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Hello! It's been over an year, I hope everyone is well <3
I am back because tumblr decided to nuke my pinned post for containing "sexually explicit content" it doesn't. And I've seen few my posts nuked for that too.
I came back here to mainly make a new post to navigate through my blog, so I won't be here for long.
I've read all the kind comments from last year and it genuinely means a lot, I am still recovering from the incident, but sadly I won't be back for HoTD content yet.
Thank you so much for understanding and supporting, I really enjoyed my time here so much, thank you all so so so much for the wonderful time <3
Hello everyone, sorry for being inactive for such a long time, and sorry for the abrupt announcement of my departure, I know I have unfinished works that I have yet to complete, but I won't anymore, I'm not going to delete the on going fics, but I am not going to publish anymore chapters because I lost the material, I originally wanted to publish the left over chapters of my ongoing fics and leave but, yeah, this was the final 'fuck you' from life it seems.
It was a tough decision, but stuff happened in my life that rendered this situation, I do not want to share it online cause it's very triggering and I frankly do not want to recall what happened, but since then I've found no motivation to do anything, I'm quitting writing, for now, maybe I'll come back, maybe I won't.
It was nice building these friendships and community, truly thankful for everyone that supported me until now but, yeah. I'm sorry and goodbye. I owe everyone an explanation for my sudden disappearance. Once again, I'm sorry and I'm very thankful for the time with you all <3
Perhaps I will return in the future, till then, goodbye, I love you all so much <3
I reread metanoia's final chapters and they lowkey feel rushed so I'm kind of glad that they weren't posted, I'm editing them to make the plot make more sense, sorry y'all.
Also after metanoia and borderline I'll likely be on hiatus until may 2025 (I'll drop in here once a while) cause I just the biggest exams of my life coming up rn, adulthood is finally catching up to me 😭
Summary: Aemond wants to try something new for your one year anniversary.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, lovestruck Aemond, oral (f. & m. receiving), 69, spanking, manhandling, rimming (f. receiving)
A/N: This is straight up porn lmao. A request by anon from last December, enjoy! 🩵
Word Count: 1800
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“What time did you say we have reservations?”
Observing your reflection, an annoyed huff leaves your lips as you try to pin your hair back for what feels like the 50th time.
Uncooperative, it seems like your locks stubbornly refuse to wield into the style you have in mind.
Fuck it.
You throw the pin into the sink and sigh loudly, hands coming up to harshly unravel your hard work.
Before you get the chance to do more damage, Aemond appears behind you and gently places his hands over yours,
“In 30 minutes”
He leans to the side and picks up the hair pin you’d thrown into the sink.
“Let me help you”, he says softly, inspecting your hair before sliding the pin between your strands to effortlessly accomplish what you’d spent a good 10 minutes fussing over.
You roll your eyes when the cocksure smirk you’ve come to expect appears in the mirror.
“You’re insufferable”, you mumble, inspecting your hair. He had a habit of being unexplainably talented whenever he tried something out, especially tasks that required him to work with his hands. It was equally enchanting and infuriating.
“You love me”, is all he retorts. He’s still standing behind you, watching you through the mirror with an intense glint in his eye, “You look beautiful”
He ducks his head down to press a kiss to your cheek while his hands grabbing your hips. You lean back against him, smiling as you regard the pair of you in the mirror.
One year today.
When you first met Aemond, he didn’t give the best impression with his stern demeanour and one-worded answers. But as you got to know him better, you soon learned that his stoic appearance merely worked as a façade for him to hide behind. He doesn’t hide from you anymore.
“What kind of place is it? Dornish?”, you ask as Aemond places kisses down the side of your neck.
He hums in reply, lips refusing to leave your skin.
“Did your mum recommend it?”, you tease, knowing that anytime you two ventured outside of the regular rotation of restaurant Aemond deemed worthy a visit, it was by the influence of his mother.
You feel him smile against your skin, and it’s all the confirmation you need. The hands on your hips begin to caress your sides slowly as his mouth moves down to your exposed shoulder.
“So, celebratory dinner. What about the rest of the evening?”, you ponder aloud as Aemond’s attention stays on exploring your softness with his lips.
