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pinkydevil16 · 5 months

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Dark!Coriolanus Snow x Reader: gilded cage

18+ smut, possessiveness, toxic af,

Snow was a manipulative bastard and yet he was so charming that now he sat in front of the capitol as President, something which terrified Y/n to her core as he held out his hand towards her. Much like her husband she wore all white, a beautifully crafted white dress with roses embellished all over the skirt identical to the one Coriolanus wore on his breast pocket. Stepping forward Y/n placed her bejewelled hand in his, their wedding bands touching as he wove his fingers between hers and stood. Kissing her hand as she bowed to her husband, the President of the capitol and all the districts, an honour bestowed upon him yet Y/n had no doubt this would happen some day, just not so quickly. Coriolanus turned to the audience, pulling Y/n close as he placed a kiss on her forehead, hearing the crowd cheer for their President and his Victor from district 12. His first victor, his first love and his little pet.

Y/n could feel his hand on her back as many of the Capitols elite and powerful congratulated him, each one grinning ear to ear as he thanked them, tapping his fingers to signal Y/n to talk. Her hand coming out to introduce herself and thank them for voting for her husband, although she was sure it had been rigged in his favour. He was fond of cheating, he cheated so she could win her games a few years ago, cheated the system to keep her in the capitol and most certainly cheated to become President. Although she wasn't permitted to call it cheating when they argued about his manipulative nature, no that word made him angry and he'd shout that he only did what was necessary. That she'd be dead without him, some nobody from district 12 that even her parents would forget to mourn, at first his words had stung, had given him a chance to comfort her and apologise. Hold her in his hands whilst she cried that the world wasn't fair, let him whisper sweet things of how he was only saving her but over time his sweet words hurt more than the insults, they cut deeper. Reminded her how she'd been caught by the snake, locked away from her family and treated as though she was lucky for being slowly destroyed by Snow.

"It is so wonderful to see the Capitol's darling doing so well, President Snow you did a beautiful job with this one." Y/n could feel her eye twitch, the comment angering her, they all spoke about her like she was an animal he'd tamed and made perform. Not that they were wrong, unfortunately she was an animal to them, a dirty, pitiful nobody who Snow had dusted off, put in pretty dresses and showed off to the rich. A doll dressed up for the masses, just like the victors after her, although she was in a gilded cage, locked away from all but her husband, they were in a similar condition. The victors village, another genius idea from her husband, so the Capitol could visit them, see how they coped after the games. See them reunite with their families and congratulate themselves on allowing those outside the capital to thrive under their watch. It disgusted Y/n, another element of control that Coriolanus enjoyed exploiting, it had only been 5 years since her games yet so much had changed. The arena was harsher, more cameras, more blood shed and now the reason to win, protect your family and give them everything they could ever want. Not like in her games or those before where you were sent back to your district to starve, to work yourself to the bone whilst the blood stained your hands.

"I am so proud to be apart of the Capitol, it has been an honour to marry Coriolanus, i fell for him the moment i saw him as i stepped off that train. He was the first gentleman i'd ever truly met, he gave me the most beautiful rose and since then he had my heart." Y/n repeated the same story she'd told for the past 4 years, almost like a robot as the words came out, her cheeks hurting as she smiled and looked at Snow. His blue eyes staring down at her as he gave her an approving smile, loving how she followed the script he had for her, not allowing her to speak freely. He called her his dove but she felt like a mockingjay, repeating his words over and over. That word was also a big no, he despised the birds, claimed they were failures of the Capitol and she should never compare herself to such a disaster.

"You have been married for almost 4 years now, shall we start preparing for babies soon?" One of his Academy 'friends' joked, whilst Y/n's blood ran cold she could almost feel the burning desire in Coriolanus as he laughed and joked back something Y/n couldn't hear over the pounding of her heart. She knew he wanted children, he'd always wanted to be President more and she'd played that against him, reminded him that he had to think of his career. Placated him as he stood in the mirror, her perfectly manicured hands wrapped around his middle as she pressed against his back. Goating his ego, he had work to do, he was going to be President and become the most powerful man in Panem, President Snow. He loved to hear those words come from her mouth, it stroked his ego to no end and would distract him from his desire to have her round his baby. Instead he would demand she bend the knee to her President, would exert as much power as he could over her, make her thank him for everything she had and everything she would ever be given, all thanks to him. But it was better than carrying his child, nurturing his child and watching that child grow up to be him. It didn't matter what influence she could have on the child, she could spend hours upon hours teaching them morals, teaching them to be good, she knew they'd be like him. Tigris had once told her of how Coryo was good, was misunderstood and told her tales of their childhood that made Y/n almost feel pity for Snow, almost. But each story still lead to where he was now, a possessive, controlling and paranoid man.

In the first year of being victor she'd been so jumpy, hearing things, thinking she was being followed, driving herself into madness with fear. She'd had countless accidents with hurting people from being spooked, and thought she'd never recover from the games, that it was just in her head and she was losing it. Until he'd finally talked to her, confessed his feelings and told her he knew she felt the same, that he'd been there the whole time. That he'd been protecting her, had seen how she'd not been able to cope without him and suddenly all her fears rolled into own person, Coriolanus Snow who had been orchestrating her downfall since she left the arena. Suddenly her Mother and younger brother were being put in the new 'Victor Village' unveiled before the 11th hunger games, with Y/n and her family waving happily to the districts and a speech of how wonderful life was to be a victor.

"You did so well my dove." Y/n looked up at Coriolanus as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his hands barely touching her arms as he did. Pulling away he smiled down at her before lightly grasping her chin, pulling her into a searing kiss which she reciprocated after a small, sharp grip to her arms. Coriolanus pulled back, grinning as he stepped away and turned to begin removing his suit jacket, hanging it carefully to stop it creasing.

"Can i see my family, please Coryo. It has been almost a year since i last saw my mother." Y/n could feel her voice getting weaker as she spoke, seeing him slouch slightly as he let out a sigh making her wring her hands in front of her before he abruptly turned. Y/n looked down at her hands as he approached, aware of his body towering over her, almost like she was a small child asking a parent for something.

"Do you think you deserve such a reward? My sweet dove." Y/n let go of her hands and placed them behind her back, forcing herself to look up at him as he stood with his arms crossed. This was a test, much like all the others he'd presented to her over the years. She thought one day she'd have mastered how to answer but her palms still became clammy, her chest tightened and she felt dizzy the same as the first time he'd asked her such a simple question.

"I think i deserve whatever you give to me." Y/n could see him preen at the obvious submission, a cat like grin taking over his features as he moved fast, leaning down and hoisting her into his arms as Y/n yelped in surprise.

"And if i think i deserve more for such a reward? What would you give to me, what would you do to see them?" His hands held her thighs in a deadly grip as he walked them through the apartment, her hands gripping his shoulders as her eyes darted around trying to gauge her surroundings.

"Dove." His tone held a warning as her eyes dropped back to his as he slowed his pace and pressed her against a wall, her eyes moving to where their bed sat behind him, the sheets newly changed and perfectly arranged. Moving her eyes back to his as she tried to hide her fear, recalling what his old friend had said, she knew what he wanted. He'd always wanted it, and now nothing she said could be put inbetween. He was holding her family against her for a family of his own, although even if she hadn't asked, she'd still be in the same position. Being told to ask for it.

"I don't know." Y/n stuttered out, aware of how hot she was becoming, the panic seeping into her bones at the thought of being a mother, she could see it in his eyes, feel it against her thigh as he looked at her like prey.

"That's okay my precious dove, i don't expect my beautiful wife to have to think about things. Why don't i just take what i deserve and you look pretty whilst i do?" Coriolanus pressed his face into her neck, pressing her against the wall with his body so his hands could push her dress up and around her waist.

"You make those pretty noises for me and take me just as you normally do. But this time i'm going to fuck a baby into you just as i have wanted to do since i met you." Y/n let out a small yelp as she felt his fingers reach into her underwear, her mind dissociating as he whispered words she couldn't hear into her ear.

"No! You don't get to do that!" Coriolanus shouted all of a sudden, pulling Y/n back to where she now laid against the bed, her dress gone and her husband angrily stood between her legs, hands gripping the bed til his fingers were white as he seethed.

"I'm sorry." Y/n forced out, it wasn't often he noticed her mind was elsewhere, too consumed by his pleasure and how her body responded. She allowed her body to relax, whilst her mind ran through fields, dove into lakes and occasionally put her back into the game except now she was fighting against Coriolanus. Raising a hand she lightly touched his face, guiding him down until she could kiss him, soothing his anger as she wrapped her legs around him. Guiding him to where he wanted to be, allowing him to enter her as he sighed at the loving embrace, pulling back to push his head into her beck. Placing small kissing against her hot skin, hands roaming along her as he moved against her. Y/n was given reprieve as she closed her eyes, imagining she was swimming in the lake with Coriolanus, a memory she fondly looked back on. Two friends swimming together, and in her memory she could remove the look in his eyes, the way his hands touched her and instead it was a beautiful memory of a time when she felt safe.

"You are so beautiful, i knew i had to have you. Since the minute you were picked you were mine, you were my tribute, to save and nurture. To protect. And now you are going to repay me, with a beautiful child for us to love. Although i do fear i will never love our child as much as i love you. But everyone will know you are forever mine, no one will ever hurt you." Y/n placed a hand on his hair, running it through his curls as she let out a sigh, spurring her husband on as he raised his head.

