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Request Aemond Targaryen x chubby reader
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x chubby female reader
Abstract : Just Aemond being smitten by his futur wife
Disclaimer: this is the first time I write for Aemond so he can be a litle out of character. ( I’m watching House of the dragon again, so if I write for Aemond again, I’d probably write more easily) and English is not my mother tongue.
Aemond had always lived in the shadow, the shadow of the Tragaryen family and the shadow of his brother who would ascend the throne. He liked to think that it would satisfy him throughout his life. Although he found that Aegon would not make a good king, he would never be even if he forced himself.
Aemond always felt the most Targaryen, having had to fight harder than Aegon to whom everything was already due. He rode Vhaegar the greatest dragon living in Westeros, learned High Valyrian and so many other things.
He did not think that something could be missing, something so simple and complex at the same time. Once he became an adult, he understood it.
As the state of health of Viserys deteriorated and succession approached, the weight of alliances was to be tested, alliances led by force were not the most enduring, but those of more solemn unions lasted longer.
Missives had been sent to the noble and less noble houses furthest from the capital, those which had through the houses more important view imposed the choice of Rhaenyra as their queen. In his messages, he talked about marriage, whether it was with Aemond or one of the children of Aegon if the descendants of the houses were too young for a marriage. They would stop at nothing to secure Aegon’s ascension to the throne.
Several messengers had come to express the disagreements of the families they served. Other families, the less noble and most inclined to alliances had made the way.
For several months, young and old women, different from each other, were presented. Alicent ordered Aemond to be courteous with them, to be the most pleasant. Thing on the other side, the same instructions don’t last to be asked. One of the first lady was so intimidated by the prince that she dared not look at him, another much older than him had already married, and told him about her own first marriage rather than trying to get to know the prince.
The days were passing, the number of ladys was getting smaller and smaller, Aemond was tired of all this masquerade. The last one on the list, it was an update of the lover who was shaken by the very moment when they were alone, jumping around his neck, he had to fight to take her down and order a knight to take her out.
The same evening, a small carriage, simple, arrived in the courtyard of the castle, a small coat of arms Y/h/c was painted there. The members of the Y/h/n family, not wanting to disturb the royal family at such a late hour, asked to be taken to their quarters and only to warn them to arrive.
At the same time the Targaryens, took the meal in «family» so to speak, Viserys rested time although badly in his room, Aegon was drunk, Haelan in his own thoughts. Alicent worried about the future of his children, Otto spoke to a servant who had arrived a few minutes before. To finish Aemond, turned to the slightest suspicious noise, the image of the hysterical young woman came back to him and a chill crossed his back.
It was not until the next day that Aemond was freed from this fear. When he met Lady Y/n Y/h/n.
Their first encounters were framed by their respective mothers. The young woman’s mother was one of Alicent’s lady in waiting when she was pregnant with Aegon. Aemond posting back, looking with her purple eye Y/n, how, she remained silent watching their mothers talk. A sweet smile on his lips, he surprised himself to look away when she looked at him, his heart pulsating.
Y/n approached Aemond, neither too quickly nor too slowly or fearing to be in his presence, she was natural.
“It seems to me we haven’t introduced ourselves yet.” Y/n spoke in a soft voice, like when one person was talking to another scared.
Aemond looked at her from the corner of his eye, it was rare that anyone spoke to him in this way, his own mother had not used her tone of voice for as long as he remembered.
«I am Y/n of the house Y/h/n» She nodded slightly.
“Aemond…”
“I hope this day goes well.”
Aemond was astonished that the round young woman was gentle with him, looking at him even in «the eyes» and did not seem to be disturbed by the vision of his scar.
They sat in one of the corners of the room, chatting, Y/n asked him what he liked, what he thought of castle life, she was interested in him, and every question he answered Aemond asked Y/n the same question, or one that looked like it. He enjoyed learning about the young woman’s life.
The day passed quickly, too quickly for them. Aemond offered to escort Y/n, something in him didn’t want them to leave so quickly. He wondered when the door to Y/n’s room closed before him, what happened to him.
The more time passed, the more he found himself dreaming of the young woman, of wanting to be at her side. Every morning, he found her in the gardens, greeting her, at the time of the meals their mothers had made them sit next to each other. Aegon was happy to make fun of his brother, of how he behaved in the presence of Y/n. Aemond tried to remain calm in front of his brother, but Aegon’s taunting towards the weight of the young woman boiled Aemond’s blood. Aegon did not spank him with the intention of hurting the young woman, from the little he had seen her and talked with her, he had learned that royalty did not interest her, that she had come, because it was an opportunity for their mothers to see each other again. If he was teasing Y/n, it was to annoy Aemond.