“I have a few ideas”, he murmurs, mouth coming up to nibble at your ear, “But I prefer showing you over telling you”
You feel a bolt of excitement travel through your body at the thought. He’s ridiculously skilled at rendering you a wanting mess, and the brief attention he’d offered you now had already left the apex of your thighs delightfully sticky. Maybe there’s time for a quick pre-dinner treat?
You push your ass against him, slightly wiggling your hips in provocation, hoping he’ll take the bait.
He does. Aemond traps you in the embrace of his strong arms as he roughly pulls your body against his, the hard proof of his arousal pushing against your backside.
“You want me to show you right now?”, he lowly inquires against the shell of your ear, and the sudden husky tint to his voice sends you deeper into the trenches of desire.
You grind your ass against him in reply, head rolling back to rest against his shoulder. You tilt your head slightly to the side, careful not to ruin the styling Aemond had helped you achieve.
Impatient, a state you often find yourself in around your partner, you start pulling at the form-fitted evening dress you’re wearing, visions of him taking you against the vanity unit flashing before your eyes. Even after being together for a full year, the effect he has on you is potent, if not a little worrying.
Aemond’s hands find yours as he once again restricts their movement, grabbing your wrists in one hand as the other moves down to land a smack against your still covered ass.
“We’re not celebrating our anniversary with a quick fuck in the bathroom”, he chides, voice low and still calm, “Get on the bed”
You feel giddy with excitement as you rush out of the bathroom, moving to quickly sit on the cotton-clad duvet adoring the bed.
Aemond’s right behind you. His fingers move swiftly to undo the buckle of his belt while his gaze stays trained on you. The familiar clink of metal makes your core clench in anticipation as you look up at him, now standing right in front of you. You’re determined to get him as worked up as you are; to balance out the power.
Your hands come up to assist him, grabbing the belt buckle and pulling the leather band out of the belt loop. Your expression is innocent enough, voice overly sweet as you look up at him and ask, “Can I suck you off, baby?”
Your rousing proves successful. Aemond’s jaw tightens, one eyebrow rises as the corner of his mouth slightly twitches to fight off a smirk.
“Why should you have all the fun?”, he questions as he gestures for you to move further up the bed. You comply, allowing Aemond to manoeuvre your position so it is to his liking. He places you on your side, surprising you by lifting one of your legs and laying his head down on your thigh, facing your core.
He revels in your softness for a moment, nuzzling the smooth skin of your inner thigh before pressing trailing kisses up to your centre, teeth biting into the flimsy fabric of your lace thong, moving it to the side.
He wastes no time in devouring you, diving into the apex of your thighs without restrain. The tip of his pointed nose pushes pleasure from your swollen clit out through your entire being, causing you to moan his name and arch your back, pushing yourself further into his face.
He brings a large hand up to grab the flesh of your ass, encouraging your previous movement. His tongue comes out to swipe over your bundle of nerves in confident strokes, and when you let your hips absentmindedly rock against his face, he moans unabashedly into your heat.
Eye-level with his crotch, you watch as his length strains against his trousers in neglect.
Your fingers move skillfully to undo the buttons, releasing his cock with one swift motion before indulging as quickly as your lover had, tongue collecting the pearly proof of arousal from his red tip.
Aemond moans again as you take him into the warm wetness of your mouth, letting your tongue explore the veins of his cock. His hips begin to match yours; both of your bodies moving in a slow rhythm as you give and take pleasure.
His tongue finds your entrance, slightly stretching you out as it searches for that special spot inside you that makes you see stars. Aemond finds it in seconds, erupting a choked moan from you, causing you to vibrate around him, eliciting a moan from him.
Aemond, set on having you peak before him, continues to fuck you with his tongue as the sharp point of his chin bullies your clit. Though the build up is exquisite, it is nothing compared to the peak that he suddenly pulls from you, causing the muscles of your thighs to press against the sides of his head as your walls capture his tongue like a vice.
Any attempts at pleasuring him falter as you're consumed by electric satisfaction, senses fully consumed. You selfishly throw your head back in pleasure, neglecting his aching want as you cry out your own.