"I cannot wait to see you round with my child." Y/n nodded, pulling him down to her lips as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts, knowing his own words were spurring him more than any action she could do. He was in control.

Y/n sat next to Snow, their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren all stood behind them as he unveiled the 75th hunger games, the 3rd Quarter Quells. And his last hope of ending the rebellion. But all Y/n hoped for, was that the Mockingjay would sing and she could be free at last.

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pinkydevil16 · 6 months

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hi!

i promise part 5 is coming i'm just really ill atm and refuse to call out sick to work so my free time is taken by sleeping and dying! But i am slowly writing! Sorry for the delay!

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pinkydevil16 · 7 months

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Aemond Targaryen x reader: part 4

18+ sex

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Y/n could feel her eye twitch as another lord complimented Aemond on the marriage with another comment about their marital bed which Y/n chose to ignore for the good of her patience. Aemond only hummed at the lord, the same response he had given to the others before they bowed and gave way to another lord.

"My Prince, Princess, congratulations on your union, it is wonderful to see your two families united. May we be blessed with many a Prince and Princess to carry on your line." Y/n raised an eyebrow, Lord Greystone was the first to say such a polite congratulations.

"Thank you Lord Greystone, i hope our families will always have your support." The Lord smiled at the Princess and nodded before bowing, Aemond placed his hand on Y/n's thigh under the table, giving it a harsh squeeze as he whispered.

"If i have to listen to another Lord congratulate us on this affair then i shall take their head." Y/n for once agreed with Aemond as he stood, both bowing as Alicent quickly thanked everyone for coming to the feast, offering them more wine as the newly wed couple left the banquet hall. Y/n separating from Aemond once they were away from prying eyes, ready to walk to her chambers and be done with the whole charade of happiness.

"Where are you going?" Y/n turned to Aemond with an eyebrow raised, squaring her shoulders as she looked him up and down.

"To my chambers, where i wish to be alone after this awful event." Aemond let out a fake laugh, moving forward and gripping her arm as she tried to pull it free, pulling her closer so he could stare down at her.

"We both know our duty, you may be a bastard with no sense of duty or responsibility but i will not make a mockery of myself for you." Y/n ripped her arm from his hold as he nodded to guards, the men in armour standing behind the princess in seconds following the princes orders.

"Escort my wife to our chambers, i shall retire in a moment." The guards nodded before guiding Y/n away, her hand fisting her dress as she stared over her shoulder at Aemond, a smirk on his face at her forced obedience.

"Your chambers Princess." The guard spoke, a small smirk on the corner of his lips as Y/n entered the room, a sneer on her face as she noticed the green decor, turning to the door and slamming it in the guards face. Her eyes looking over the room as she walked around the large quarters, a large fire place with three chairs resided against the left wall, a large four poster bed with green fabrics against the right as well as fur rugs to cover the stone floors. It was just the same as any quarters in the keep but it felt smaller, a lounger by the large window against the outer wall, tables and bookshelves filling up the empty corners. It was too crowded for her, although their was space for four people to live comfortably it seemed the walls would cave in on her if she stepped too close to one. Walking towards the top left of the room instead of a door to the bathroom only a frame, allowing for anyone in the bedroom to see through to the bath, whilst the toilet and sink were hidden in the corner and sectioned by a door. The bath was large enough for two to sit comfortably, a beautiful golden intricate tub in the middle of the stone floor, illuminated by candles and a window which shone the moonlight onto it. Running her hand along the tub she let her nails scrape, the noise piercing her ears and she was sure it would echo through the chambers if she were in the bedroom. This was a gilded prison, big enough that she could roam but secluded and intimate at the same time, he could see her anywhere if he so wished. Her thoughts interrupted as the doors to the chambers opened, Y/n walking slowly out the bathroom to see Aemond walk in, guards holding the doors open for him before closing them sharply.

"I see you have become acquainted with our chambers, from now on this shall be where you reside." Y/n chose not to respond as she ran her hand along the fireplace, the fire barely lit but captured her attention, distracting her from Aemond as he glared at her dismissal of him.

"Did you hear me?" Y/n turned her head to give him a bored stare before humming as she bent down to place a log onto the fire.

"I heard you Aemond, you do not have to act like such a petulant child when i do not speak to you. It is unbecoming." Aemond stepped closer to Y/n as she stood, wiping her hand against the white dress before turning to him.

"Strip and lay on the bed, we shall have this done quickly." Aemond raised an eyebrow at Y/n's words as she began stripping only stopping as her dress fell to her feet, a white slip dress under barely covering her body from his view as she cocked an eyebrow.

"Did you not hear me Aemond? Strip." Aemond sneered at her as she stepped round him, his eye following her body as she collected a glass and poured herself a drink, placing a hand on her hip as she drank.

"You do not tell me what to do bastard, i will not take orders from you." Y/n rolled her eyes, walking towards Aemond before grabbing his tunic, pulling him around and walking him backwards until he hit the bed. Y/n standing over him for a moment as he tried to contain his shock and arousal at her boldness, Y/n pulling up her slip to straddle his lap, her hands working his belt before he gripped her hands.

"You are not in charge, your place is below me like every other wife in westeros." Aemond let go of her hands and readied to flip Y/n to the bed only to feel a cool blade against his throat, his own which had been against his hip until now.

"You will stay below me, you are nothing but a boy trying to be a man. Pretending you do not find this arousing, being taken by a woman, by me, but i can feel your cock pushing against my thigh. Do your duty so i may do mine and this shall be over quickly." Aemond gently pulled the blade from his throat, allowing Y/n to throw it to the ground before continuing to remove his trouser, pulling his cock from them quickly.

"I allow you to have this, remember this next time you think you are in control." Aemond spoke, running his hands along her thighs as she kneeled over his cock, his gaze between her legs as she roughly lowered herself. Y/n stared at the wall across from her, biting her tongue at the pain as she felt tears in her eyes and Aemond's hands move to her hips as she rolled them. Aemond's heated stare stayed where they connected, she could feel it burning into her stomach as she refused to look down at him, he would be able to see the tears brimmed in her eyes, the pain hidden in them and she would never give him the opportunity to see that. Her hands felt heavy against his chest as he moved his eye along her body, taking in how her body moved against him, how she squeezed him painfully. His hands tightening against her hips as he forcibly pushed her down, watching as her eyes screwed shut in pain making him smile to himself as he did it again, wanting to hear her whimper.

"If you think i will allow you such a pleasure as to hear me cry or ask you to be gentle then you do not know me Aemond." Aemond let out a small laugh as he loosened his grip, allowing her to bounce at her own pace but Y/n refused to slow the pace Aemond had set, her nails digging into his clothes as she stared at the wall. Aemond could feel her against him, his chest moving up and down quicker as he felt her clench around him, his desire for her heightening as he watched her, the slip dress she wore barely hiding her body in the candle light although he refused to look at her face. Finding his pleasure quickly as he felt her nails scrape his skin over the tunic he still wore, the weight of her body against his pushing him closer as he held in a groan. Y/n could feel him twitch inside her, the pain slowly dissolving away as she continued to ride him, small spiked of pleasure shooting through her as she dug her nails deeper. Aemond tried to remind himself this was about duty as he gripped her hips, letting out a groan as he pushed her down, feeling her tighten around him once more, a sharp gasp coming from her as he pushed upwards into her. Y/n sat up, the angle deeper as she pushed his hands from her hips, riding harder until his head fell back, ready to cum as she threw herself off him, Aemond cumming with a shocked gasp, eyes shooting open and body jolting as Y/n watched his cum hit his stomach and groin. Her eyes wide before she scampered from the bed, grabbing the poster as her legs wobbled, a dull pain between her legs, pushing her slip dress down and rushing to the bathroom. Aemond stared at her, panting as he looked down at his lap, shocked she had moved so quick. Anger quickly filling him as he stood, throwing his tunic off as he felt the stickiness from sex begin to set in, his cock tucked into his trousers as he stormed into the bathroom.

"You insufferable girl! Do you understand what you have done?" Y/n ignored Armond as she cleaned herself, throwing a wet wash cloth at him, Aemond catching it swiftly before cleaning his stomach.

"I understand perfectly, you may wish to breed me and have me disposed with pregnancy and children such as the late queen was but i am no fool. We have consummated, the marriage is true and we are no longer duty bound to perform such an act again." Aemond clenched his fist around the wash cloth before throwing it to the floor, he had been denied his pleasure and his desire to control her the way he wished. Walking towards her he gripped her chin, forcing her to look into his eye as she held his arm, her eyes steel.

"It is our duty to have heirs, next time i bed you, you shall be bred like the bitch you are." Aemond pushed her face away before turning and storming from the bathroom, grabbing his tunic as he left, Y/n flinching as the door slammed behind him. A sigh coming out as she looked at her wash cloth, blood staining the white as she placed it on the bath, a display for the queen and king.

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Aemond Targaryen x reader: part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Rhaenyra stood across from Alicent, her father laid in his bed barely able to speak as he whispered to the maester his wants and needs.

