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The Bonds of Blood (Aegon Targaryen II x Reader) Dark Content

Summary: Aegon visits Aemond's wife at night.

Warnings: very dark fic, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, slight stalking, envy, descriptive smut, blackmail, and trickery. adults only.

You've been married to Aemond for three lunar cycles now. He had shown glimpses of kindness in his own way… when he was present. Yet, to call him merely "kind" felt too generous—he merely existed. He was passive, seemingly disengaged. You endeavored to spark his interest. You inquired about his dragon and extended offers to share books with him. Nevertheless, the moments spent together felt devoid of life. Even amidst conversation, the emptiness hung heavy in the air.

Passion was absent, and intimate moments were few and far between, lacking any semblance of desire. His gaze scarcely met yours, and his departures were swift. The only instances when Aemond displayed any semblance of spousal behavior were in the presence of his elder brother. It seemed as though Aemond harbored a tinge of jealousy towards Aegon, perhaps protective of you from his brother's attention. Despite Aegon being among the few at court who showed genuine interest in you, Aemond repeatedly cautioned his brother to steer clear of his wife. Nonetheless, Aegon's presence always found its way back to you, defying Aemond's warnings.

At times, you found yourself pondering the possibilities of a different marriage, yet you endeavored to remain grateful that your husband was not cruel or violent. Despite this, the weight of duty pressed heavily upon you. Three moons had passed, and still, your womb remained empty, testing the limits of your hope. This was of course until the night you woke up.

As your eyes begun to flutter you first noticed the pressure on your body. The rhythmic creaking of the bed caught your attention, though initially, you were uncertain of its cause. This was until you could feel him, inside of you. He was engulfed in you, your tight pussy clinging around him. Aching for a sensation that he, your husband, had not provided you with this moon. A moan had parted from your lips, remaining in your throat as you pushed yourself up slightly.

"A-Aemond?" You questioned; a hand quickly pushed down on your back, holding you down against the bed. Your body obeyed, though your lips continued to spill the sweet sounds of desire.

There was a feeling inside of you. It was unfamiliar, foreign. A tightening deep within your womanhood that clung around your husbands length.

"A-Aemond, I-I-"You did not even know how to form words to explain what was happening, however, his hand hard against your back his length continued. Hard, smashing into you as you begun to spasm around him. Your first release would consume you- It made sounds that never left your lips bounce on the stone walls of the room causing him to push your face down into the bed to silence you. His trust quickened and soon you could feel him fill you.

This feeling was familiar, the other was not. You could feel his seed, sticky and thick, as he fucked every last drop into you. His trust becoming lazy as he kept you pushed down on the bed. He stayed there like that and while you wanted to question him you could not move. When he did pull himself from you he left the room before you could even fully turn around. Leaving you to sleep, sticky, and unaware of what your husband's brother had just done to you.

For you had thought that your husband had come to your room, late at night, to finally fulfil his desires . . . or his duty. Regardless you were finally happy to be fulfilling yours.

Aegon would come to you when you were asleep each day that week. He pushed you down on the mattress, face down, and always left without saying a word.

Tonight was no exception for Aegon. He had managed to slip into your room undetected, pausing for a moment at the foot of the bed. As you slumbered, as you often did, he couldn't help but notice how your features seemed almost angelic in the moonlight, reminiscent of a painting he had once seen of the Mother. Aegon's eyes were fixated on your chest, watching your breast as they rose and fell with your breathing. What he would give to fuck you in the day light. Aegon crept onto the bed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he deftly peeled away the blankets. Your legs were apart, waiting for him, he was certain.

Aegon normally flipped you over but tonight was different. He could not resist, for his hands carefully removed your undergarments. He brought them to his face and took an inhale of your sweet scent. His cock had become rock hard, stirring in his trousers as he brought them down. He did not wat a moment longer, for he soon pushed down on your thighs and slid himself inside of you. Even after nights of stuffing himself inside of you, your cunt was deliciously tight. Aegon begun to thrust into you, concerned about his own pleasure.

Your body became tense with him inside you, he watched as your face contorted; soft sounds falling from your lips as he thrusted into you.

The sensation was no longer unfamiliar. As you stirred from your slumber, you found yourself beginning to embrace the feeling. Yet, as your eyelids fluttered open, you gazed upward. For the first time since your husband had started visiting you at this late hour, you were able to meet his gaze. However, now eye to eye, you were able to see that this was not your husband. It was Aegon who had welcomed himself into your body, hands gripping on your waist as he spit you on his cock, grunting into you, and filling you with his seed each night.

"A-Aegon!" You asked in an out rage, a smile creeping on his lips as he placed his hand over your mouth.

"Shh-" He ordered as he started to thrust into you at an accelerated rate. Without mercy. You were tightening around him, involuntarily. You were trying to fight off the feeling of your own release; tears had been pooling in the corners of your eyes as you whimpered for mercy.

There was no mercy here.

Aegon knew what you were doing and continued until you spasmed around him causing him to hum. "Good Girl." He cooed to you, taking his fingers and now shoving them into your mouth. Looking at you, your hole full of his cock and another full of his fingers. "Fucking look at you, getting fucked by your husbands brother. You whore." Aegon said in a grunt as he continued his speed, slowing down slightly to savor this moment.

"You love this, don't you?" Aegon asked, his fingers pushing down on your tongue, causing you to gag on his fingers. You could not answer, you didn't have to. The slickness between your legs said more than any defense you would have given.

"Ah, Gods- I'm close. It's so hard to last inside you." Aegon spoke in a grunt as he continued to fuck you teasingly slow. "Aemond doesn't know what he's missing." He continued on.

Aegon would pick up his speed, unable to hold off any longer as he soon tense his body, his cock spasming inside of you. "Fuck- fucking milk me you whore." Aegon says as he fills you, ensuring that not a drop of his seed is leaking out of you, his free hand pushing down on your thigh so you have no option but to take it. He soon pulls his finger from your mouth and slowly unsheathes his cock from within you.

Aegon turns over to you and without a moment hesitation informs you, "You'll have to fuck Aemond here soon, convince him that he actually managed to get you pregnant."

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A brother's duty. // Husband!Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Aegon seemed to have noticed how much his younger brother, Aemond, fancies you, as a self proclaimed caring older brother, he decides to fulfill that role by giving Aemond what he wants, which is you.

WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader, dubious consent, threesome, m/m/f, dacryphilia, rough sex, manhandling, slight humiliation, degrading, double penetration, mentions of infidelity (aegon visiting brothels), slight misogyny, breeding kink, tiddy sucking, oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), pussy drunk aemond, lactation kink, cum eating, anal sex, lmk if I missed any! + not proofread.

WC: 4.7k

A/N: the anal sex in this isn't "realistic" aka no prior preparation so please don't come at me and go ''that isn't how anal sex works 😡😡😡 you have to do blah blah blah'' ik but this is just a work of fiction so pls just enjoy it // divider credits: @cafekitsune

“Aemond, do you perhaps fancy my wife?” Aegon tilts his head to the side, questioning his brother as they sit together in the library, quietly reading, of course, until the short pale haired man decided to break the silence.

“Brother, this is no place for such discussions.” Aemond tries dodging the question, but Aegon simply rolls his eyes grunting loudly in displeasure, “Just answer the question.” Aegon says annoyed and Aemond pursues his lip, lost deep in thought.

“What if I say ‘yes’?” Aemond asks, “Then I'd have your head for that.” Aegon smiles which makes Aemond shift uncomfortably in his seat, “Come on! I was kidding, do you really think I'd kill my own blood-related brother over a woman?” Aegon laughs loudly and Aemond sighs but he furrows his brows, “She is your wife.” Aemond states sternly, but Aegon shrugs, “And you are my brother.” He replies.

Aemond lets out another heavy sigh, hoping that he'd escape this situation he'd somehow gotten into, “So?” Aegon pushes further, poking at Aemond to answer the question and Aemond hums in irritance before being fed up and answering Aegon's question. “Yes, I do fancy your wife.” He admits, slightly ashamed.

Aemond was a man of the faith, believing in the faith of the seven, and according to the scripture, desiring a woman is a carnal sin, diabolical if she's a married woman, abysmal if she's your own brother's wife.

But Aemond couldn't help it, it's as if though the gods were testing him, not only were you pleasant on the eye but you were also very polite and had the same interests as him, and most probably the only woman — besides his sister — who was not disgusted after seeing his injury.

He knew he had to stop developing an interest towards you once he found out that you were being married to Aegon, but for some inexplicable reason; that only made him want you more, perhaps it was the label of you being ‘forbidden’ that enticed him further, making him yearn to get the taste of the forbidden fruit more than ever.

How he had wished that it was him instead, the one getting married to you, he wished it was he who fucked you, he wished it was him who got you pregnant, he wished it was his babe you waddled all around the red keep with, he wished it was his child that you had given birth to.

But those were nothing more than just wishes, wishes that would never come true, unless a miracle happens.

“That wasn't hard now was it?” Aegon's voice snaps Aemond out of his train of thoughts and Aemond simply hums, “Why did you ask such a question?” Aemond inquires curiously and Aegon smirks at him, “I may not be sober most of the time but the way you stare at her doesn't go unnoticed, your desire burns deep for her doesn't it? I've especially taken note of it when she was pregnant with my child, your eye never left her womb.” He answers and Aemond rolls his eye.

The atmosphere is filled with silence once again as Aemond continues to silently read his book.

“I would've let you fuck her if you had asked me to.” that statement which left Aegon's mouth made Aemond choke on his spit as he stared at him wide eyed, shocked at what he had just said, “Pardon?” Aemond gazes at Aegon confusedly, and Aegon gets a thrill out of this, watching his brother be flustered.

“I said what I said, you could've just told me so, you're my brother Aemond, how do you think I will ever turn any of your requests down?” Aegon says it so casually, as if he was giving an item that belonged to him which Aemond had always wanted so badly, except you weren't an item or an object.

Aemond remains silent, unable to talk because of how baffled he was, but Aegon pressed on, “Don't you wanna feel her cunt around your cock?” This makes Aemond slam his book down and get up, and Aegon raises his hands in surrender, “It was merely an offer, I wouldn't mind sharing her with you, we've shared whores before.” Aegon tries justifying his reasoning and Aemond scoffs, “But she is no whore, she is your wife, you should treat her with respect.” he replies agitated.

“Enough with the sterness, reply plainly, do you want to fuck her or no? I won't ever bring it up ever again if you say no, we'll pretend we never had this conversation.” Aegon sighs before raising his eyebrow.

Aemond swallows thickly, should he take this chance? He always yearned for you so badly, it's like the opportunity presented itself; he could seize it, but he was in a dilemma, not wanting you to face such disrespect, your self respect will be obliterated to pieces, you'd be drowning in self shame.

You were a very dignified lady, a woman who carried herself confidently no matter what, this is why you weren't even affected when Aegon still visited the brothels. As long as the word didn't get out, you were fine with it. You simply did your duty as a wife and a mother. He couldn't imagine you allowing him to fuck you and ruin your honour.

“Decide fast brother, I have to leave soon, it's been a while since I laid with my wife, the maesters had told me to give her a break for a minimum of six weeks, yet eight weeks have passed, my cock craves her cunt so desperately.” Aegon speaks explicitly, and Aemond's breath hitches in his throat, imagining what your cunt would be like. “Then why do you visit the brothels if you seem to like her so much?” He questions, trying to change topics, “That's cause she can't satiate my depravities, otherwise I wouldn't even be visiting those wenches anymore.” Aegon talks as though it was a minor inconvenience.

“Either way, decide quickly.” Aegon urges and Aemond swallows.

He opens his mouths to reject it, but for some odd reasons his mind forms a explicit thought of burying his cock inside your cunt which causes his cock to stir slightly, the blood flowing to it at the mere thought of fucking you.

‘No Aemond, she is your sister in law, your brother's wife, you cannot let this desire succumb you.’

‘But didn't you want this for a long time? Imagine how her cunt would weep when you'd shove your cock into it hm? Her breasts bouncing up and down while you thrust into her.’

He swallows thickly, those internal arguments happening in the span of seconds before he has had enough and made up his mind.

“Yes, I want to fuck her.”

The babe in your arms cooed as you rocked him gently — caressing his chubby cheeks with your thumb as he slowly fell asleep due to your movements, “He's cute isn't he?” You ask the servant that was in charge of him and she nodded, smiling at you.