Aemond’s face moves away from you as well, looking down to observe your bliss-filled features. He’s breathing heavily, face flustered pink and wetness adoring almost every bit of skin visible.
“Turn over”, he commands breathlessly, manhandling you so that you lay on your stomach before you even have a chance to oblige on your own accord.
He impatiently moves his hands over your pliant body, grabbing your ass in an instruction for you to keep it in the air.
Pleasure is still ebbing inside of you, yet you try your best to yield to his silent command, weak legs folding underneath you so that he can access your backside.
He swipes two fingers through your folds, making your body jerk slightly in overstimulation as they grace your clit before sliding inside you, finding your sweet spot instantaneously yet again.
He’s really learned every single way to give you pleasure; either as an act of love or ownership.
His fingers move slowly, clearly on a mission to steal another peak from you, while you’re still basking in the bliss of the first one. He moves towards the exposed cheek of your ass, teasingly biting the smooth flesh, soothing it with a kiss as you yelp in surprise at the sting.
“You taste so good, baby”, he praises you, “so fucking perfect for me”
You close your eyes and push your flustered face into the duvet on the bed as you feel Aemond’s tongue swipe over your ass, moving closer to the cleft, leaving teeth marks and saliva in his wake.
Your hands fist the bedding next to you as his tongue moves closer to your puckered hole, gently caressing the sensitive skin surrounding it.
His fingers persistently bully the most responsive spot inside you and paired with the slow movements of his tongue, you’re consumed by another forceful orgasm.
You cry out, voice muffled against the bed. Your walls contract rhythmically against Aemonds finger as he works you through the high, moaning loudly behind you. You’re almost certain he’s climaxed too by the sounds of his ragged breath behind you. It shouldn’t surprise you, there’s nothing he loves more than having you at his mercy.
A giggle escapes you, muffled by the duvet your face is still pressed against. You don’t have to lift your head to know that Aemond’s crooking an eyebrow at your unexpected laugh, and before he has a chance to ask, you tell him,
It doesn't show them on queue for me????????? But they weren't posted either, I had my exams so I couldn't come on here and check but good Lord, what the genuine fuck 😭
your fic are really well written, you describe a part of aemond (which is more present in the book) in a fantastic way, delve into all the shadows of the character. that is valid for all of you fic, especially in the scenes where scenes are present yandere/non con/dub con. May I ask what are your favourite fic on this topic (of yours and other authors)?
Thank you so much!! You're so kind and sweet 🥺🥺💗💗💗
My favorite fics are definitely "Consequences" by @targaryenrealnessdarling and "Smoke, fire and Ash" by @asumofwords
Funnily enough, my account was originally created to discuss/share my views on SF&A, because I really enjoyed the fic sm and i wanted to be active in the tumblr community (I've been a silent reader of that fic for soooo long but it was actually useless cause I was sooooo shy to respond my thoughts because I didn't think she'd reply to reblogs 😭). It was one of the first tastes of Dark!Aemond I've ever gotten, which left quite an influence on me.
And Consequences... That fic still lowkey haunts me (both the fics do). It was a literal masterpiece, I remember eagerly waiting for the chapters to release everyday 😭.
Obviously there were many Dark!Aemond fics that I love, but I chose those two because they've definitely left quite an impression on me, and I've kind of adapted my own version of Dark!Aemond from the book description and just what I'd like to believe in the way he would behave. Those two variations definitely pushed me forward to adapt my own since I never knew that we could write fiction like this.
So sorry for yapping, ik you've just asked me to show you the fics i like but I'M LIKE, RANTING CAUSE my appreciation for those fics is still extremely high, they legit altered my brain chemistry 😭
And here are also some of the other fics i remember from the top of my head which I also love!! <3
The greater of two evils @the-common-cowgirl
A snake in the bosom @barbieaemond
Silver sobs @dolicekiss
Sweet kiss, sweet blood by @flowerandblood
And for the fics from myself, I'd definitely say my most recent fic, "A chance for salvation" and "Ensnared in lies" + "Seven above."
summary: In exchange for an escape from his death, the curse upon Aemond had seemed an easy price to pay for an eternal life of strength and power. But when the time comes for his debt to be collected and a mysterious illness sends you to the doorstep of the reclusive and fearsome Lord of Harrenhal's century-old castle, Aemond is faced with the other half of his soul and the agonising realisation that perhaps the cost of his salvation will also become his downfall.
warnings: MDNI - Strictly 18+ ONLY. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Blood, sex and horror. Gore. Heavy smut. This is set centuries after the Dance of Dragons: some deviations from canon. Dark!Aemond. Aemond and Alys are psychos together.