"The King has a final request from both of you, he wishes for Aemond and Y/n to wed before the end of tomorrow. To finally bring your two great houses together in unity as is his dying wish." Alicent could feel her eye twitch as the maester spoke, the only child she loved, the only one who understood her and loved her truly was to be married to the same bastard who took his eye.

"Of course, we shall have all the preparations made. Thank you father." Rhaenyra spoke, smiling at her father before turning and leaving, her smile dropping as the doors closed behind her and a deep sigh exited her body.

"If you think i am going to happily marry that low life piece of scum then you might as well feed me to my own dragon!" Y/n shouted as she threw her knife into the wall, letting out a frustrated scream as her Mother sat calmly on the bed, hands crossed in front of her pregnant stomach.

"This is your grandfather's dying wish, to unite our families and secure our positions on the throne. You must be smart and courageous, you are my daughter, a dragon." Y/n looked at her mother, wanting to be disgusted by her words and to continue her outrage but she knew as a woman her position without marriage would never be secure.

"I am a woman, a woman in a world of men who only see us as breeders for their children and a way to carry on their legacy, and now i am to forfeit the one thing i hold my own? I am to give up my dignity, my pride and potentially my life for him!" Rhaenyra stood, walking to her daughter as she took her hand calmly, using her other to smooth her daughters hair and pull her into her chest as she spoke.

"You must do what is best for the realm, this is the burden we bare as Queens and Princesses. I fear the King does not have much time and i do not trust Alicent or her father, you will unite our families and bring some peace to my mind." Y/n wrapped her arms around her mother, Rhaenyra's hands rubbing soothing circles on her back before Y/n pulled back from the embrace.

"I shall do this, not for the realm, not for the King. But for you, because you have asked me, because you are to be my Queen." Rhaenyra smiled placing a kiss on her daughters forehead before tucking her head back into her, the smile dropping as she held her daughter, aware that she was handing her to the Greens in a time of great desperation.

Aemond let out a half laugh as he took a sip of his wine, his brother already half drunk as their mother explained the engagement, her words harsh and unloving as she ranted of her child being wed to Rhaenyra's bastard.

"It is alright Mother, i shall do my duty." Alicent barely listened as she continued her tiraid against Rhaenyra, her hands flying in the air as Aemond hummed in satisfaction, although the news had angered him deeply something inside him knew this would be a good thing. A play thing, a wife from the other side, he would be able to torture her for eternity. Aegon downed his drink before standing, almost falling if not for the chair behind him, staggering to his brother and clapping his hand on his shoulder with a laugh.

"Well atleast you'll finally wet your cock brother, breed the bitch for all she's worth and she might die in child birth like your dragon's last rider." Aemond hummed, hiding his annoyance from his brother as he stumbled from the room, Alicent waiting a moment before dropping into the chair next to Aemond and taking his hand.

"You must be smart my dear child, they seek to be rid of us, a challenge to Rhaenyra's throne and now you are to marry one of her bastards. You must be sure to consummate the marriage and legitimise it under the eyes of the faith. Then we shall have heirs from both sides and take one of Rhaenyra's from her." Aemond leaned forward taking his mothers hand, her eyes filled with unshed tears as he nodded at her, trying to comfort his mother.

"I shall do what is necessary and we will bring the blacks to their knees, we will have our revenge for what they took from us." Alicent nodded, taking his hand and placing it against her cheek as she tried not to cry.

Y/n stood on a small stand, her white dress covering her body as she stared at the mirror, handmaidens flocked around her.

"You look beautiful Princess." Y/n hummed looking at herself in the mirror, hands smoothing down her dress before pricking herself on a pin, her handmaid gasping as Y/n stared at the blood pooling on her fingertip.

"Princess you must be careful, let me clean it." Y/n shook her head, sucking the blood off her finger before stepping down from the stand, shooing away the flock of women around her.

"Leave." The women all nodded, exiting quickly leaving Y/n on her own as she stripped from the dress and stood in front of the mirror in her slip dress. Staring at herself as she analysed her own body, the scars from fighting with her brothers or falling from her dragon when she learnt to ride. Her skin looked more dull than normal although she'd been bathed in honey milk and enough oils to preserve her in, sneering at herself she turned from the mirror. She despised that Aemond would see her in such a way, in such a vulnerable state whilst for a man it was a natural state, one she was sure he would be far more comfortable in. She was not self conscious nor did she find flaws in herself the same way many others did, she was a princess and had many suitors make comments which teetered on the edge of inappropriate, it made her skin crawl but she was confident in her skin. She would be confident with Aemond, she would not show him any sign of discomfort or he would revel in it, she would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her squirm let alone for him. Standing over the dress she looked at the intricate design, a few hours and it would be finished, and she would walk towards Aemond, take him as her husband and be wed. Letting out a small shiver she moved to her table, pouring a glass of wine and sighing before downing the whole glass, wiping her mouth as some spilled from her lips. Placing down the glass she put both hands on the table, closed her eyes and tipped her head back with an inhale.

"Gods, you do wish to make life hard for those you make." Y/n opened her eyes and gave herself a small slap on the cheek before calling for her handmaid, the woman running in as she gave her some orders for the dress.

"Of course your highness, we shall return in a few hours with the finished dress." Y/n nodded as she pulled on her riding dress, pulling her hair from the collar before grabbing her gloves.

"Do you not have something else to do than bother me in my last hours of freedom? Such as killing little children or harassing ?" Aemond let out a fake laugh at Y/n's words, standing across from Y/n as he exited the dragon pit, his own riding coat open as he held his hands behind his back.

"I cannot wait to crush your spirit once we are wed, you will be such a quiet and obedient wife once i teach you a lesson on being a lady." It was now Y/n's turn to let out a fake laugh as she took a step forward encouraging Aemond to do the same until they stood toe to toe.

"Perhaps if you were not such a disgusting ugly beast i would act more ladylike in your presence but a princess will never bow to a toad, not when she can step on him instead." Aemond could feel his eye twitch at her words, thinking of all the things he would do to her once his family took the crown and hers were dead.

"You should be careful with your tongue Princess, when we are wed i shall put it to better use." Y/n stared at him as he spoke, both knew it was supposed to be a threat of some kind, although neither was quite sure which kind.

"Hmm." Y/n responded, side stepping him as she walked into the dragon pit, leaving Aemond to watch her leave.

Jacaerys stared at his sister as she fiddled with her dress, a frown on his face as he looked at her.

"We could leave." Y/n rolled her eyes and moved to hold his hands, gripping them as she smiled at him.

"No we cannot, it is a royal decree and i am duty bound to do this. It is what our grandfather wants and whilst he is alive then his wants are law Jace." Jacaerys nodded as Y/n pulled away and steeled herself before walking towards the doors of her chambers.

"Go on." Jace gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, giving her a moment to be alone before she was handed off to Aemond.

"A marriage in the sept under the faith is no true Targaryen wedding." Y/n sneered as she stood across from Aemond, a smirk on his face as they both spoke their vows.

"It is the true way of the Kings and Queen of westeros." Y/n rolled her eyes at his statement.

"The true Kings and Queens as you say would have shunned you for how you think of your sister." Aemond waited a beat before grabbing her face with both hands, his grip harsh as he pulled her into a kiss, forcing her to stumble forward. His teeth pushing into her lip until she bled, making her grip his tunic as he pulled back, her blood on his bottom lip.

"There is your targaryen custom complete?" Y/n licked her lip, a scowl on her face as he let go of her face.

"If you touch me like that again i shall run you through." Aemond went to snap back as the people cheered, happy to have the families reunited.

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Aemond Targaryen x reader: part 2

Y/n walked along the halls of the keep, her red and black dress grazing the ground as her shoes hit the ground, her hands crossed in front of her stomach. She could hear the whispers of those around her, all talking about the death of Vaemond and the savage princess. The guards pushed open the large doors allowing Y/n into the dining room, her family and the Green's awkwardly stood around the table as they waited for Viserys and Y/n to arrive. Y/n lightly bowed, the deep neckline of her dress showing her cleavage and clavicle as she lifted her head and took note of Aemond staring into her soul whilst Aegon greedily took in the exposed skin of his Niece much like he would a whore of the silken streets. Y/n moving towards her Mother, placing a kiss on her cheek before smiling at Alicent, stepping away as Jacaerys pulled out the chair opposite to Aemond allowing Y/n to politely take her place.

"He is staring again." Jacaerys grunted out as Aemond continued to boldly stare at Y/n, her skin alight as she felt the gaze of both her Uncle's only broken by the entrance of the King as he hobbled in.

Y/n sat silently as she drank her wine, feeling the unbearable weight of Aemond's stare as she watched her family and the Green's try to converse and get alone but she knew it was an effort that would be useless in the eyes of Otto and Aemond. Aegon stood, moving to hover over Y/n as he looked down her dress and tried to grab at the wine pitcher as a cover for leering at his Niece.

"You look delicious in that dress Y/n. If you desire i shall leave my door open for you tonight or i can sneak into your chambers and show you some fun." Y/n did not so much as blink as she grabbed her cup and took a sip, her eyes on Aemond as she gaged his reaction to his brother's words, a slight twitch of his lip gave away more than his eye ever could.