More than once Aemond had found himself clenched fists, watching Aegon with his one eye. If they weren’t brothers, Aemond wouldn’t have been so held up.
It took only a month for their future marriage to be announced, ensuring a covenant that Alicent welcomed with open arms. For the house Y/h/n although native of Westeros it was established far from the continent since the conquest of Aegon the conqueror, having their own fleet of ship, marching and war, their own army. Relations between Westeros and this family remained courteous through their exchange of goods. But if a war were declared nothing would have prevented the whim of a future queen or king to want to conquer their lands. Now with the future marriage of Aemond and Y/n, this uncertain future became clearer.
Everyone liked to say that of the two future spouses, the most nervous was Aemond.
He had never felt such emotions in the presence of anyone. The only cloud on the horizon was not due to Y/n, but to himself.
Several months had passed, their bonds were forged from the hardest of metals.
Aemond was on Vhagar’s back that night, trying as much as he could to persuade him not to think about it. But Y/n had never seen a dragon since arrived, Aemond had asked Y/n to wait for him near the area where Vhagar was resting.
He came out of this trance when he felt Vhagar preparing to land. When he looked towards the ground, he saw Y/n with a guard, they were waiting in the background, the young chubby women, looking towards the sky. If he could be by his side at that time, he would see his eyes peeled and gleaming with the dragon’s vision.
At the moment when Aemond landed on the ground and saw Y/n a weight on his shoulders gone. Vhagar looked at his dragon boat, before observing the young woman. She uttered a dull roar, as if she had understood why Aemond was so nervous.
The guard left for the Red Keep, the moment he saw the two future spouses going off arguing among themselves, not paying any attention to him. Or even ordering him anything.
Y/n had placed his arm around Aemond’s, resting his head on his shoulder, they walked in silence, observing the starry sky. Aemond sighed, stopping their steps.
“Y/n… I didn’t tell you everything about myself”
“It’s nothing, we all have our little secrets.” Y/n was trying to comfort the young prince.
“Mine is not the size of a dragon.”
Y/n was intrigued, she calmly waited for Aemond to find his words. She put her free hand on Aemond’s chest, smiling gently.
He did not understand how Y/n, the sweet and busty lady, could accept to marry him. How she could make him feel both strong and weak, weak in the face of this fear that she would reject him for his missing eye.
“When I first rode Vhagar… that night I lost my eye.”
“Your mother is vaguely alluding.” Y/n’s voice was just a whisper.
“I fought with my nephews, after the insults…I had my eye punctured during our fight.” Aemond put his hand on his eye patch. “Since…I….”
Y/n put his hands on Aemond’s.
“You don’t have to do Aemond, you’ll do it when you’re sure.”
“I’d feel better if you knew everything.”
He removed his eye cover, revealing the stone placed on the spot of his missing eye, he closed his valid eye. Waiting for the reaction of Y/n, hoping that she would not react like the other young women of the court, although in his heart he knew that she was different in many ways.
Y/n observed the Sapphire, bursts of light passed through it and bounced, she could see the faint reflection of the stars. She stepped back, observing the face of Aemond, how his lips were pinched, how the smile he wore beside him was faded. She placed her hand on Aemond’s left cheek, caressing the contour of her scar with her thumb.
“You are so beautyfull.” His voice was just a whisper.
Aemond thought he had imagined, but when he felt Y/n’s lips resting on his cheek he opened his eye, looking at her surprised, stunned.
“It only increases my love for you.”
"Do you love me?" Aemond was surprised.
“Of course, idiot, I would never have agreed to join you if I didn’t.” She laughs, not to make fun of him, but of this situation.
Aemond stared at her, feeling light for the first time in his life. He smiled and kissed her. It was not a gentle, light kiss that anyone would imagine. But a kiss filled with frustration, envy and love, when their lips are connected, their teeth didn’t hit each other hard enough to hurt them.
If Aemond was sure of anything in his life, it is that he would do anything for her, if he should take the throne in her brother’s place he would make her his queen. Nothing and no one could separate them.
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could you write something with dom!aegon idk why i get the feeling that he’d be downright mean when he’s jealous 😵💫
Authors Note: Of course I can! I definitely see what you mean so I made him mean especially for you 😉 (also just realised this is my first Aegon request 😅)
Summary: Aegon doesn’t like it when you talk to his brother
Warnings: jealousy, spanking, dirty talk, P in v sex, orgasm denial, ass play if you squint, breeding kink (if I miss any let me know)
Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii,
The ball has been the hands idea of uniting whatever support they had. A joyful occasion he had claimed. Yet when everyone turned up and the music tuned for people to dance to, no one did. It turned into a political evening where men would show there wives off and drink till there hearts content.