WARNINGS: canon typical incest, angst, grief, mentions of child loss, aegon is a dick.
A/N: divider creds to @cafekitsune
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Everything was moving way too quick for your liking. You thought your marriage pact to Aemond would prevent the war, yet it seems like it's inevitable. You felt nothing but despair watching Aegon walk through the crowd of people, for his coronation.
You knew what was next, Rhaenys would burst through the doors and leave right after threatening them, so you wait anxiously, standing next to Aemond.
But nothing happens.
Rhaenys didn't appear and the coronation went smoothly.
What was happening?
You were escorted back to the castle with guards around you till you reached your room, knowing that the blacks would try to come get you any moment. The greens were on guard.
A few days passed since then, Rhaenys’ absence shocked you the most. You had written a letter to your mother, informing your mother of the happenings.
You paced around your chamber restlessly, anxious about how the story is developing, it seems that your interference made everything worse.
Perhaps it was always meant to be this way, for everyone to be doomed. You thought of Luke, Aemond, Helaena, and all the lives that were taken away because of this war.
You never really acknowledged how real everything was until you felt the taste of potential calamity. Your head snaps to the side when the doors burst open, the guards rushing in and grabbing you.
“W—What are you doing?!” You yell, trying to fight the guards but they say nothing, dragging you out of your chambers by force and out into the hallway.
You are brought down to where the dungeons are, below the castle before being thrown into one as the guards lock the door. You look at Ser Cole who was one of the people that guard you down here. He looked at you with a mockery of pity.
“It was the King's orders.” He speaks, noticing the need for closure in your eyes. Your eyes widened at the truth, lips trembling as you felt useless. Unable to change anything, if in fact everything is more shit.
“What about Aemond? I need to speak to him right now!” You cry out, and Ser Cole shakes his head, “He had called off the betrothal with you.” Those words felt a stab to your heart.
He called it off? No it definitely couldn't be.
Aemond wouldn't do that without consulting you first.
But deep down, you feared that it would be the truth, cause the body you're in believes that to be the case. He was a man stuck to his duty after all.
“Your betrothal to Y/N should be annulled immediately.” Aegon's voice booms through the small council as he sits there on the chair, somehow making coherent decisions. Aemond had just walked in then, immediately being met with a command.
“Why?” Aemond asks in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed. “I can not, she is— I do not wish to.” Aemond affirms his decision standing tall against at the end of the table, seeming as though he was the king, making decisions.
Aegon scoffed, “You dare defy the king? But I will excuse you, for you are my brother. I'm aware that cunt must've felt good. But it isn't beneficial for the war.” Aegon spews comically, expecting everyone to laugh with him but no one does. Alicent shifts uncomfortably in her seat as she watches the interaction between her sons.
Aemond grits his teeth, his anger oozing off him, suffocating everyone in the room. He clenches his fists, nails digging into his palm as he tries to not move impulsively.
“Aegon, is right.” Alicent interferes, not making eye contact with Aemond. “Marrying her will not do any good. We must use this to gain allies. Besides, who knows what Rhaenyra might do. Now that her child is with us.” She simply states, avoiding the gaze of Aemond.
His eyes darted around the room, everybody was silent.
His mind ran wild, as he stood there still, thinking of the possibilities, thinking about everything.
He swallowed a tight lump in his throat, and the next words that left his mouth, betrayed both himself and you.
“I understand.”
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Rhaenyra's sobs fill the room as she clutches her head, her council looking upon her. “I can't lose another child. I'm afraid I cannot bear it.” She quivers, her body still traumatized from losing her unborn child.
She refers to you. “My baby, I can not. lose. her. again.” her mind fills with the memories of you being asleep for many years, the nights she's spent by your side hoping you'd wake up.