"Aegon i suggest you move away before i cut your hand off and shove it up your ass." Y/n whispered, not looking away from Aemond as Aegon let out a snicker and moved away as Y/n placed down her cup, exchanged it for a fork which she promptly stabbed into the pheasant on her plate.

"Such a lady." Y/n raised an eyebrow at Aemond's comment, the first of the evening but she knew he was simply withholding his tongue for a larger outburst.

"Perhaps you should consider holding your tongue more often Uncle, you are much more pleasant when you are silent." Aemond could feel his hand twitch as he held back the urge to stab his knife into her hand, slam her face into the table and make her scream so loudly dragonstone would hear their princess cry.

"No wonder you are unwed with such a snake tongue, no Lord would accept such an insult as to be wed to you." Y/n smirked as she pulled her fork out the pheasant, the meat ripping from the bones as she took an aggressive bite before pointing the sharp fork at Aemond.

"You are one to speak about being unwed, i doubt you will ever be seen as anything but the ugly one eyed second son who lost his eye to a girl." Y/n enjoyed how Aemond grabbed his knife, stabbing it into the table as he glared at her.

"Did i stab a nerve Uncle?" Y/n let out a small laugh as Aemond leaned forward, their interaction being hidden by the chatter at the head of the table. The sudden sound of chairs being moved snapping his attention from Y/n to where Jacaerys now held Halaena's hand guiding her to dance, their Aunt smiling as she followed his lead. Y/n smirking as she leaned forward, her hair falling from her shoulders to frame her chest and darken her face, Aemond barely registering her as she whispered.

"I see now why you truly are unwed, you are too busy wishing to be cock deep inside your sis-" Aemond cut Y/n off as he stood, his hand slamming on the table before collecting his glass, Y/n leaning back as she leisurely watched him.

"A final tribute, to the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke and Joffrey." Y/n stared at him as he ignored her name, his glass raised high as he stared at the boys.

"Each of them handsome, wise...strong." Alicent said his name, her face full of worry as she looked towards the others at the table, Y/n slowly sliding her knife from the table and into her hand as she braced herself to stand.

"Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys."

"I dare you to say that again." Jacaerys was quick to speak, his hands clenching by his side as he challenged his Uncle.

"Why? Twas only a compliment." Aemond went to walk towards him as he spoke, Y/n pushing her chair back quickly and intercepting to stand between her brother and Uncle, knife hidden in her dress sleeve against Aemond's side.

"Do you not think yourself strong. You need a girl to protect you?" Aemond finally looked down at Y/n as Jacaerys swung at him, his movement quick and swift as he dodged the hit, pushing Y/n out the way and shoving Jacaerys with his shoulder causing him to hit the ground. Y/n was quick to withdrawer the blade, concealing in her sleeve from anyone further than Aemond, pressing it against his abdomen as she placed her other hand on his chest. To anyone but then it would only seem she was trying to calm him but the fire in her eyes and the blade against his stomach was something he felt instantly, much as she felt the bruising grip on her arm and spiteful glare being burnt into her face.

"Hold your tongue or i shall cut it out." Y/n whispered, a sneer on her face at the close proximity she had to stay to conceal the threat, feeling his hand drop from her arm to her waist as he pulled her closer, pushing the blade against his tunic.

"Your threats do not scare me." Aemond spoke, his other hand manoeuvring the knife from her grip and slipping it into his trousers, her hand now in a fist against his lower abdomen, dangerously close to his breeches as she let out a huff.

"For someone who wishes to pluck my eyeball from my head you are holding me far too close." Aemond hummed before stepping away, his hand giving one last strong squeeze of her waist in warning as Jacaerys finally got to his feet and the chaos seemed to return. Alicent rushing to her son as she separated him from the black's, Jacaerys pulling his sister to his side. Guards quickly flocking to the blacks and dragging them away from Aemond as Jacaerys and Lucerys went to fight.

"Why would you say such a thing before all these people?" Alicent reprimanded her son as Daemon stood, Y/n simply pulled her arm from the guards as she moved closer to her Mother.

"It seems my nephews aren't quite so proud of theirs." Jacaerys and Lucerys tried to pull free of the guards as they gripped them tightly, Y/n beginning to storm towards her Uncle as Daemon raised his hand in warning to her.

"Go to your quarters. All of you go now." Rhaenyra spoke, her sons turning as they followed her orders but Y/n stood for a moment longer to watch Daemon turn and sigh at Aemond, a silent threat before her Mother shooed her along. Aemond stared down Daemon before humming and sulking away, leaving Alicent and Rhaenyra to deal with the aftermath.

Aemond entered his chambers, a cold breeze through the window where the moon barely lit the room, a cold blade against his throat as the door closed.

"Your impulsiveness is almost predictable now Niece." Y/n let out a laugh as she rounded the back of the door, her grip on the blade steady as she pressed him against the door, her body almost flush against his as she looked up at him.

"It is not impulse if i have thought about this since the moment i arrived here." Aemond smirked as he looked at his Niece in the moonlight, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her so close she could feel his belt buckle against her stomach.

"Do you think you are strong enough to stop me from killing you?" Y/n ground her teeth at his words, another dig at her family as she pushed the blade close enough to nick his skin, a bead of red running down his throat as he chuckled. His movement swift as he pushed her back and against the door where she'd had him, her back harshly making contact as he leaned down, pressing the blade further into his throat with a satisfied grin. His shadow now covering her as he grabbed her hands, the two tussling for a moment against the other before the blade hit the ground and her hands pinned above her head, both their chests rising and falling.

"You would make a terrible assassin." Aemond mocked as he tightened his grip until her skin was white under his hold, Y/n wiggling her fingers before raising her knee to hit between his legs, disabling him for a moment allowing her to slip her hands free. Pushing him back as the pair began to brawl, Aemond grabbing at her as she dropped her weight, a heavy thud on the ground as they fell and began to fight each other. Aemond grabbing her from behind as she scampered to get up, his grip on her dress tight enough to rip it as she turned and swung at his face. His grip on her dress dropping as he pulled her to the side and pinned her arm against the floor, her legs tangled with his as her other arm hit against him until he managed to pin both her arms down. Both out of breath as Y/n wiggled against him, making Aemond groan as he glared down at her, her hips moving vigorously against his as she struggled.

"You are insufferable." Aemond grunted as she kicked his leg, her legs now parted either side of his hips, her dress riding up as she kneed his stomach making him wince in pain.

"And you are an animal who has no sense of loyalty." Y/n snapped, Aemond pressing down further against her as he pushed his body weight onto hers, successfully pinning her to the ground only able to wiggle her body against his but unable to push him off her.

"I have no sense of loyalty? You sliced my eye out!" Aemond almost shouted, sneering down at Y/n as she stared at him with no remorse instead she stoned her face and lifted her head towards his.

"I would do it again if you dared to raise a sword, rock or hand towards my brothers. We were children, in a childish fight and you picked up that rock to smash my brothers head in two then have the audacity to scream about a wound that you lived through? You have no honour." Y/n spat, almost nose to nose with her Uncle as he seethed atop her, hands almost breaking her wrists as he applied more weight onto her.

"You were meant to be my friend! You were meant to mine and mine alone, the only one who did not mock me for not having a dragon and you sliced my eye out. Stood beside your bastard brothers and whore of a mother, let her demand i be sharply questioned!" Y/n winced at his tone, now she was older she was more hardened of the events from so long ago but she had regretted her actions, tried to tell her Mother to reconcile so they could stay friends but it would never have worked.

"Do you not think i had sleepless nights thinking of what i did to you? Of what we did to this family, but we must all grow and lose the childish innocence we possess, i replayed those events time and time again and each time i came to realise i did not regret defending my family. I would cut you from throat to cock and watch your entrails spill onto the stone floors before i watched you hurt my brothers." Aemond dropped her right arm, gripping her chin as Y/n grabbed his arm, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he leaned closer until his lips almost touched hers.

"When your whore of a mother is killed, your brothers captured and the realm has turned against you, i will not take your eyes. No i will make you watch as i burn your entire family." Y/n tried to pull her face free of his hold but Aemond only tightened his grip until he could feel her teeth under his fingertips.

"Your obsession with me is psychotic, your constant need for my attention yet your hatred of me is almost laughable." Aemond squinted before pushing off Y/n, who in turn smirked as she sat up, pushing her dress down as Aemond stormed out his chambers.

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Aemond Targaryen x reader

"If you step a mere inch closer to me Uncle i shall run you through and take that pretty Jewel for a necklace." Y/n spoke as she removed her riding gloves, having only dismounted from her dragon a few minutes prior ready to stand beside her Mother and defend her younger brother.

"Your tongue is sharper than your sword Niece and we both know which one you wield better so i suggest you quiet that tone." Y/n turned slowly, her eyebrow raised and gloves in one hand as she surveyed her Uncle, his long white hair tied away from his face which was half covered by the eye patch he wore.

"Did you come here to exchange remarks or do you have a reason for bothering me after my long journey?" Aemond smirked as he stepped closer, Y/n's hand dropping to her sword as she steadied her stance, the one eyed Targaryen not heading her warning as he tilted his head to look down upon his Niece.

"Soon the realm will rejoice as your bastard brothers are shown for who they really are and shipped to the wall...or maybe i will let them be cupbearers and take them on a hunt for target practice." Y/n could only smirk as she removed her hand from her sword and crossed her arms, looking up at Aemond with a smug look.