“Yes princess, the more he grows, the more he resembles his father, Prince Aegon.” She gives her commentary and you give her a small smile and slightly nod your head. The babe finally closes its eyes, going into slumber and you chuckle at his cuteness, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, just then, the door the nursery opens which reveals ser criston cole.

You were confused as to why the kingsguard was here himself, “Prince Aegon has sent me in search for you, he is calling you to his chambers.” Those words were enough to clarify the situation. He wanted to lay with you, “I'll be there in a minute.” you reply and he nods, you give the babe to the servant before smoothening your dress, and leaving the nursery.

You reach your martial chambers quickly, you turn around to thank Cole and dismiss him, you then open the door to the chambers and shut them just as quickly, taking a deep breath before turning around and venturing deeper into the room.

You spot Aegon sitting in his chair, but what was odd was that he was accompanied by Aemond, who you've meet occasionally and had nothing but a positive opinion on about, you were confused on what he was doing here.

Maybe Aegon did not want to lay with you? Maybe Aegon was trying to get closer to his brother for having a bond of a family? You knew how strongly bonded these brothers are, especially since after whatever happened at driftmark, so it wouldn't be weird to assume that Aegon is trying to get you and Aemond to become good friends.

“Ah, wife.” Aegon gets up from his chair, coming over to hug you, and you return it awkwardly, knowing that Aemond is in the same room, Aegon chuckles at your awkwardness. He quickly gets behind you, pushing you forward until you're right in front of Aemond who stares at you from below, all the while Aegon nuzzles his face into your neck.

You're confused not knowing what's happening, “Brother, undo her front laces.” Aegon commands and you furrow your brows immediately, baffled at how Aegon was behaving, perhaps he had drunk too much? You felt bad for Aemond, probably stuck in this unwanted situation, you try to give him an escape route but you are surprised when his warm knuckles graze against your collarbones as his fingers hook underneath your laces, beginning to pull them apart.

You were perplexed by his actions, not knowing what to do, you grip his arm from further undoing the laces but Aegon forcefully pulls your hands back, holding both of them behind you as Aemond pulls off the corset.

You were wearing a dress with no sleeves, but that did not mean you went completely shoulderless, your shift and chemise beneath you acted as the sleeve’s replacement, so when Aemond undoes the laces that were holding your long gown up, it immediately plummets to the floor, leaving you in your chemise.

Aegon nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, taking in your scent while placing small kisses on your shoulder, still not letting go of your hands, “Darling, I hope you don't mind Aemond joining us today, he had admitted to me that he fancies you, and as his older brother, it is in my responsibility that i take care of my brothers needs.” Aegon coos into your ear and you bite your lip, you are about to respond but you are interrupted by your own gasp when you feel Aemond caress your breasts, squeezing the flesh and playing with them.

“I'm afraid— I don't understand?.” You reply confusedly, staring at Aemond play with the mounds of your breasts, and Aegon chuckles into your ear pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I'm simply allowing him to wet his dick inside your cunt.” Aegon puts it plainly, making you bite your lip in shame; all the while Aemond's hand slowly travels up your thigh, underneath your chemise, before it disappears inside; reaching your core.

You squeal when you feel him pinch your clit before he stroked small circles onto it.

“W-why?” You question, trying to free your hands from Aegon's grip but he doesn't budge, but instead watches with amusement as his brother's hand brings out such reactions from you, you whimper as Aemond's finger travels down your slit and to your opening.

“It's my duty as his older brother.” Aegon replies nonchalantly, Aegon loosens his grip momentarily, changing his grip so he can hold both of your hands in one of his. His free hand lifts your chemise up, as he peeks from over your shoulder to see what his brother's hand was doing to your cunt, he chuckles mockingly when he sees your juices dripping from in between your legs.

“Look at her leaking yeah? Her cunt is literally weeping.” Aegon comments and you clench your eyes shut because of the humiliation you are feeling, your husband is parading you out like a whore for his younger brother, and Aemond— whom you've thought of so highly— is letting this happen while participating in the act.

You gasp when you feel one of Aemond's finger enter you, your walls tightly clamping around his finger which makes him grunt, “Fuck you're squeezing my fingers.” He breathlessly says. Aemond suckles on your neck, biting your sensitive spot which makes you whimper. Aegon finally lets go of your hands and then holds you by your waist before rubbing his cock against your ass.

Aemond's finger trail over the spongy spot inside of you, that makes you let out a moan and he takes note of this and presses against that area that causes you to tremble in pleasure, your hands fly up to his shoulders to balance yourself, though you knew you wouldn't fall, Aegon was holding from behind after all.

You were trapped between these two men, both of them peppering kisses on the opposite sides of your neck making you feel dizzy so you rest your head on Aegon’s shoulder, revealing more of your neck for the men to claim.

Aemond adds another finger inside you, stretching you out whilst providing you pleasure, his fingers skillfully grazing your spongy spot, constantly hitting it with precision.

You didn't even feel your peak approaching; it was ripped out of you so suddenly, you let out a loud moan of Aemond's name, clenching onto his shoulders extremely tightly, tears streaming down your cheeks at the intensity of your peak. Aegon's warm tongue glides over your face, collecting your tears on his tongue and licking at them.

You feel Aemond pull his fingers out of you, and you watch with hooded eyes as he puts them in his mouth, licking your essence up before he hums in delight, before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself.

You are surprised when you are pulled away from him by Aegon, he lifts you up hurriedly and carries you over to the bed before harshly throwing you on it, he is quick to undress, taking off his breeches and undergarments, getting completely naked and harshly grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His hands rip apart your chemise in a hurry, before he forcefully spreads apart your legs and positions himself in between, he gives you no warning before roughly shoving himself inside you, that make you slightly shriek in pain but eventually the pain fades, he moves in and out of you fast paced, ramming into your hole with such an intensity that it has you seeing stars.

“Are you jealous?” Aemond taunts Aegon and Aegon rolls his eyes, “No, I just couldn't hold back anymore, I've missed her cunt so much.” He replies to the taunt and Aemond chuckles, undoing his own breeches, freeing his cock from its confines. “Can I use her mouth?” He asks Aegon and Aegon grunts, “Do whatever the fuck you want with her.” he thrusts brutally into you.

You feel the space next to your head sink and you look over slightly only to be face to face with Aemond's cock, it forms a shadow over your face under the candle lights, you gasp when you see it physically throb. You've never seen that before.