“I am not a good mother, am I? Daemon. I left my child in the viper's nest, even though you were against it.” Rhaenyra stared at Daemon, her mind in shambles. He gazed in silence at her. She was going mad. She couldn't keep calm.
“Those traitors! How could they? Has there been any other letter from her?” She asks as soon as a guard walks in, the one who she planted as a spy.
“The princess has been thrown into the dungeons,” those words were enough to send Rhaenyra spiralling out of control, as she yelled at everyone to take immediate action. She will burn down the city if she needs to.
“And it seems that they have called off the betrothal.” He finishes and Daemon scoffs. “Those cunts.” Daemon mutters underneath his breath.
“We must wait.” Jacaerys speaks up, unable to see his mother spiral like this. “Mother, I am aware that you are worried about our sister, but we need to deal with this sensitively.” He tries to be the voice of reason for her. Luke joins in, holding his mother by her hand and she stares at the both of them before calming down.
Rhaenyra's eyes darken as the last of her tears fell down her cheek. Her mind reeling up a plan, before she toughens up and focuses on the matter before her.
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Aemond left the keep on his horse, going to the forest where Vhagar was sleeping soundly. He goes near her, grazing her sides and she wakes up, feeling her rider near her.
He climbs on top of her, knowing the direction he was meant to go. And so he does, flying off in the direction.
The duty felt heavy on his shoulders, but the betrayal even worse, you must be so confused on what is going on. After the betrothal with the baratheon, he will fly back to you and explain everything.
Yes, it is what he will do.
You probably felt lonely, all alone in your chamber, he should've probably told more guards to protect you before he left but he shakes his head, hoping that you'd be alright.
Ironic how far he was from the truth. He had no idea that you were currently suffering in the dungeons.
The gut feeling was malicious, warning him that he is doing something wrong, but he tried shaking it off. It wouldn't budge. It got so worse to the point he felt nauseous.
He thinks for a minute.
His eye hardens as he takes deep breaths, the weight of betrayal suddenly lifting off, and the pressure of duty fade into nothingness as he commands Vhagar to fly the other direction, spinning her around.
your fic are really well written, you describe a part of aemond (which is more present in the book) in a fantastic way, delve into all the shadows of the character. that is valid for all of you fic, especially in the scenes where scenes are present yandere/non con/dub con. May I ask what are your favourite fic on this topic (of yours and other authors)?
Thank you so much!! You're so kind and sweet 🥺🥺💗💗💗
My favorite fics are definitely "Consequences" by @targaryenrealnessdarling and "Smoke, fire and Ash" by @asumofwords
Funnily enough, my account was originally created to discuss/share my views on SF&A, because I really enjoyed the fic sm and i wanted to be active in the tumblr community (I've been a silent reader of that fic for soooo long but it was actually useless cause I was sooooo shy to respond my thoughts because I didn't think she'd reply to reblogs 😭). It was one of the first tastes of Dark!Aemond I've ever gotten, which left quite an influence on me.
And Consequences... That fic still lowkey haunts me (both the fics do). It was a literal masterpiece, I remember eagerly waiting for the chapters to release everyday 😭.
Obviously there were many Dark!Aemond fics that I love, but I chose those two because they've definitely left quite an impression on me, and I've kind of adapted my own version of Dark!Aemond from the book description and just what I'd like to believe in the way he would behave. Those two variations definitely pushed me forward to adapt my own since I never knew that we could write fiction like this.
So sorry for yapping, ik you've just asked me to show you the fics i like but I'M LIKE, RANTING CAUSE my appreciation for those fics is still extremely high, they legit altered my brain chemistry 😭
And here are also some of the other fics i remember from the top of my head which I also love!! <3
The greater of two evils @the-common-cowgirl
A snake in the bosom @barbieaemond
Silver sobs @dolicekiss
Sweet kiss, sweet blood by @flowerandblood
And for the fics from myself, I'd definitely say my most recent fic, "A chance for salvation" and "Ensnared in lies" + "Seven above."
your fic are really well written, you describe a part of aemond (which is more present in the book) in a fantastic way, delve into all the shadows of the character. that is valid for all of you fic, especially in the scenes where scenes are present yandere/non con/dub con. May I ask what are your favourite fic on this topic (of yours and other authors)?