"If i were you Uncle i would keep such usurper comments to myself, i'm sure the King would not like the same accusations you made when you lost your eye to be mentioned again. Some might fear you would be sharply questioned as to where you heard such rumours. Perhaps your right eye would make a good starting point, but then you would not be able to look upon my Mother as she ascends the iron throne." Y/n placed her hand on his shoulder as she spoke, wiping away dust before sighing and removing her hands.

"Now if you are done Uncle, i have important business to attend to, some of us are missed by the court in our absence." Y/n turned and began walking away before turning and grinning at Aemond.

"You suit green, the colour of envy seems almost perfect for the second son." Y/n let out a laugh as she continued walking away, throwing her gloves to her personal guard as they followed after her, Aemond stood gripping his sword with a grimace before turning and shouting at a nearby guard to move.

Y/n stood next to her Mother as Vaemond spoke, her teeth grinding together before placing a hand on Luce's shoulder to show her silent support, her eyes casting to where Aemond stood, a smirk on his face. Her head snapping back as Otto stood, her eyebrows furrowing as he went to speak, 'the hand of king' and the father of the Queen who despised the Heir was not going to be good. Before he could speak the grand doors opened, Rhaenyra letting out a small gasp as Viserys walked through the doors, his broken and feeble body barely standing as he leaned heavily on his cane. Gold covering his half disfigured face as he looked towards his daughter and her children, Otto moving quickly as the King approached the iron throne, Daemon moving to assist his brother as Y/n stared forward.

"He is staring at you." Jacaerys whispered to his sister, their grandfather talking as he concealed his voice, Y/n letting out a small huff before rolling her shoulders and standing straight.

"He is looking at us all, jealousy is a worse beast than any dragon and it claws at him with every whisper of our names through out the keep. When he looks you should not think about his gaze only acknowledge with each glance that he is being torn apart and the pieces poisoned until they rot and fall apart." Jacaerys rolled his eyes at his sister's words, instead concentrating on Vaemond as he began speaking, a newfound anger in his voice as he ranted.

"That is no true Valaryon! And certainly no nephew of mine." Rhaenyra moved her sons behind her as Y/n took a step forward, her hand on her sword as Vaemond pointed at Luce, her step father glaring him down as Viserys spoke.

"Say it." Daemon whispered, Vaemond goated by the Targaryen as he sucked in a breath.

"Her children are bastards! And she is a whore!" Vaemond shouted as he pointed at Rhaenyra, Aemond turning to stare directly at Y/n as Viserys stood.

"I shall have your tongue for that." Before Viserys could descend the iron throne Y/n sword was drawn and Vaemond's head sliced through, Daemon putting out his hand to take the blade from his step daughter, cleaning it as she sneered at the body of Vaemond.

"He can keep his tongue." Y/n almost spat before raising her eyes to stare at Aemond, his face barely showing the shock that shined in his eye, Halaena holding her ears as she hid in Alicent's arms. Y/n turning to look at the King before bowing, dropping her eyes and looking up at him as he looked down at her with pride.

"Grandfather, My King, i apologise for the bloodshed." Y/n turned as Daemon handed her the sword, a smirk on his face as she sheathed it onto her side and exited the throne room. Rhaenyra moving to assist her father and Alicent ran towards the ailed old King playing the perfect wife.

"You are too impulsive Niece, many wars have been fought and lost by those such as yourself." Y/n rolled her eyes as she placed down her glass of wine, her handmaid pulling apart the intricate braids atop her head before Y/n raised a hand and dismissed her. Her hair now loosely flowing as she turned her head and gestured to the seat near the fire, Aemond humming as he took the seat, Y/n standing and pouring him a glass of wine as he studied her.

"Do you always seek out the company of those you despise or do you just enjoy gracing me with your arrogance?" Y/n sat back down as she picked up her glass and swirled the wine, looking at Aemond over the glass as she took a small sip, his hand hovering over the glass as he continued to watch her. Y/n hummed as she drank the sweet wine, taking her thumb and wiping her mouth before placing the glass back down and lounging into the chair, lazily looking over at Aemond as she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Aemond, i do not understand why you burden yourself with my presence, i do not enjoy yours and it is common knowledge that you do not enjoy mine, so why play these games?" Y/n ran her hands down her face and stood, turning away from Aemond as she collected her glass and downed it, running a hand through her hair. Hearing Aemond stand, her body on alert as he grew closer before wrapping his hand in her hair, pulling her head back to look up at him as he stared down at her. Bent to his will as she stoned her face, his nails lightly scratching her head as he felt her soft hair against his coarse hand.

"Your presence is a burden and yet i desire it, to see you control your impulses and act so mature and yet deep down i can see that scared little girl holding the knife that cut my eye out." Y/n glared at Aemond as he loosened his grip, pulling her head to rest against his shoulder so he could bring his mouth to her ear.

"One day i shall pluck your eye from your socket and feed it to my dragon along side your bastard brothers bodies." Aemond let go of Y/n's hair as he stepped back, her head dropping forward as she clenched her fists, knowing he wished for a fight, something to quench the blood thirst he'd held against her since that night.

This was just something i wrote cos i kept thinking about it, i'm not quite sure if i should continue writing this or what? I'm trying to get out of this rut

Hope people don't mind being tagged i know it's been a long time

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pinkydevil16 · 8 months

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hope you're doing good, missing your Nyra and Aegon fics sm!!!

hi sorry

it's been a really weird couple of months but i'm hoping to get back into it ❤️

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pinkydevil16 · 10 months

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When is the next part of the Benedict fic out? Sooo good

should be up by the end of the week :) thank you!

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Benedict Bridgerton x reader: part 6

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The next morning Benedict was on the brink of causing a true scandal as he sat across from her, chatting lightly with those around the table as he impatiently waited for breakfast to finish and whisk her into the garden. He was desperate to be alone with her yet terrified of the reality in which he would have to contain himself, his imagination ran wild and made him think she would run into his arms and they would fall into the bushes. In reality he was sure they would both be tense, his heart would beat out of his chest and she would be able to watch it run circles around her before crumpling to the ground.

Y/n was in no better a state as she avoided his eyes, her thighs tensing as she recalled how he's looked, tired and half dressed. It was angelic, the moonlight dancing along his skin, the look in his eyes, his hair darkening his face. She was a mess, afraid to be alone in the gardens, she knew a maid would be no further than a few steps behind but she was certain the fear of a scandal could not prevent her from pulling him into her. She had returned to her bedroom swiftly after she had seen him, too anxious to see if he had lingered as she knew her resolve would crack. It frustrated her to no end that she felt so enamoured by Benedict, of all the suitors and men who had tried to catch her affection he had been successful in a way she didn't think was real. An unladylike want, a feral and primal need to feel him, she imagined this was what the maids spoke of when they discussed the women of the night. Was she in such a state as they appeared to be? Was she destined to end up in some whore house in soho under different gentleman each night, disgraced for having touched herself? But it had felt so good, so right to her, to feel that rush and the slight shame afterwards had quickly been diminished by seeing Benedict.

"Are you excited to see the Gardens?" Y/n was snapped from her trance, her eyes moving from her fork to Violet as maids began clearing the table, the older woman giving her a gentle smile as Y/n send one back.

"Of course, i am quite excited to see all the flowers you have." Violet gave her another smile as she stood, all the siblings and guests moving from the table as Benedict hastily pushed his hands into his pockets and moved towards her. Keeping his eyes on her face as he gave her a smile and extended his arm, Y/n sliding her palm along his bicep as she wrapped her wrist around his arm. The lightest of contact making his hand clench against his hip bone to hide his arousal, taking a deep breath as he took in her perfume, head swimming as he moved towards the garden. Her fingers tapping against the fabric of his shirt as they made awkward small talk, well aware of the maid a few paces behind as they looked away from one another.

"We planted sunflowers last year and they are sprouting quite nicely." Y/n hummed as she looked at the patch of yellow flowers almost as tall as Benedict, her fingers clenching on his bicep as she smiled up at him.

"It is beautiful, you have a magnificent garden, it must be lovely to spend the summer evenings on the grass." Benedict smiled nodding at Y/n as his mind wandered, imagining her laid on the grass, a small blanket beneath her as she sipped a bubbly drink, small children running around as he dropped next to her and kissed her cheek.

"It was, growing up my father used to bring my mother and all of us outside when it began to cool and they'd sit and watch us play." Y/n looked down, a sad smile on her face as she ran her hand up and down his arm in a comforting manner that sent shocks through his body. The pair began moving towards the larger garden area, hidden away from the house as the maid wandered behind and picked her nails, Y/n not paying attention as she ran her free hand along the flowers catching Benedict's attention.

"LUCY!" Eloise screamed making the maid jump as she turned seeing the black haired bridgerton girl come storming over, huffing about something as she tried to pull the maid away. The poor woman trying to explain she was chaperoning as Y/n felt her throat go dry as Eloise succeeded in dragging the poor woman away to find something.

"It's fine! They're fine i need your help now!" Eloise wasn't letting up as she kept pulling the maid away, Benedict feeling heat spike as he felt how close Y/n was, no prying eyes nearby as he looked down at her.