He uses that slight opening as a chance, hooking his thumb in your mouth and spreading your mouth open before pushing his cock inside your mouth, you are taken aback by this and try to pull away but Aemond holds your head in place before shoving himself inside your mouth further, his tip caresses the back of your throat, which makes you gag on his cock, but that only further provides additional pleasure as he groans.

“Seven hells—” Aemond grumbles, his hand hold your hand as he thrusts into your mouth, thumb caressing the outline of his cock that forms in your throat when he pushes as the way, your eyes well up with tears and soon you're panting for air that makes you involuntarily suck on his cock, Aegon's thrusts from downwards make your body jolt upwards, taking more of Aemond's cock.

Aemond suddenly pulls out which makes you suck a sharp breath automatically, “Easy there sweetheart.” Aemond coos and you pant heavily staring at him with doe eyes, “I'll shove it once again alright? Breathe— through your nose— fuckkk.” Aemond instructs as he shoves his dick inside your mouth again, but this time you're prepared so you follow his instructions.

You hollow your cheeks which makes him grunt in satisfaction, “Good girl.” Aemond compliments you, which causes your cunt to clench around Aegon's cock, to which he responds by a chuckle, “Guess she liked that brother, she's squeezing the fuck out of me.” Aegon talks to his brother and Aemond hums in response, Aegon's thrusts speed up, that constantly hit your sweet spot, he bends forwards and takes one of your breast in your mouth, suckling on the nipple and soon– beads of white droplets begin to come out, directly into his mouth that makes him suck more harshly, enjoying the taste of your sweet milk.

“She's lactating? Fuck I wanna have a taste.” Aemond moans, noticing how the milk started to drip from the sides of Aegon's mouth.

Aegon's tip constantly caresses your spongy part, which causes something to tighten in your stomach before it eventually snaps, causing you to cry out in ecstasy and choke on Aemond's dick.

The sensation of your throat tightening around his cock makes Aemond finish as well, he shoots his load down your throat which you have no option but to swallow, and soon— Aegon is finishing inside, painting your inner walls white.

He pulls out immediately after, falling forward onto you and positioning you in such a way that he is able to suckle more, Aemond joins him soon after; shuffling and turning down to take your free breast into his mouth.

You couldn't help but whine as the two brothers suckled on each of your breasts, your recent high made you even more susceptible to sensitivity, yet you couldn't help but caress their heads gently, Aemond clamped his teeth down on to your nipple hardly which made you wince; but he later soothed the area with the wetness of his tongue. Aegon on the other hand was more careful to not graze his teeth against your sensitive buds, only using his tongue and swirling it around your swollen bud.

Aemond let's go with a wet pop, cleaning up the milk and sat up straight before tugging you, this displeased Aegon who wasn't done yet, but he had to let go, Aegon watches as Aemond settles in between your legs before he crawls down, by then Aegon had already caught on to what he was doing, and assisted him by holding you against his chest, your back pressed against him tightly, meanwhile you on the other hand; had no idea what Aemond was about to do.

“Aemond what are you— huh? Ahhh!—” You ended up squealing in surprise when you felt him place his wet tongue on your clit— you tried to shut your legs from the embarrassment but Aegon held them open— so you could only watch helplessly as Aemond gave kitten licks to your clit, which undoubtedly made you feel pleasure.

He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit before fully engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the flesh as if he's starving, Aegon's cock is already beginning to harden again as he witnessed such a depraved act.

Aemond groaned when he felt Aegon's seed in his mouth — which he sucked out of you — but he didn't let it stop from devouring you, his tongue licked through your folds before he sucked on your clit and let go of it with a pop before repeating the motion all over again, you unknowingly pushed his face further into your cunt, which made him moan knowing how desperate you were for him, the moan caused additional vibrations which sent pleasure through your body in waves.

You rested your head on Aegon's shoulder as you watched Aemond continue his ministrations, Aegon turned your head slightly before he connected his lips with yours and you moaned into the kiss.

The familiar feeling of the tightness began to form in your stomach again and you break the kiss with Aegon and start to hump Aemond's face involuntarily; trying to just desperately reach your high.

“You're such a fucking whore do you know that? You look so desperate humping your face against his face.” Aegon coos meanly into your ear and you whine, staring at him with teary eyes and he smirks meanly, pulling your hair harshly, “Whore.” He degrades you and your bottom lips tremble as you are about to start crying, but you aren't able to when your peak hits you at the same moment, making you moan in pleasure instead.

Aegon mockingly smiles at you, “Here I thought that you were a prim and proper lady, hell— you don't even let me do these things to you, but maybe my judgement was wrong, maybe you're a whore from the silk street disguised as a lady.” He accuses you meanly, you shake your head no at his accusation while trying to calm down from your high.

Aemond doesn't say anything to that, but simply sits up, and shifts positions once again, pulling you off Aegon and onto his lap instead, you cry onto his shoulders and he simply coos at you, he caresses your hair to calm you down, “Goodness brother, you've made her cry.” Aemond sneers at Aegon who just shrugs his shoulders. “I've only stated what I've observed.” He replies and you whimper.

“All of that aside— do you think she can take us both? In one hole.” Aegon speaks before Aemond could come up with a response and you furrow your brows, and Aemond is lost deep in thought, “We'll have to test it out.” Aemond responds and you push back, immediately staring at him wide eyes but Aemond just pecks your lips.

He lays down, taking you along with him, one hand holding you against him while the other is grabbing your hips and sinking you down on his boner, you bite your lip at the delicious stretch, you're in a position where Aegon can clearly see your pussy stretching around Aemond's cock. Aegon straddles Aemond's knees and lines his cock against your entrance and you turn your head back to see what he was doing, his cock bumped with Aemond's before he found a slight opening to shove his cock into the same hole. “Ah—!” You let out a squeal from pain as you feel his tip intruding and stretching you far than you're capable of taking.

Aegon grows frustrated, not being able to enter his cock fully inside you as your walls clamp down, resisting furthermore intrudence, however that only makes Aemond's pleasure elevate as your walls squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck this, I'm taking her from the rear.” Aegon gives up pushing his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel his thumb poking and pushing inside your puckered hole on your behind. You cover your face with your hands ashamed but Aemond pulls them away before crunching upwards to kiss you on the lips.