Thank you so much!! You're so kind and sweet 🥺🥺💗💗💗
My favorite fics are definitely "Consequences" by @targaryenrealnessdarling and "Smoke, fire and Ash" by @asumofwords
Funnily enough, my account was originally created to discuss/share my views on SF&A, because I really enjoyed the fic sm and i wanted to be active in the tumblr community (I've been a silent reader of that fic for soooo long but it was actually useless cause I was sooooo shy to respond my thoughts because I didn't think she'd reply to reblogs 😭). It was one of the first tastes of Dark!Aemond I've ever gotten, which left quite an influence on me.
And Consequences... That fic still lowkey haunts me (both the fics do). It was a literal masterpiece, I remember eagerly waiting for the chapters to release everyday 😭.
Obviously there were many Dark!Aemond fics that I love, but I chose those two because they've definitely left quite an impression on me, and I've kind of adapted my own version of Dark!Aemond from the book description and just what I'd like to believe in the way he would behave. Those two variations definitely pushed me forward to adapt my own since I never knew that we could write fiction like this.
So sorry for yapping, ik you've just asked me to show you the fics i like but I'M LIKE, RANTING CAUSE my appreciation for those fics is still extremely high, they legit altered my brain chemistry 😭
And here are also some of the other fics i remember from the top of my head which I also love!! <3
The greater of two evils @the-common-cowgirl
A snake in the bosom @barbieaemond
Silver sobs @dolicekiss
Sweet kiss, sweet blood by @flowerandblood
And for the fics from myself, I'd definitely say my most recent fic, "A chance for salvation" and "Ensnared in lies" + "Seven above."
part 3 of aemond x niece reader. you think i am done with the edging? think again. in the words of sabrina carpenter, "i'm so fcking horny". that is reader in a nutshell.
she cursed her own body. she had prayed to the gods every night for salvation. heck! she even thought of her aunt's disapproval in her face! and yet, no matter how hard she tried, her body continued to tingle and crave for his touch. as for her cunt? it was even worse. her throbbing cunt could still feel the ghost of his cock inside her, teasing and teetering and caressing along the edges of her maidenhead being taken.
hence, her completely nude in her own chambers. her door was locked. she could smell whiffs of cinnamon. the familiar scent of her uncle. her eyes landed on the corner. her wardrobe was always closed. and yet, it peeked open. as if challenging him, she closed her eyes and mounted the woollen bear skin with its head attached and began to rub her clit against its nose. she threw her head back and a series of soft moans escaped her lips, as she massaged her breasts and scraped her nipples. her nipples hardened, turning into hardened buds. she pinched them before slipping her fingers into her folds while her other hand played with her breasts. a delicious pleasure continued to build up that helped alleviate some of the throbbing pain her uncle had left. and that throb grew, grew and grew until it burst into stars behind her eyelids, prompting her to lie on her sheets, completely nude.
"you little vixen!" growled her uncle, kissing her hard and pulling her into his chambers.
"you cruel being!" she snarled, kissing him back. she cursed her own body's response when aemond trailed his pads up her skirts when she was in a meeting with the council. despite his gaze being covered by his eyepatch, she could feel him challenging her to make a sound.
the door was locked behind them.
"do you know what sort of torture you put me into? watching you mount that rug?!" he snarled.
"and do you know what you have done to me?!" she cried, tears prickling against the corners of her eyes.
aemond then pulled away. he clicked his tongue. before pulling out his dagger and plunging it into his feathered sofa. her eyes widened.
"you dare to torment me. then i shall do the same to you," he growled.
"take off your clothes!" he ordered menacingly again.
she stood in silence. aemond sighed. before grabbing her and kissed her hard again. he then ripped off her gown and her undergarment before tying her wrists behind her back. she was completely exposed, except for her silken stockings, the tiny skirt underneath her gown and the wraps around her chest. her wraps were discarded too, leaving her breasts exposed. and her dripping cunt was exposed in a way so that it could fit the dagger.
it was futile, her struggles, as her uncle was stronger than her. she squeezed her eyes shut, as she felt her cunt being stretched open by something smooth, cold and metallic.