"Would you like to continue or go back inside?" His voice was low, almost a whisper as Y/n lightly bit her lip in thought and looked towards the house and back to him.

"Continue...please." Benedict could feel the tension in his trousers as she whispered the please, she was doing things to him without a single thought, so innocent and ripe for him to take.

They walked for a few minutes as he guided her further from any prying eyes, his own selfish mind wanting to be completely alone, just the two of them in world of their own. A fantasy in his mind that he craved to be real whilst Y/n was sure her heart was going to burst out her chest as she fiddled with her dress. Guiding her towards a small bench Benedict offered her a seat which she quickly took, wanting to fan herself at how hot she felt although it wasn't from the sun, taking a seat next to her Benedict tried not to look at her. He knew that would make him break and he wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from leaning in and claiming her plush lips, to see how they would gradually turn more red as he moved his against her.

"You are beautiful." Benedict breathed out, his mind racing as his eyes widened, not expecting the words to come out as Y/n's head to snapped towards him and stared at him as he kept his eyes on the grass. The garden was silent, Benedict concentrating on her breathing before she placed a hand on his cheek and moved his head to look at her.

"Benedict." Y/n didn't know what she wanted to say but as she looked into his eyes she felt like all the oxygen had been stolen from her lungs. His eyes were blown, eyelids barely holding open as he openly gazed at her lips, licking his own as he darted his eyes up towards her own eyes and back to where her lips were slightly parted. He wanted to beg for her to let him kiss her, on his knees infront of the whole ton to hell with etiquette and society if it meant he could feel her lips against his.

"You are so beautiful Y/n, you do not understand what you do to me. Your simple touch sets my body alight, your presence makes me question my morals. You make me wish to no longer be a gentleman and i am tortured by the knowledge that i am a gentleman, because i am trying so hard to be one for you. To be the gentleman who does not want to press you against the wall and steal your breath, to the gentleman who can say i am only your friend and could happily see you dance with another without wanting to steal you away. To be the gentleman who does not look upon you like the angel you are and beg the heavens to take me so i can be with you. But i am being tried every waking moment i am near you, i am inconsolable when i am away from you and i do not know if i can take this pain knowing you are so close. I need you." Y/n did not have time to process his words before his lips touched hers, her hand on his cheek hovering over his skin as her other grasped the bench in shock. Both his hands grasping her cheeks as he pushed every emotion into the kiss, feeling how she melted against him, her hand touching his cheek as she relaxed into the kiss. Letting out a groan he moved a hand to her waist and pulled her against his body, the bench making it impossible for him to press against her and feel her body against his own. He cursed the bench in his mind, wanting it to disappear and leave them a mess on the ground. Benedict pulled back, giving Y/n time to breathe as he tried to collect himself, aware of how her chest was moving up and down and cheeks stained red, the beautiful pink of her lips darker than usual. Her eyes were the prettiest part, the colour almost completely gone as she gazed up at him, her lips parted and hair slightly dishevelled from his hands which still held her cheeks in a loving hold. Her own coming to grasp his as she pressed into his hands and closed her eyes taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes once more as she gave him a sad smile, his heart racing as he waited for her to speak.

"Benedict, i...i do not want you to be gentleman. I want you to do everything you can think of, but i cannot risk marrying." With her worlds he was sure he could feel his heart physically break and bleed out inside his chest, a mixture of pain and pure lust that didn't sit well with him. She looked so innocent as she spoke those words, wanting him to ravish her yet she didn't wish to marry him. She didn't want to be his.

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pinkydevil16 · 11 months

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Part 5 for Benny

it should be up either today or tomorrow! Just been on hols :)

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me, a fanfic author: you know how my favorite character got unfairly traumatized during the show? Maybe I can do something about it my brain: traumatize them more me: why my brain: you gotta

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Benedict bridgerton x reader: part 5

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Y/n laid awake in the plush bed, her hands nervously smoothing down the covers as she closed her eyes once again. Her mind calming down as her breathing began to even until her mind decided it wanted to run wild, conjuring a dream of Benedict which made her eyes snap back open. Her hands coming to rub at her tired eyes as she let out a groan, turning on her side and burying her face in the pillows.

"What is wrong with me?" Y/n whispered as she fisted the pillow, images of Benedict kissing her, grabbing her and pulling her into him all creating a heat in her stomach as she rubbed her thighs together to relieve some of the ache between her legs but it only made it worse. Turning onto her back she pushed her hair away from her face and pushed her palms into her eyes, getting annoyed when she imagined Benedict again. She almost wanted to tell him to kiss her just so it would be finished with, to give her some form of reprieve from her constant thoughts. Dropping her arms they hit the mattress as she stared at the ceiling, bringing her legs up until her feet rest on the soft sheets, her knees together as she rubbed her thighs once more. Her head pushing against the pillow as she arched her back trying to make the feeling go away, anything to make help her sleep as she turned her head to see the dark sky through the thin curtains. Letting out a breath as she brought her hands to her chest to tap against her night dress, her breath catching as her fingers grazed her nipple, an odd shiver running down her body as she froze. The ache between her legs seeming to lessen as she curiously moved her finger back and forth, her thighs tightening as she bit her lip and grasped her breast. She knew this would be scandalous, something a lady should never do as she had never heard of this from another lady but it made her feel better.

Her heart raced as she moved her other hand to copy her movement, grasping and fondling at her own breasts as she closed her eyes and let her mind run wild. In her mind her hands were Benedicts as he played with her, although she knew his hands would cover more of her breasts and would feel courser as she teased along the neckline of her night dress. She didn't know why it felt so good but as she rubbed her thighs together she let out a gasp, a sharp quick rush along her body as her legs dropped down and opened. Her eyes now open as she tentatively moved a hand down from her breast, her fingers burning along her skin as she pulled up her night dress. Dancing her fingers along her thigh as she chased the feeling, shivers along her arms as she slipped her other hand into the front of her night dress and grazed her nipple. Closing her eyes as she ran her fingers along her inner thigh until she hovered over her folds, feeling the ache between her legs double as she ran two fingers along her slit tentatively. Groping at her breast as she exhaled, her fingers dipping between her folds as she moved then trying to find some sort of friction or way to help herself. Her hand gripping her breast tightly as she moved over a spot which set her veins on fire, unsure of what to do as she moved back to the spot and her head dropped onto the pillow like she was made of lead.

As she continued moving her fingers softly back and forth, her hand playing with her nipple as she let out small gasps, her stomach tightening as her legs twitched. Her mind foggy as it returned to Benedict, how his fingers would be more firm, his hand would be confident and the look in his eyes, she needed to see how the desire would swirl in his eyes. How dare they could get as he looked down at her, so vulnerable and mouldable to his control as her fingers circled her clit quicker, her thighs trying to close as she panicked feeling the wetness on her fingers. Little moans slipping from her lips as they parted, back arching into her hand as she imagined Benedicts lips against hers. Her eyes opening as she felt her stomach tighten and drop, her hand quickly moving away as she stopped all movements. Her legs lightly shaking as shock waves went through her body and she suddenly felt lighter than ever, a curse coming from her lips as she laid still. Her fingers moving to slip between her folds as she felt how soaked she was, bringing her fingers to her face as she looked at them, confused yet excited by what she had discovered. Wiping them on her night dress as she pulled off her blankets, pulling her night dress down as she stood, feeling the sticky wetness coat her inner thighs as she blushed bright red. She could feel her nipples against her night dress as she bit her lip, the sensation worse than before, almost too much as she walked to the door, each step making her thigh rub together and pleasure shoot through her body. She had thought it would have stopped it completely but now she wanted to lay back and make it happen again, to overwhelm herself with it until her body would finally stop.

Benedict stepped out his bedroom, his hands covered in charcoal and shirt thrown somewhere in his room as he walked towards the bathroom, eyes cast down until he heard a door open. His eyes snapping up to see Y/n in her night dress, white and thin as she closed her door and turned, skin glowing as she gasped and pressed herself against the door. Benedict's eyes widening as he looked at her, her thighs rubbing together as she looked like a deer caught by a hunter, a fitting thought as he wanted to catch her and keep her for himself.

"Benedict." Y/n whispered, aware of her previous actions and how now she stared at him, shirtless and unaware of what she had been doing she could feel his body against hers. Could see how his hands would fit against her body, could see his eyes dart down her body as she prayed he couldn't see her shame between her legs or how she was still slowly rubbing them together at the pure sight of him. Benedict gulped, her nipples pressing against the thing fabric as his hands tensed, the desire to push her against the door, slot himself between her legs and make her call his name until everyone knew she was his. He was sure this was a dream, if this was real he would be in his grave in moments as she guided him into it. He reminded himself to speak, forcing his eyes to find hers and forced himself to stay where he was instead of stepping closer.

"Are you alright? It is late." Y/n nodded, her eyes moving down and over his naked torso, his breaches barely holding up with his suspenders hanging by his thighs. Her hands now fiddling in front of her stomach hoping to hide how her thighs still moved, although Benedict was well aware of it and each time she moved it made his whole body jolt.

