utilizado objetos raros como consolador? (menciona cuales)

331 ¿Te gusta la clasfomanía?

332 ¿Te gusta hablar durante el sexo?

333 ¿Utilizas palabras obscenas durante el sexo?

334 ¿Te exita que te digan palabras obscenas durante el sexo?

335 ¿Has hecho algún baile erótico?

336 ¿Has tenido un encuentro con una prostituta?

337 ¿Qué opinas de la lectolagnia?

338 ¿Te gusta la merintofilia?

339 ¿Qué opinas de la fixiofilia?

340 ¿Cómo te gusta la ropa interior?

341 ¿Le has enseñado a alguien a besar?

342 ¿Besos o abrazos?

343 ¿Tienes novio en este momento?

344 ¿Send nudes?

345 Pegunta libre

[sentencesforartemis]

“-Hay muchas cosas peores que la muerte -respondió él-. No ser amado y no ser capaz de amar.”

Cazadores De sombras: Los origenes 3 "Princesa mecánica"

[sentencesforartemis]

“Cuando se ama a alguien de una forma tan intensa y ese alguien no ama del mismo modo, es imposible separarse bien”

Crónicas de Magnus Bane

[kyuhyu-k]

I LOVE MY EXTRA MEN!

[ujudaestarnim-blog]

Reason no. 11024172814715213 why my heart beats for Super Junior.

[callechile]

Cerro Cordillera | Valparaiso

[caffeinepunk-deactivated2019111]

[madisonbraden]

This photo should be on everyone’s blog at least once.

[mistressazariel]

I wish they would recreate this picture with how they are now 

[theelohyouarchives-deactivated2]

someone’s caught the cuddle bug ♡ (for @galaxymagick)

[bimiriyas-deactivated20210810]

words of support for the gay community

[murallamuerta]

Cosas que deberían durar más:

— Las series. — Los fines de semana.

[harrygayprince]

mi mamá

[sentencesforartemis]

Los abuelos