Your own husband was more leaning towards the second part. He’d left you early in the evening when a tray of a dornish red passed him and he chased after it eagerly like a wolf in the north would chase its prey, and as annoyed as you should be by his departure you cannot help but find it strangely endearing.
“I’m surprised my brother has left you alone, given his habits.” A voice breaks you from your thoughts, and when you turn around you are greeted by the face of Aemond.
“A certain Dornish Red took his priorities. Is Helaena not with you?”
“The noise and chatter, aswell as the stress of the babe became too much for her, so she’s gone to enjoy the company of the twins.” A rare small smile makes its way on Aemonds face at the mention of his dear wife and the children. It’s adorable to see the usual stoic and emotionless Aemond find such utter joy in the small family he has made for himself.
“Ahh. Give her my best when you see her next please dear brother.” You yourself cannot help but smile too. Helaena always seemed to have that effect on people. Making them adore her with no real intention.
Aemond and yourself talk like this for a while, with the only interruption being the refill of each others cups. You make sure to inquire on how Helaena’s doing as of late. The babe it seems is making her latest pregnancy more challenging than her time with the twins. Aemond reassures you though he is making her rest, as much as she protests to both his and your amusement.
Eventually though, the night begins to turn dark, and Aemonds eye seems to drift to something behind your figure.
“It appears my brother is done with that Dornish red…” He trails with a smirk. Your head turns with a smile, expecting to find Aegon with a kind smile. Only instead, Aegons face is practically thundering. His eyebrows are furrowed with a matching glare, but it’s not aimed at you. It’s aimed at Aemond.
The music that once loudly played throughout the hall, aswell as the overwhelming murmur of politics goes silent as Aegons eyes meet yours. He begins to make to make his way over to you both from the other side of the hall, and you can practically hear the thundering footsteps echo in your mind.
His eyes which whilst he walked were on you, now look to his brother with a thunderous look in them.
“Hello Aemond. You seem to be enjoying my wife’s attention an awful lot.”
“Yes brother. Me and her were just discussing how Helaena has been recently. You do remember her yes? My own wife?” Aemonds tone is one of a condescending nature. It almost makes you laugh. Yet only a hint of a smile appears. Both you and Aemond are well aware of Aegons possessive side. Sometimes the two of you would joke on how Aegon would sometimes wish to lock you in a tower and only he would have the key. Not that he’d ever dare do that of course.
Aegon eyes flicker to your lips as you quirk them, and with the rage you can slowly see festering in his eyes you know Aegon will most likely not forget it any time soon.
“It appears I have grown too much into my cups,” Aegon begins to say. His hand, which once clutched heavily on his goblet, now interlaces your fingers together tightly. “My wife I believe needs to fulfil her duties and escort me to our chambers.”
The look Aegon gives you, as well as the current grip that he holds, leaves no room for debate. He practically drags you by your arm from Aemond, with the latter laughing slightly whilst his brother does this.
When you arrive at your marriage chambers, one of the Cargyll twins is guarding the entrance, and turns to the both of you when he hears the thundering footsteps belonging to your husband.
“No one is to disturb us tonight Cargyll. No one to enter me and my wife’s chambers under any circumstance.” It’s not a suggestion, nor an ask. It’s a command with no room for disagreement. The guard nods his head with a murmured agreement, and steps aside to let you two in.
When you do both enter though, Aegon practically throws you in the direction of your shared bed. The thunderous look, whilst softened in your presence, still holds the same look of anger. “Get on the bed wife” He demands. While his eyes are soft, the tone he uses and the way his pants seem to tighten are not soft in anyway.
You follow his instructions obediently, sitting on the bed looking at him. He makes his way towards you, now towering over you while his fingers pinch your chin and lift your head to look him in the eyes.
“You weren’t acting very much like my wife at the ball today. You were acting like his wife…” By the way he hisses the word you know he’s talking about Aemond. Aegons always felt inferior to Aemond, and the sight of him making his wife laugh and be happy must’ve pushed him over the edge.
“I think I should punish you” he muses. His grip almost seems to tighten when he’s in thought. Though the mixture of the faint pain the grip gives and the atmosphere of the room makes a small whimper echo in the chamber.
Aegon focuses his gaze back to you at the sound. His mouth curving to a dark smile. “Flip you dress, hand me your smallclothes and bend over the fucking bed.” Again, there is no sympathy. Only a fake kindness and a dark intention.