Aegon collects your wetness that's dripping from your cunt and smears it on your slightly stretched out hole before doing the same with his cock and lining the tip with the entrance and slowly pushing it inside.

“Ahh— Aegon— wait– I don't think— hgh!” You squeal once his fully settles inside you, and you couldn't help but tremble from the burn of the stretch as he slowly started to move, tears streamed down your face when you felt Aemond move too.

You were feeling highly humiliated, how your dignity has now been sullied, though this encounter wouldn't get out; you knew you wouldn't be able to see Aemond in the same light again, you'd always think about this day whenever you'd encounter him, a dirty little secret you'll have to keep hidden from the realm.

You are pulled from your thoughts with a sharp thrust from both of them penetrating you, you couldn't stop it but moans slipped from your mouth like prayers, you gasped and choked while calling out their names, the position; the act; the pleasure and humiliation you were feeling all combined made you feel hot, and to your horror, the pain began to subside leading you to enjoy this act.

You clinged onto Aemond as the brothers both rammed into you at such a fast pace that made you see stars, you clenched your eyes shut at the new sensations they were making you feel, and soon you're moving in rhythm along with them.

“Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum.” Aegon grunts, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy, “Me too.” You tell him and Aemond takes that as a cue to thrust faster into you, his hips ramming against you, the sound of flesh slapping rapidly fills the room.

Once again, you're blinded by the pleasure that was ripped from you, you came with a loud moan just as simultaneously as Aegon did, he pulled out and came on your back, he couldn't help but watch in awe as his seed dripped down onto your ass cheeks.

Aemond's pace became slow and messy, indicating that he was near too, “I'm gonna cum inside you, get you pregnant alright? This time you'll carry my child, not Aegon's. I'll make sure of it.” He grunts out mindlessly, pressing you down tightly to his chest, and Aegon just snickers. “Only time will tell, Brother.” Aegon replies snarky.

And with that, Aemond finishes inside you, shooting his seed far up into your walls, and you just nod silently, processing his words, his grip loosens after he finishes you fall off him and onto the bed, and soon Aegon collapses tiredly as well.

You hoped silently, that this would be the last of it, and that you'll not have to do this again, though it was enjoyable— it was humiliating, you were not that kind of lady that indulges in such depravity, maybe you'll be able to forget this and move on as if it never happened.

You prayed to the gods desperately.

But the gods are cruel.

Such encounters became frequent, Aegon and Aemond were enjoying it too much to stop, and soon you eventually got used to the routine, yet you couldn't help but feel guilty when you'd go to the sept with Alicent, when she prays that Aemond can find a good match, when she talks about the proposals that came for Aemond to you, unbeknownst to the fact that her son was constantly fucking you and was way too obsessed with you to let go of you and marry another woman.

He'd began fuck you without Aegon being involved and when you told Aegon about it, he simply shrugged furthermore simply allowing him to do so, telling you that it was his duty as a brother to let Aemond have the things he wants, the very same excuse he used during the first time.

“So, what do you think about Floris Baratheon? Do you think she's a good match for you?” Alicents voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you stare at her, who is addressing Aemond, who seemed to be as disinterested as ever.

“She's decent.” He replies shortly before he turns his gaze to you, and you immediately avoid it, staring at Alicent instead who sighs in annoyance, soon; the feeling of stickiness between your legs—which you've tried to ignore— becomes more imminent the longer he stares at you.

And guilt overwhelms you, you didn't know why you were even joining this meeting with Alicent, you –infact– hated it, knowing that moments prior to this, you were fucking Aemond in the secret hallways of the keep.

And that his seed was currently dripping out of you.

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I have to preface this by saying, listen, I love Jacaerys as much as the next person but if you're gonna look me in my face and tell me I'm wrong about the fact that this man isn't nutting right away- especially his first time. I may die on this hill. He might not even need to go in; just the first time he's ever brushing against some thighs.

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Rebloging again because HOW DARE this not be blown up.

A Worthy Exchange | Peacekeeper! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: It has been you and your brother for a while now, what happens when you learn that he's been asking favors from the peacekeepers and in exchange of signing his name for the next Annual Reaping? What are you willing to do to keep him safe?

Warnings: +18, MDNI, dubcon, blackmail, power imbalance, smut, p in v, violence, mention of sex work, language, English is not my first language.

Word count: 5k

a/n: divider and proofreading credits to my bestie @arcielee

District Nine was tough, not as bad as Twelve, but still not as good as Three or Two. You felt like your bones had been replaced by steel as you dragged your feet back home everyday after work. You just wanted to get to your modest home and spend some hours with your brother before sleep took you as its hostage for the darkest hours.

It was only you and Joseph. Your parents had succumbed to sickness years ago, so ever since you were seventeen you have been the sole provider for your brother, who is now twelve years old. At the age of twenty four you never thought to be in a situation like this. As it was seen with many other girls that grew around you, they quickly got married after turning eighteen, it would take the responsibility out of their families back. But not you, you simply couldn't afford that. Who would care for your brother if you did? So each and everyday you dragged yourself to work. Praying that you could make just one coin more than the day before. Maybe one day you'd be able to give Joseph a real birthday cake.

Life isn't perfect, but it isn't as bad as it can be in further districts. You knew if you had one of your parents, the burden would be easier. There are good things about district nine, like how it is unbothered by the Capital mainly. It's almost like it didn't exist. The people did their job, survived with what they had, and the talks of rebellion were very rarely brought up. Never leaving the district at all. The peacekeepers made sure to burn it at its root.

Tonight was a busy night at work. Too many people are celebrating a good production season. That was good - the more people that came in, the more money you'd be able to make. Maybe you'd have enough to buy yourself a new shirt or dress, God knows how you'd like that.

The local band was playing one of their popular songs and everyone around seemed to be having a good time while you served the tables and attended to the orders at the bar. The grey cement walls of the bar were making the whole place humid and the yellow light from the lamps only helped with that. You could feel sweat on your forehead, as well as bead prickling at the back of your neck.

"Oi! Watch it," you said when a drunk man almost made you drop the tray of beer you were carrying. 'Sorry, darling' was what he replied as he and his friends left. Nothing unusual but nonetheless annoying.

You returned to the bar and your friend, Floris, was there already filling another tray.

"This place is packed with peacekeepers," she said over the voices near you both. "Looks like everyone is partying today."