"I did not realise the time, i apologise for intruding i just need to find the bathroom." Benedict could feel his trousers tighten, imagining her soaked between her legs and wanting for him although he was sure he was in a dream still. She was a lady and he doubted she could even concoct the images he had in his mind let alone know how to do them but he still loved the imagine. To see her squirming on the bed, hand fisting the sheets as she came around her fingers, wanting to be the one to make her cry out and whine at his actions. Now he was sure if it wasn't for the lack of light and the dazed look in her eyes that she would see how much she affected him, how he was begging for her to let him closer.

"It's just down the hall, would you like a drink to help you sleep?" His voice was rough, an octave lower than normal which made goosebumps run along her arms and a shiver from between her legs to make it's way to her stomach. She could feel herself become wetter the more they stood, only a meter or two away, if he took a long stride he would be able to look down her with those lust filled eyes and turn her into a puddle on the ground.

"I do not think a drink is wise but thank you, are you alright?" Benedict nodded, the pair stuck as they tried to stop a scandal, Y/n licking her lips as his eyes dropped to them. No one would know, everyone was sleeping whilst they stood staring and wanting, almost tempting the other to make the first move.

"I was just painting." Y/n nibbled on her lip as she watched him, his hands tensing by his sides as she played with her fingers. The silence echoing, neither moving.

"What were you painting?" Y/n tried to keep her voice even as her eyes dropped to Benedicts stained hands, imagining how the charcoal would leave finger prints and marks along her body as he touched her.

"Flowers."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

They were quick to respond, too quick as they both felt their hearts race, Y/n now wringing her hands as she pushed off the door and looked down.

"I should..." Benedict nodded as Y/n slowly walked past him, his eyes closing as he inhaled, the sweet perfume and something he was sure he imagined but it let his fantasies run wild. Y/n hurried to the bathroom, closing the door and pressing her body against it as she took a deep breath, pulling her night dress up as she looked at the mess along her thighs. Cursing herself as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Benedict returned to his room, a decanter of wine and a freshly poured glass in his hands, placing them down as he laid on his bed and removed his trousers. Closing his eyes as he thought about her, how she's pressed her legs together, her nipples pressing into the fabric and most importantly, the way she'd whispered his name. His hand grasping his cock as he groaned out her name, body hot and bothered as he imagined her underneath him, squirming as he tasted her. How sweet her perfume would smell, how she would be a ripe fruit for him to bite into and taste, spill out his mouth and stain his tongue with the sweetness he was sure she possessed.

"Fuck." He moaned as he thought of her, his mind recalling how she'd whispered his name, the look in her eyes and god he was gone so quick. He wanted to feel embarrassed but all he could do was think of those doe eyes, the innocence yet the thought of him catching her doing something so devious, he wanted to corrupt her in the best way.

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Benedict bridgerton x reader: part 4

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Y/n took deep breaths as she stared out the window, her usual distraction no longer working as she replayed the night before, the way Benedict had touched her lips. The thought alone making a heat in her stomach as she placed her own fingers along her lower lip, she could feel the heat pool in her stomach and make her legs tingle before she removed her hands sharply. She wouldn't think about him in such a way, he was her friend, a friend who wanted to kiss her and perhaps she would have liked it. Shaking her head she stood, leaving her window seat to place herself near her Mama.

"You are restless today dear, what are you thinking about?" Y/n could feel her ears burn as she nibbled on her lip, picking up a small glass of lemonade and drinking to cool herself.

"I am just excited to go back to the countryside for the week." Y/n's Mama smiled as she placed down her needle point, a small forget me not half sewn into the fabric as she readjusted herself to lean closer.

"Yes it will be lovely to return for the week, although you have been invited to the Bridgerton's Audrey hall and myself and your father have accepted on your behalf. Violet was kind enough to extend the invitation to us however we are visiting your cousin and her new born for the week." Y/n snapped her head to her Mama, the older woman taking a sip of her camomile tea before picking up her needle point once more.

"Mama i do not think it is appropriate for me to be alone at Audrey hall." Y/n tried to argue however her Mama only gave her a small smile and shook her head.

"You worry too much darling, Violet is a wonderful woman and would never risk your reputation nor ours. Maria is packing your bag with some riding clothes, a nice dress incase you wish to impress Benedict and she will be with you so there is no concern." Y/n ground her teeth to stop from shouting at her Mama that a week with Benedict Bridgerton was asking for scandal no matter who was present, her mind going back to how he'd looked at her. The darkness in his eyes and the hunger that swam in them, it was addictive to think about, to think that someone could look at her in such a way. She wanted to feel his breathe against her lips, his hands on her cheeks and most of all, his lips against hers. How was she supposed to look at him when her thoughts were so scandalous, her heart raced at the thought of being so close to him and the pool in her stomach slipped lower until she was squeezing her thighs and trying to concentrate on anything but her thoughts.

Benedict was nervous as he stood by the entrance to Audrey hall, his family all around him as they awaited the arrival of Lady Danbury, the Duke and Y/n. The latter being the reason he was pulling at his collar and trying not to think about how he'd almost kissed her. He felt like a fool, he'd gone to another party a few nights before to try to stop thinking of her, but she was in his mind, flickering into existence whenever he closed his eyes and seeing her face whilst being with Madam Delecroix only made his situation harder.

"Stop fussing Benedict, i'm sure she will find you most charming." Daphne commented as she moved to fix his collar, feeling how hot he was as she gave him a knowing smile, Benedict feeling his neck burn as he gave her a smile back.

"I am only hot sister, the sun is high today." Daphne nodded as she returned to her position next to Anthony, the eldest Bridgerton mumbling about the Duke whilst Violet prepped for Lady Danbury and Y/n to arrive.

"Give her these." Violet whispered as she pressed a handful of red tulips into his hands, his own palms sweaty as he almost dropped them before panicking and holding them close to his chest. Benedict moving to ask about them as Y/n's carriage arrived, his heart stopping as the door opened.

"Miss L/n, a pleasure to see you again." Anthony began speaking as Y/n exited, a light green dress complimenting her skin as the sunlight hit her, her dress slightly held up by her hand and she climbed down out. His eyes dropping to the exposed skin of her lower calf which made him take a deep inhale and look away, he felt like a school boy who was seeing his first woman.

"Thank you for the invitation, you have a beautiful house." Y/n bowed lightly as she spoke, looking up at the building with a small smile as she took in the scenery. Eloise nudging Benedict as he stared at her, Violet making small talk as he fiddled with the flowers before walking over.

"It is lovely to see you again Miss L/n, i hope you enjoy your stay. These are for you." Y/n could feel her stomach tighten as Benedict spoke, his height towering over her as he outstretched his hand, beautiful red tulips contrasting against his pale skin. Gulping Y/n nodded, taking the flowers as their fingers touched, both looking at each other as they froze for a second too long then rushed to pull away.

"Thank you, they are beautiful. I am looking forward to spending the week with you all." Y/n's eyes only left Benedict as she said 'all', something she hadn't intended to do but it made Benedict's blood heat up and once again his collar was too tight and his body was on fire as he watched her. Violet began showing Y/n around as Maria politely followed behind, Benedict and the other children all following whilst Colin wrapped his arm around his brothers shoulder.

"Do try to keep it in your trousers brother, you're redder than those flowers." Colin teased as Benedict pushed him off, Anthony and Colin laughing at him as he pulled at his collar. He was seriously a mess, how was he supposed to be around her without pinning her against the wall and kissing her.

"Shut up." Benedict ground out as he tried to keep his voice down, pushing his younger brother as they entered the drawing room. Y/n sat on the sofa with a seat next to her whilst Violet and Daphne sat across from her with Eloise lounging near by reading a book.

"Come sit Benedict." Violet spoke, mischief in her eyes as she took a sip of her tea, Y/n politely nodding as Benedict sat next to her. Her dress covered legs almost touching his, close enough he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, see each strand on hair as the light came through the window. He could almost forget his family were watching, could almost imagine pressing her into the sofa and feeling her soft skin against his hands. And now he was imagining it, something he knew he shouldn't be thinking of, something he would only dare to sketch.

"You have a lovely home Benedict, the gardens are beautiful. Daphne was telling me about a game you play every year?" Benedict could hear his siblings snicker as he nodded, trying to get rid of haze in his eyes as he cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

"Thank you, yes we play it quite seriously but i hope you'll enjoy it as it's a long standing family tradition. I would be honoured to show you the gardens if you'd like?" He could feel the sweat along his hair line as he thought about being alone with her, in the gardens, hidden away from society. He really needed to get his thoughts under control or he would slip up and she'd run for the hills. Y/n gave him a smile as she thought over his offer, turning away to look out the window.

"I'm sure it is even more magnificent in the mornings, would that be possible?"

"Yes, yes of course." Benedict jumped to answer, his mind once again conjuring images of her, now in a small night gown, sheer and pale, the sunlight shining through the thin material. Y/n raising an eyebrow with a small smirk as she looked back at him, his ears burning red as he gave her a half smile. Thankful when her attention was pulled by Daphne allowing him some reprieve from the stress of thinking she could see into his soul.