"open your eyes!" he demanded, pinching her nipple.
she did. and was struck by how accepting her cunt was towards the hilt of the dagger. engulfing it to the hilt. she whimpered, as it made her feel almost full. her uncle then proceeded to tease her bud.
"now, be a good girl and fuck this dagger, will you? just like you did with that bear," he taunted, playing with her breasts and twisting her nipple.
she knew that she had no choice but to obey, despite his sweet words. before she could control herself, her hips began to rock against the hilt, alleviate some of the pleasure. it felt so wrong. and yet so good.
but, as usual, just as she was to cry out her ecstasy, her uncle pulled her off the dagger and threw her on the sofa. he then discarded the dagger away with a clang and peppered her face, lips, throat and column of her breasts with kisses while her wrists were tied above her.
her legs were spread wide open, forcing her hips to buck. much to her uncle's pleasure, her pussy was dripping wet and swollen, like the peaches of summer. they looked plump, ripe and lovely enough to feast upon. and they clenched and unclenched in order to beg for his seed. so, he positioned himself towards her entrance.
she cried out for his size and thrashed her head everywhere. beads of sweat dotted her forehead. that throbbing sensation again from being stretched by him. his uncle teased her by slowly moving in and out of her entrance and rubbing that bud hidden by her curls. her hips bucked in an attempt to relief of that pressure, only for her to crave more of him.
"please!" she cried out.
finally, aemond reached her maidenhead. he nudged against it. he smirked. he then leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"please what? my niece?" he taunted.
"please! just end this!" she begged. end what? she wasn't sure. that painful sensation? or for him to pull away?
"i could. but i can't give it to you," he taunted even further.
she whined. it was wrong. and yet it felt so right. and so good.
"please!" she begged again, as her uncle continued in building up the pleasure between her legs.
"then beg me to make you my wife!" he growled, quickening his pace, leading her to cry out her pleasure louder, louder and louder.
"make me your wife! please!" she cried out, stars blooming before her eyelids.
aemond then finally snarled before pulling out of her, leaving her empty. he then untied her wrists. her eyes landed at the seed before her. before flitting back at aemond.
that throbbing sensation returned between her legs again.
"you bastard!" she hissed, cupping her throbbing womanhood again.
he smirked. "do you think i'd give it to you, right now? no, my niece. i will keep you wanting me until you are tied to me. forever".
WHY DOES AEMOND EDGE US SO MUCH😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 THIS IS JUST WHAT I WANTED HEHEHE
WARNINGS: canon typical incest, angst, grief, mentions of child loss, aegon is a dick.
A/N: divider creds to @cafekitsune
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Everything was moving way too quick for your liking. You thought your marriage pact to Aemond would prevent the war, yet it seems like it's inevitable. You felt nothing but despair watching Aegon walk through the crowd of people, for his coronation.
You knew what was next, Rhaenys would burst through the doors and leave right after threatening them, so you wait anxiously, standing next to Aemond.
But nothing happens.
Rhaenys didn't appear and the coronation went smoothly.
What was happening?
You were escorted back to the castle with guards around you till you reached your room, knowing that the blacks would try to come get you any moment. The greens were on guard.
A few days passed since then, Rhaenys’ absence shocked you the most. You had written a letter to your mother, informing your mother of the happenings.
You paced around your chamber restlessly, anxious about how the story is developing, it seems that your interference made everything worse.
Perhaps it was always meant to be this way, for everyone to be doomed. You thought of Luke, Aemond, Helaena, and all the lives that were taken away because of this war.
You never really acknowledged how real everything was until you felt the taste of potential calamity. Your head snaps to the side when the doors burst open, the guards rushing in and grabbing you.
“W—What are you doing?!” You yell, trying to fight the guards but they say nothing, dragging you out of your chambers by force and out into the hallway.
You are brought down to where the dungeons are, below the castle before being thrown into one as the guards lock the door. You look at Ser Cole who was one of the people that guard you down here. He looked at you with a mockery of pity.
“It was the King's orders.” He speaks, noticing the need for closure in your eyes. Your eyes widened at the truth, lips trembling as you felt useless. Unable to change anything, if in fact everything is more shit.