"Oh, yeah. And I would like to know the reason," you reply.

"They're saying it was a good reaping week. More grains than what the sacks could take. Means more pay to many of them," she cleared. "And more money in our pockets if they are all to spend it here." She winked and left.

After that brief talk with Floris, the night was a blur. It was near two in the morning when you were able to clear the last table and close the heavy door behind you. It didn't matter how tired you were, you made more tips today than you had in the last month. You were definitely getting yourself new pieces of clothes and your brother a cake for the bakery down the road.

The streets were darker than what you'd get them most days; obviously you didn't stay this late at work most days, so you tried to walk home as fast as you could and control your rapid breathing to not attract any unwanted attention. All your effort that seemed to be for nothing when you took the last turn on your path.

How lucky could you be?

"The bar closed almost an hour ago," the tall man standing in front of you said. "There was a curfew for thirty minutes after it closed, did you not know?"

His voice was smooth as he said and looked at you as if he was studying you.

"I stayed behind to help clean up, sir,” you regarded the peacekeeper while you looked down at your feet.

"And the owner let you walk home alone at this time?"

"It's no issue, it's not far from home," you declared, trying to end the conversation.

"Well, you won't mind if I accompany you then."

With a deep shaky breath you nodded and the both of you walked silently. You had seen him before, he was moved here from District One. They said he was one of the best ones at that station and here he was, third in command. Tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and nose, he barely mingled with the other soldiers from District nine. He was always seen on his post or at the training yard. There were many rumours about him, especially about the eye-patch he wore over his left eye. Some said he fought a rebel, others that he took down another peacekeeper, others that it was during a robbery in the Capital. No one could know for sure.

"This is where I stay,” you said to him. He tilted his head towards you and looked you up and down.

"Hm," was his response. "You know why there was more money today, right?" He blatantly asked.

"Well, some say that it was a good production month," you said as you looked at him.

He chuckled and shook his head as one of his hands grasped at the fabric of your dress. "No, the Capital will anticipate the reaping for the Hunger Games this year," he said and suddenly you felt the floor around you turn. "They want to distract the people with what happened in all of the Districts."

You were not in the reaping age anymore, but your brother was only twelve. Children had been taken to the games before and never returned to their homes.

"I've heard that you have a brother, a younger brother,” his words ring in your ears as your chest tightens.

"He's just a boy," you say with tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Oh, I know. And I'm sure you would want to keep him safe," he took a step closer to you and brushed a stray curl behind your ear. "I want to help you with that. But I need you to do something for me," there was a haunting shadow to the grin that painted his lips, you just couldn't say what it was.

You looked up at him with your lower lip trembling, and pushed his hand away from your face. "I think it's best for me to get inside, sir."

You walk past him and sprint to get inside the safety of your home as fast as you can. Your heart is hammering against your chest and your cheeks are stained with tears as you sit on the ground. You knew what that was. He wasn't suggesting to save your brother out of the goodness of his heart, that was a silent threat. The possibility of your brother being reaped into the Games made your stomach turn and your insides burn. There was no way that you would ever allow that to happen to him.

"Someone left this here for you," your brother barged in as you prepared a meal for the both of you.

You looked at him and at the box he was carrying. "Where did you get that?" You asked as you walked closer to him.

"It was on our front door," he replied. "Open it, I want to see it."

But you weren't naive. After your parents passed away you went to really dark places to do what you could to provide for you and him. Places you had to crawl your way out of but had to resort to if there was no other option, and holding this fine material in your hands just reminded you exactly of what it was.

The box wasn't big or heavy, so you picked it up from his hands and quickly tore the tape that kept it closed. Of all the things you would've thought to be inside the box, a dress was the last thing. A green silk dress. This is more expensive than anything you could ever afford. Your brother's curiosity was quickly dissolved once he realised that it wasn't anything too interesting. 'Good, you have a boyfriend now,’ was all he said and left after laughing his head off.

There was a simple note under the dress "A.T." was all that was written.

Yet you refused, you would not go back there if you could avoid it. It has been months since the last time, so you were not willing to ruin the slight dignity that you've built back so easily. So you shoved the dress and the note back on the box and threw it back into your front door, in a place you were sure that if it rained, it wouldn't be kept dry.

Who did he think he was? Was this what he needed you to do for him? What an asshole.

The box stood outside your door for three days straight. You didn't hear from Aemond anymore and tried to move on with your life as if nothing had happened. Nothing regarding the Reaping came out so you assumed it was all a lie; it wouldn't be the first time a peacekeeper lied to get his way.

Joseph was outside playing with some of his friends and today was the day where you worked only the morning shift in the bar, so it has been a few hours since your return. Every once in a while you'd peak your head out the door to check on him and make sure he was still nearby. You hated when he left without telling you.

So when you did it this time, it took you a few seconds to believe your eyes, but you would recognize him anywhere. Especially when he was standing so close to your brother and talking to him. Without a second thought you dropped the dishes you were washing and went out the door.

"Joseph! Come inside now," you said with your heart rapidly beating against your rib cages.

"I'm comin-" he responded.

"I said now!" You voiced and he, begrudgingly, turned away from his friends and the adult in front of him.

He brushed past you and went straight to his small bedroom, since now you slept in the one who belonged to your parents.

All you could see was red once he was out of sight. You knew you should be careful and not act like that towards a peacekeeper, but it was your brother's safety that blinded you.

"Leave him alone,” you said once the both of you were left alone. Only a few curious eyes looking from far away.

"You didn't accept my present," he said with a stern face.

"I don't want your bribes! Leave us alone."

"No," he scoffed with an airy laugh, "I'm being nice and giving you an option of keeping your brother away from the reaping, pretty girl."

"We'll take our chances. But we don't need your help," you declare, trying to control your shallow breathing.

"You should keep an eye on him then. While you work yourself to death, he is out there asking for stuff. His name is written there six times already," he touches a loose curl of your hair.

"What are you talking about? We don't ask for anything." Your voice sounds weaker than you wanted it to.

"Wrong, you don't ask for anything but he's just a boy," he repeats your words from your first encounter.

"I don't believe you," you argue as you look down at your feet.

"I wouldn't either. But if I were you, I'd take my present and wear it tonight by the fair’s block."