Benedict was saved by the Duke and Lady Danbury, allowing him to fade into the background during dinner as Anthony concentrated on Daphne and the Duke. He and Y/n had been able to avoid being close, seated across from each other was still torture for Benedict as he kept his eyes above her neckline. His mind too aware of how her breasts looked in her simple dress, how her hair fell by her curves and brought his attention to them without trying. He felt depraved, starved of her without ever having her, each thought he had was of her, either to make her smile or to make her glow in a way he wished to see. He was enamoured as he kept glancing back between her and his plate, barely able to eat as his mind whirled, wondering if she felt the same, did she struggle to keep her thoughts clear? Did she want to push the table away and pull him into her? Was she as entrapped as he was or was he just a fool?

Y/n lightly bit her lip as she snuck a glance at Benedict, his eyes on his plate as he seemed to be in his own head. Something she wished she was able to do without her thoughts being consumed of him and the desire to kiss him. The all consuming, mind boggling want to press her lips to his and see if it would help the ache between her legs or the heat in her stomach. She was sure it would only make her want worse, make it almost burning inside her as she thought of how she could have let him kiss her. Could have allowed herself one pleasure, one small kiss to satisfy the odd curiosity she'd had since meeting him. But each time her mind recalled her own words, friends. Only friends and never more, something she was adamant in keeping true but each time his eyes met hers, or she saw his eyes wander along her skin she couldn't help but feel a swell in her chest. A sort of approval that his eye did not wander as her Mama had mentioned, not once at the balls had he danced with another. He hadn't spoken to anyone else or even entertained a Mama, his attention on her only, it brought her a sense of self that she didn't realise she wanted. She'd never wanted men to see her the way she wanted Benedict to, she was repulsed by it, rejecting anyone who dared but now as she saw his eyes dart to her once more. She wanted to stare back, challenge him to do something, something she knew would be scandalous but would feel right. She was a fool who was tempting fate too much, too many thoughts, too many looks and far too many feelings for her own good.

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I miss you!! Can you do a quick fic of Rhaenyra surprising her sis with bday sex& gifts 🥲🖤

I have missed you so much!! I'm so sorry for how late this is and i hope this makes up for it!

Rhaenyra was anxious as she fiddled with the box, she wasn't one for presents let alone wrapping and feeling pressure to make sure someone liked them. But this wasn't just anyone, this was her one true love, the one person she treasured and wanted to know how much she adored her. So now she was almost ready to go and find her when the door opened, Y/n quickly closing the door as she sighed and leaned against it. A bright smile coming over her face as she saw her older sister and lover stood by their shared bed, a beautiful box in her hands and a soft smile on her face.

"Oh Nyra! You are back! I have missed you so, you look even more beautiful than last time i laid eyes on you." Y/n began gushing, Rheanyra had been gone for only a week to attend to her marriage with Daemon and her children, although they both knew her heart stayed with Y/n. Rhaenyra placed down the box, allowing Y/n to throw herself into her arms as she laid a kiss on her forehead and pulled her into her chest.

"I would never miss my Princesses birthday, especially when she has been such a good girl for me." Y/n could feel her body heat up as she rose her head, lip between her teeth as she smiled at her lover, Rhaenyra giving her a smirk before capturing her lips. Y/n's lungs feeling empty as she felt Rhaenyra's hands tighten on her waist and pull her even closer, her mind fogging over as she gave into the kiss. Rhaenyra pulling back as Y/n tried to move forward making the older Targaryen laugh as she placed a peck on her lips and moved back, picking up the box and placing it in her sister's hands.

"Open your gifts my little dragon." Rhaenyra spoke, Y/n nodding as she opened it delicately, careful to not ruin the hard word Rhaenyra had put in. Opening the lid as her face lit up red, her fingers tightening around the lid before she looked at Rhaenyra.

"Is this?" Y/n could feel her mouth go dry as she looked back at the toy, a wooden replica of a cock with two straps, placing down the lid she picked it up. Her eyes widening at the size as she looked between the toy and Rhaenyra, the latter grinning as she moved closer.

"I thought you would enjoy feeling me inside you, i had it made especially for you Princess and i cannot wait to see your face as i fuck you." Y/n gulped as she looked at the size of the toy, Rhaenyra had not been cruel with the size but Y/n was still afraid, excited yet afraid. She had only been with Rhaenyra, comfortable in her arms and fingers but the thought of her fucking her was something that made her clench her thighs together and cunt ache.

"Will it fit?" Y/n asked, Rhaenyra letting out a small laugh as she moved to untie the light green dress from her lovers body, Y/n still enamoured by the toy as she felt her dress loosen and begin to fall. Her hands placing down the toy as she felt her dress fall to the floor, a warm hand on her back pushing her to bend over the end of the bed as she whined.

"Do not worry, i will be gentle until you beg me to fuck you hard." Y/n felt her cunt clench as Rhaenyra ran a hand along her back, down the back of her thigh before dipping between her legs. Her fingers finding her clit easily as she rubbed her, slowly teasing her as she laid kisses along her shoulder blades. Y/n's hand gripping the sheets as Rhaenyra pushed two fingers into her cunt and listened to her mewl in pleasure, her back arching as she pushed back into her hand.

"I missed you, it was lonely without you." Y/n admitted as Rhaenyra pulled back, placing a kiss at the base of her spine as she got on her knees. Her kisses lowering on her thighs until she was pushing Y/n further as she was forced onto her stomach.

"I missed you too, it was too long without you in my arms." Y/n keened at the affection, letting out a moan as Rhaenyra tongue pressed against her cunt, her face burying into the blanket as she tried to control herself. Rhaenyra now skillfully sucking on her clit as she pushed another fingers into her, her hand working quickly as Y/n whined and tried to speak. Her voice muffled by the bed as Rhaenyra played with her, enjoying how her cunt squeezed her fingers and dripped onto her wrist.

"Such a good girl, so wet for me, you're going to take my cock so well." Y/n moaned at Rhaenyra's words, her mind whirling with the image of Rhaenyra fucking her, panting as she moaned her name. Rhaenyra continuing her actions as she felt her cunt clench, Y/n's moans growing loader as she grew closer to orgasm. "Cum for me Princess." Rhaenyra whispered, Y/n moaning as she came, the order forcing her over the edge as she collapsed against the bed. Rhaenyra sucking her clit gently before pulling her fingers out as Y/n let out a small cry at the stimulation, rising to her full height before stripping from her black dress. Y/n letting out a pant as she turned her head to see Rhaenyra grasp the toy, strapping it to her hips before tapping Y/n's hip.

"Turn around, i want to see your pretty face." Y/n blushed as she turned, her chest bouncing as she looked up at Rhaenyra, her naked body exciting her as she looked down to see the wooden cock between her legs. The sight making Y/n moan as Rhaenyra grasped her thighs and pulled them apart, moving closer until the toy pressed against her clit. Running it along her slit as she watched her face, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her along the toy.

"Are you ready?" Y/n nodded as her eyes stayed on the toy, Rheanyra moving back to line it up against her drenched cunt, her eyes darting between her lovers face and cunt as she edged forward. Y/n whining as she watched the cock pushed between her folds and into her, the feeling odd, almost normal yet entirely new as she stretched over the toy. Her hands fisting the sheets as Rhaenyra pushed forward until she could feel her hips against Y/n's, her eyes finding Y/n's as she clenched them shut. Leaning forward Rhaenyra placed a hand beside her face and the other grasped her face gently, encouraging her to open her eyes as she smiled down at her. Kissing her deeply as she pulled back, making Y/n whine out before she pushed back in, reminding herself she had to set a good pace and not wreck her poor girls cunt the first time. Y/n let out a moan into the kiss as Rhaenyra began to fuck her, her hand leaving her face to grasp at her chest, toying with Y/n's nipple as the younger girl's hands found place on Rhaenyra's back. Her nails digging in as Rhaenyra thrust deeper, pulling back her head to look down at where the toy disappeared inside Y/n's desperate cunt, each thrust making her breasts bounce and a moan to exit her lips. Rhaenyra smirking as she sat up, Y/n's hands now gripping her biceps as Rhaenyra set a brutal pace, every thrust pushing her higher in the bed as she grasped her hips and pulled her down onto the toy. Y/n's eyes closed as she cursed out, her back arching and legs curling around Rhaenyra's hips as she fucked into her.

"Fuck, Nyra, too much." Y/n begged as she opened her eyes, seeing Rhaenyra's eyes stuck where the toy fucked in and out of her, Y/n's eyes following as she watched. The image making her moan as she pushed her head against the bed and closed her eyes once more, the feeling building too quickly as she tried to grasp at Rhaenyra to let her know but the pleasure was too much. Rheanyra looking up as she moved her hand down to rub circles on Y/n's clit, making her cry out as she thrust deeper, hitting every spot inside her as she watched her moan and writhe under her.

"Are you going to cum for me Princess?" Y/n nodded as she pulled Rhaenyra down, their lips meeting as Rhaenyra thrust harsher, the kiss breaking as Y/n moaned cumming harshly whilst Rhaenyra kept pace until Y/n cried out and tears fell onto her cheeks. Pulling back Rhaenyra pulled out the toy, unstrapping as Y/n twitched, legs unable to move as she laid against the bed panting. Rhaenyra laying next to her as she carefully placed a kiss against her lips, Y/n's eyes glazed over as she gave her a small smile and a pathetic whine.

"You did so good Y/n, happy birthday." Y/n gave her a lazy smile as she kissed her, Rhaenyra playing with her hair as she fell asleep.

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