“What about Aemond? I need to speak to him right now!” You cry out, and Ser Cole shakes his head, “He had called off the betrothal with you.” Those words felt a stab to your heart.
He called it off? No it definitely couldn't be.
Aemond wouldn't do that without consulting you first.
But deep down, you feared that it would be the truth, cause the body you're in believes that to be the case. He was a man stuck to his duty after all.
“Your betrothal to Y/N should be annulled immediately.” Aegon's voice booms through the small council as he sits there on the chair, somehow making coherent decisions. Aemond had just walked in then, immediately being met with a command.
“Why?” Aemond asks in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed. “I can not, she is— I do not wish to.” Aemond affirms his decision standing tall against at the end of the table, seeming as though he was the king, making decisions.
Aegon scoffed, “You dare defy the king? But I will excuse you, for you are my brother. I'm aware that cunt must've felt good. But it isn't beneficial for the war.” Aegon spews comically, expecting everyone to laugh with him but no one does. Alicent shifts uncomfortably in her seat as she watches the interaction between her sons.
Aemond grits his teeth, his anger oozing off him, suffocating everyone in the room. He clenches his fists, nails digging into his palm as he tries to not move impulsively.
“Aegon, is right.” Alicent interferes, not making eye contact with Aemond. “Marrying her will not do any good. We must use this to gain allies. Besides, who knows what Rhaenyra might do. Now that her child is with us.” She simply states, avoiding the gaze of Aemond.
His eyes darted around the room, everybody was silent.
His mind ran wild, as he stood there still, thinking of the possibilities, thinking about everything.
He swallowed a tight lump in his throat, and the next words that left his mouth, betrayed both himself and you.
“I understand.”
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Rhaenyra's sobs fill the room as she clutches her head, her council looking upon her. “I can't lose another child. I'm afraid I cannot bear it.” She quivers, her body still traumatized from losing her unborn child.
She refers to you. “My baby, I can not. lose. her. again.” her mind fills with the memories of you being asleep for many years, the nights she's spent by your side hoping you'd wake up.
“I am not a good mother, am I? Daemon. I left my child in the viper's nest, even though you were against it.” Rhaenyra stared at Daemon, her mind in shambles. He gazed in silence at her. She was going mad. She couldn't keep calm.
“Those traitors! How could they? Has there been any other letter from her?” She asks as soon as a guard walks in, the one who she planted as a spy.
“The princess has been thrown into the dungeons,” those words were enough to send Rhaenyra spiralling out of control, as she yelled at everyone to take immediate action. She will burn down the city if she needs to.
“And it seems that they have called off the betrothal.” He finishes and Daemon scoffs. “Those cunts.” Daemon mutters underneath his breath.
“We must wait.” Jacaerys speaks up, unable to see his mother spiral like this. “Mother, I am aware that you are worried about our sister, but we need to deal with this sensitively.” He tries to be the voice of reason for her. Luke joins in, holding his mother by her hand and she stares at the both of them before calming down.
Rhaenyra's eyes darken as the last of her tears fell down her cheek. Her mind reeling up a plan, before she toughens up and focuses on the matter before her.
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Aemond left the keep on his horse, going to the forest where Vhagar was sleeping soundly. He goes near her, grazing her sides and she wakes up, feeling her rider near her.
He climbs on top of her, knowing the direction he was meant to go. And so he does, flying off in the direction.
The duty felt heavy on his shoulders, but the betrayal even worse, you must be so confused on what is going on. After the betrothal with the baratheon, he will fly back to you and explain everything.
Yes, it is what he will do.
You probably felt lonely, all alone in your chamber, he should've probably told more guards to protect you before he left but he shakes his head, hoping that you'd be alright.
Ironic how far he was from the truth. He had no idea that you were currently suffering in the dungeons.
The gut feeling was malicious, warning him that he is doing something wrong, but he tried shaking it off. It wouldn't budge. It got so worse to the point he felt nauseous.
He thinks for a minute.
His eye hardens as he takes deep breaths, the weight of betrayal suddenly lifting off, and the pressure of duty fade into nothingness as he commands Vhagar to fly the other direction, spinning her around.