That's all he says before leaving. It feels like the world is trembling beneath your feet. You can't see anything straight, your hands are sweating, the back of your throat is hurting and all you can think of is your brother being reaped. How truthful were Aemond's words?

You pushed the doors open with more strength than necessary as you barged into his bedroom.

"You've been asking for food from the peacekeepers?" You ask him as he lays on his bed, looking confused, "ANSWER ME!"

You looked like a mad woman, screaming and with tears running down your face as you held his arms.

"Joseph, have you been asking favours from them?"

"IT WAS JUST A COUPLE OF TIMES," he admits with a breaking voice, crying.

"Have you read what you were signing your name into?" You inquire as your world finally collapses.

"It's nothing to worry about! I'm sure there's people who did it more than me," he justifies.

"No, that's not how it fucking works. You should have come to me not to them," you point out in desperation.

"Why? So you'd go to Mister Hoskings again?" His voice cut through you like a knife. "Yes, I know. You always do that when it's a bad season at the bar. I did it because I didn't want you doing that again."

Marcus Hoskings was the owner of the bakery down the road. It has been a recurrence to knock on his door when things got tough. A lonely man that was willing to give what you needed for a price. The first time was a few weeks after your parents died, you kept coming back after that. And to this day you'd meet the worn out wood of his backdoor when you ran out of alternatives.

You sat beside your brother and cried. Your shoulders shaking as the weight of his words crushed you. You always thought you protected him from that side of you, but you've failed at that too.

"I just wanted to help you," he says as he rests his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms around you.

"I can't let them take you from me, Joey," you cry harder as you hold him tight as if he'd disappear if you let him go.

"I'm gonna be alright. It's been a bad couple of months for everyone. I'm not the only one there," he says.

"You foolish boy," you kiss the crown of his head. "I'll have to go out tonight, will you be ok without me?"

"Are you-" He begins but you cut him off.

"No, I'm not going there." You turn to him and cradle his face, "I'm going to get us out of this mess."

The dress makes your skin burn, it's an itching feeling that has been present since you slipped it on. You hate how it makes you feel, all you want is to be back on your comfortable worn dress and be completely clueless to the existence of this one you're wearing. Even with your skin covered, you felt so exposed.

You can't hear no one near where you stood, the shops closed long ago and your only company was the stray dog who slept soundly under a doorstep. You spent minutes trying to hear anything that would accuse his presence and prayed to anyone that he wouldn't be here, all in vain.

"I see you're not as dumb as your brother,” he says as he steps out of the dark corner he was hiding in.

"Can we skip the small talk and get this over with?" You say, impatient, to which he laughs.

"I guess you're forgetting yourself, you're not the one setting the rules here, pretty girl," he declares.

He turns away from you and starts walking in the opposite direction, you follow him trying to make yourself as invisible as you can. You never realised how long this alley actually was, today since none of you actually actually felt like talking, you paid attention to it. When you stop you see him push the door of the only inn that your district had. He doesn't say anything to the person at the front desk, so you assume that he already made the arrangements. Well, at least he didn't bring you back to the Compound to have you inside of a barrack.

Room seven is the one he stands in front of. His broad shoulders facing you as he fiddles with the keys to open the stained grey door. The click of the lock makes you realise that now you wouldn't be able to do anything, even if you wanted to. It would only be your word against the word of a well recommended peacekeeper.

The room doesn't offer much except a bed that seemed more comfortable than yours could be, some fresh fruits, some sweet bread, water and a bottle of wine. This definitely wasn't cheap. The bed covers matched the colour of the walls, some shade of grey that seemed to surround you everywhere you went. You were beginning to detest the colour.

"The dress looks good on you,” he says as he unscrewed the bottle of wine and served the both of you.

"Thank you," you say, not knowing if you're thanking him for the compliment or the glass he handed you. "Is it true what you said about my brother?"

"Why would I lie?" He asks as he takes a sip of his drink.

"People lie for many reasons," you shrug as you turn away from him. "I wouldn't be surprised if you did too."

"No, I speak the truth. Your brother did come to my post more than once," he confirms.

You simply nod your head taking his words in, even if your brother had confessed them before.

"Are you really able to make sure his name isn't picked?" You look at him again, now eyeing him and you notice he removed the eye-patch he always wore.

"I can make sure his name isn't there as many times as he signed, but at least once his name has to go in the bowl." He states as he comes closer to you.

You don't say anything after that, there's nothing more for you to say. If this is what it takes to give your brother a higher chance of staying home, then so be it. You downed the rest of the drink left in your cup and the bitter taste washes through your mouth and you momentarily regret doing that.

As you put your hand down he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, and you notice how big his hands were in comparison to yours. He towered over you as he watched your reaction to his touch.

"I've watched you on the bar for many nights," he confesses as he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. "I can make sure you have an easier life, you know?"

"I don't want to give it all up to be your whore," you voice as you take in his scent, a tinge of a woodend perfume and aftershave.

His white t-shirt shaped his body in a way that left little to your imagination. His free hand cradled the back of your neck making you look up at him. His right eye made contact with yours, and you looked up at his bareface, seeing the extent of his scar and the prosthetic eye that replaced his left one. The scar ran from forehead to cheek.

"You'd be my girl, and all you'd have to do is give me a name if anyone gives you trouble."

"And when you get shipped somewhere else?" A mirthless grin paints your lips. "No one will want to give me a job, my brother will be picked on at school, I'll be cast out for being publicly involved with peacekeepers."

His lips met yours after a few moments of silence. He wouldn't be able to argue with what you said. So he allowed his lips to meet yours, and as they touched his hands met the soft flesh of your hips. His grip was strong as he squeezed your hips pulling you flush against his strong front. His left hand roamed to the back of your neck as his lips trail down to your exposed neck, and his right hand caressing the side of your body. The way he gripped your breast makes the dress rise up even higher, and one of his legs shifts in the middle of yours.

Blindly, he guides the both of you towards the bed on the corner and when your legs meet the soft duvet; your hands are meeting the end of his shirt and you pull it up until he finishes taking it off. He lays you on the bed as his lips return to yours, stealing your chance to breathe for a few seconds before he starts removing his trousers. You follow suit and soon the delicate green dress is touching the floor too. There was only one piece of clothing on both your bodies now, you didn't bother putting on a bra since you wouldn't be using it for long.