When you take of your smallclothes, they’re already damp with how wet you are. Now they’re off, you can only run your thighs together to stop the slick from pooling on the part of the bed you lay on.
It’s only worse when you turn around to watch Aegon, and find him slightly sniffing your smallclothes before placing them in a pants pocket. “I think ten is a good number. Ten spanks for laughing and flirting with my brother?”
“I wasn’t flirting with him!” You snarl. A sudden burst of confidence hit you. It goes away though as quickly as it came though, as a sudden harsh slap is directed to your ass cheek.
“That one was for talking back to your husband. These ones I want you to count. If you can’t, we’ll start again.”
The first slap comes down hard and fast. You barely manage to utter the first number before his hand comes down on you again. He does this a few more times, giving various pauses both for you to moan a number and for him to get the element of surprise.
“What number are we on now little whore?” Your head feels like it’s working. So much so you’re barely able to utter the number. “Say it louder for me princess. Be a good wife for me…”
“It’s seven husband…” You whimper.
He praises you before making quick work of getting the slaps over and done with. Each time you whimper the remaining words louder with a whine. “Well don’t I have such a little whore for a wife…” His hand caresses the deep red skin that’s taken the slight shape of his hand, and laughs when you slightly edge away from him. “Oh no dear wife you stay right there. Besides…” The same hand travels from your ass to your soaking cunt. There’s no barrier between you two, so when his fingers swipe at your soaking cunt you cannot help but moan in denied pleasure. “It appears you fucking loved it either way…”
When you turn around, you practically feel yourself salivating at the sight of your husband slurping at the wetness he picked up with his fingertips. It only gets worse when you turn back around, and hear the sound of Aegon undoing his belt and the rustling of his clothes. You can’t help yourself from turning around again, and feel a whole new patch of wetness forming at the sight of his nude form. The stretch marks from his recent weight increase aswell as the marks and scars he received from battle were nothing but glorious to admire.
“I thought I told you to turn around?” He teasingly asks, slighting pinching the red skin he’d slapped raw earlier. You whimper slightly, but it’s quickly replaced with a sharp moan when you feel Aegon slide into you harshly, with no regards for your comfort.
He lifts your ass, so now he’s positioned you so it’s in the air while your upper half is slumped on to it bed. When he begins to thrust quicker and harsher, you can already feel your knees buckle under the weight and fierceness. Yet you can’t, as his hands grip your thighs tightly.
You don’t even realise your practically screaming his name at this point. It comes out in small bursts whenever his cock seems to magically brush against that spot inside you yourself can never reach.
That coil that’s been tightening ever since Aegon first spanked you is almost at its limit. Your almost there, about to feel utter euphoria… before the complete full feeling of Aegons cock is taken away and the coil inside you is quickly loosened.
Your head feels a strange sort of funny, and is unable to process what has exactly happened. Yet when you turn around to look accusingly at Aegon, his dark eyes are already tuned to looking at your unkempt and body.
“You will take what I give you wife.” Is all he says before he is back at it again, heavily thrusting inside you with no mercy. His hand reaches out and takes ahold of your bare throat, squeezing slightly so whilst you can still breath, there’s still some breathlessness.
“Do you think my worthless brother could make you feel as good as this?”he hisses. You can already feel your peak coming once more with the lack of breath Aegon provides you with. However, once again when you feel yourself about to reach a wondrous high, Aegon all of a sudden pulls himself out and smiles.
“Please husband! Don’t be so cruel!” You whine. Your cunt now feels sore, yet it still aches for more. When Aegon lightly hits you right on your pearl, you can feel yourself subconsciously clench on nothing and moan lightly in the sheets.
“As I said before wife… you take what I give you. Though maybe I have been cruel…” His tone is misleading. You have been married to Aegon long enough to know what that sounds like. Yet your mind cannot seem to pick up on that, only thinking of a possible peak you may or may not receive.
While you head is slowly surrounded by a faint cloudiness, you can feel Aegon slowly insert himself into you and pick up to a rigorous pace. You can’t even hear you see moaning and whining anymore from the buzz that only seems to grow more prominent.
What brings you back though, is the slight intrusion you feel on you puckered hole. You can’t even turn your head to ask Aegon what he is doing due to his hand still holding a firm grip on your neck. You can only find it within yourself to mumble some illegible words as your peak soon comes for the third time that evening. You do fear Aegon will deny you once more, but it seems your peaks arrival only seems to entice Aegon to be faster, to be harder in his movements. His weight is already practically holding you down, making it so only your wrists and head can really move.