His hands on your skin felt feverish, too hot and it made your palms sweaty. He left kisses on the soft skin of your abdomen as he squeezed the flesh that comfortably rested there, your thighs soon became victims of his attack as his hands marked them up. In a quick second he spread your legs apart and his lips now met the insides of your thighs, his breath fanning heavily against your clothed core.

He didn't take long on it though, he really seemed desperate and the way he looked and touched you was making you feel hot all over. You could feel heat pooling in your underwear and your heart beating faster. He was feasting on your dark, pebbled nipples now, acting like he'd never had anything like this before.

"I really wish I could eat your cunt now, but I don't think I'll be able to do anything other than fucking you at this moment," he whispered in your ear as his teeth grazed on your skin.

He settled himself between your open legs and soon, you could feel the tip of his cock touching your clothed clit. That resulted in a moan escaping your lips without you even realising. That didn't seem to please him though, if the grunt in your ear could indicate anything. His hands quickly travelled to your mound and he tugged at the fabric of your panties until they ripped, earning a gasp from you.

"I'll get you more of those," He said as if he knew you'd mention it.

He held his length and pressed the tip of his cock against your slit, that soon was welcoming him into your spongy walls. The dog tag he always wore was dangling above your face as he began to slowly move.

"Oh fuck," you breathed as he stretched you out. Holy fuck he was thick. “Aemond, fuck, you're so big.”

His lips were once more attacking your neck but this time you were sure there would be marks on your skin. When he was completely buried inside your walls, he started moving. His hips moved slowly, as if he was giving time to get used to the feeling of him. The hairs on his pubic bone brushed against your clit increasing the pressure you were beginning to feel in your lower stomach.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before his hips were snapping against yours. You slick was wetting his balls and the sounds that echoed against the lifeless walls were anything but holy. You short nails were marking the freckled skin of his back as he fucked you into the mattress. Your moans didn't belong to you anymore as they left your lips on their own will, his cock touching a spot you didn't know you had before.

Your body was all sweaty and it didn't take much for you to understand that the whole room smelled like sex now. His eye was fixed to where both of your bodies joined in a forbidden dance.

"Fuck you feel so good around my cock, pretty girl,” he rasped.

His hair that was always tied behind his back and under his hat, now was forming a silver veil around your face as he kept rutting into your pussy to his likeness. His lips returned to your tits as soon as he heard how you kept moaning under him. It seemed like he wanted to keep you as stimulated as he could.

"Aemond, please, harder," you said as you kept on clawing against his pale skin.

The air around you quickly shifted once his ministrations against your body took a pause, and it took you a second for you to realise that he had you on your hands and knees now. You quickly leaned down and supported yourself on your elbows as he slid his cock inside your swollen cunt again. His hands now were grasping at your skin as his skin met yours.

It caught you off guard when his hand met the skin of your ass with a stronger slap, and then moved to tangle itself in your hair as he pulled you up against his chest, making his cock go even deeper inside you.

"Holy fuck, you're so deep," your voice fails you as he keeps pounding against your body.

One of his hands now is holding your neck to keep you in position as his hips keep moving against your backside. In your dazed state of mind you noticed that he did have a habit of grunting when he did it as his cock throbbed inside your walls.

"Don't cum in me," you warned him.

There is no way you're going to risk a pregnancy like that. Suddenly he pushed you against the bed again as his erratic thrusts moved against your body, your own peak came after that. Your legs were shaking as he moved twice more before he took himself out of you and came on your ass and lower back.

Your body fell on the bed and he did the same on your side. Your breathing was uneven as you tried to let the thought of what happened finally sink in.

"For your troubles, AT"

Was what was written on the small note on top of the basket left in front of your porch. You were leaving a little early to go to work when you spotted it.

Carrying it inside quickly you could see that it had vegetables, fruits, bread, milk and even chocolate. You would never be able to afford that on your own, but that wasn't what piqued your attention. There was also a small vial with a pearly white liquid, the contraceptive.

You stored the food before your brother could get home with questions you didn't want to answer, and underneath everything there was a sheet. You could see the Capital stamp on it, it was the requirement sheet that the peacekeepers offered to whoever wanted to get something from them in exchange, Joseph's name and date of birth was written there. Six times. The fact that he sent this meant that now only the single mandatory submission was to be in the bowl on the reaping.

You burned the page to make sure it would never get out of your house again and quickly left for work.

You could feel his eye on you as you served the tables. It wasn't as busy as the other night, but it was enough to keep you moving. Floris didn't come in today; her daughter was too sick to be alone, so she had to stay home. You were attending the whole salon alone and also the bar.

"What I'd give to see you flushed like that under me, darling," one of the drunk men said.

"Fuck off," you responded and turned away from his table after finishing serving them.

It was too late when you felt the contact of his dirty hand on your ass as he cursed you out. The tray fell from your hand as you turned to him, but before you could do anything, you saw a flash of silver hair as he stood above the man.

His fist hit the man's face repeatedly and the men around jumped on the other peacekeepers. Everything happened so fast that you could barely register what had led to this, all you could see was the blood beginning to stain his blue uniform.

"Get off him," you grabbed his shoulder. "It's enough, I am alright."

At that he grabbed the man's shirt, pulling his limp body up. "You keep your hands off of her,” came out in nothing but a hateful hiss.

He dropped the man on the floor and grabbed your wrist pulling you along with him as he left the bar, as everyone's eyes followed the two of you. You could see that he was mad and honestly you didn't know why, it wasn't the first time that a drunk idiot got too handsy.

"I should go back there and finish him off," he said as he ran a hand on his face.

"Why? To kill someone just because they're drunk?" You asked.

In a snap his hands are holding both sides of your face as his eye trained to you.

"For touching what's mine," he declared and for a moment, you get scared of him, "but that will teach everyone a lesson here. No one touches you but me."

"Are you insane, Aemond? I thought it was over. You got what you wanted and I did too."

"Oh pretty girl, did you really think that I'd leave you alone after I just got a piece of you?"

His smile was sinister and you really didn't like it.

You thought that it was over. You got your brother out and that's all you wanted.

"No, you and I are going to have some real fun together for a while. Or else, I could always make your life really difficult here." He pecked your lips as the words left his mouth.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

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SEBASTIAN STAN FRESH (2022) ONCE UPON A TIME

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Okay, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, I have never clicked a link so fast in my life. PEACE KEEPER AEMOND- You're a genius.