It feels worth it, when the feeling of utter euphoria hits you. You clench harshly on Aegons cock, faintly feeling the wet patch that’s formed on the bed. Only it’s not over, Aegon is still pounding inside of you holding onto you firmly.
“A-Aegon w-what…” You mumble within a moan as the coil which only just unraveled is already tightening once more.
“You claimed I was being cruel?” His voice held innocence, yet even with your head clouded with an impending peak, you could tell his bullshit a mile away. Though the more he speaks the more the once innocent tone darkens to a more possessive one. “Now… I’m going to give you my cum. You’ll take it like the good and obedient wife of mine I know you can be, and who knows… maybe if I fuck a child into your tight cunt, they’ll know exactly whose wife you are…”
With the combined sound of his voice, the nudges Aegons cock is providing to your special spot, and Aegons single finger teasing and dipping slightly into your puckered hole, you’re not surprised at how quickly you are able to finish once more. You could feel your own juices flow out of you and drip down your legs. Your strength is long gone, so now the only thing that holds you up is Aegons thick arms.
Within the spasming of your cunt, you can hear Aegons loud groans echo in the room, indicating he’s close to his own release. His mumbles soon turn to rambles, which soon turn to near shouts. “You’ll take my cum, without spilling a drop, because you’re a good wife. I’ll breed you so all of this realm knows your mine by the seed that grows deep in your belly… yeah they’ll all see…” All near the same as his eyebrows furrow in a strangely beautiful way.
You moan slightly as you feel your inner walls get painted with Aegon cum. Though you quickly whimper in slight pain as the previous actions catch up to you.
Aegon grabs one of the many pillows that uselessly lie in your chambers and uses it to prop your lower half upwards slightly. When you turn to him with a lazy raised brow, he can only respond with, “Maester said it increased chance of you being pregnant. No idea how.” While he makes sure to find a comfortable position for you to sleep in, insisting on your lower half being up still to your annoyance. “It’s for the baby!” He just kept insisting.
It’s almost annoying when Aegon finds you a good position, and the exhaustion from the previous activities hits you quicker than you’d expect. It’s a wonderful moment, listening to the sound of your husbands heartbeat, and relishing in that Targaryen heat they all seem to possess.
You even find yourself lazily tracing a hand on your stomach, imaging it swelling in a few months, and making Aegon a father. That night while you slept, you had dreams of a little girl playing and giggling with Aegon, while she called him her kepa. You’d already decided on a name for her. Her name was to be Aelora. Aelora Targaryen, first of her name.
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Mean! Aemond x Chubby! Wife (Ilirigho)
Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut, NSFW, +18
Author's note: A few months ago i asked @tinfairies if I could write about them and I finally wrote it, hope you like it!
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The last few weeks had been stressful for Aemond and his wife, as he was crowned and named Prince Regent, upon Aegon's accident. After the dead of Aegon's children, the Council pressured Aemond and his wife to have a heir and his wife was cruelly criticized by the ladies of the Court for not conceiving, yet.
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Y/N woke up and her husband was gone. Since he had taken the crown as Prince Regent, he never woke beside her as he used to. She trully missed how the sunlight shined on his hair and his eye and safire when she would see him wake.
A maid knocked on the door and walked into her chambers to help her get ready for the day. She spend her days reading in the library waiting for the night, when her husband would come to her. But today, she felt different, she wasn't as hungry as she used to be and on the afternoon, she fainted, being carried away just in time by her maid and a Kingsguard. It was night already and she woke up in bed, the Maester was smiling at her and she felt a bit confused.
-Princess, I have positive news, you're with child, shall I inform the news to the Prince Regent?
-No, no. I want to be the one to tell him. She felt glad, Aemond and her had been trying for so long and even thought it was scary to bring a child in times of war, it was also hope for the future.
She stood up with help from her maid and walked to the Small Council to look for Aemond.
She knocked softly and opened the door. Even with a frown on his forehead, Aemond looked beautiful in the candlelight. It always made her a bit unsure, she never told him, but she was familiar with the talk of the Court ladies, that criticize her for her plump bossom, her belly and wide hips, going as far as to say thay she wouldn't conceive because Aemond wouldn't touch her, which was far from the truth.
-Valzȳrys, can you come to bed? There's something I want to tell you. She said sweetly.
-Can you see I'm occupied? His tone was cold and he wouldn't look at her. Truly, he was mad at his grandsire Otto and Ser Criston as they opposed him at every turn.
-I just thought for today...
-Can you not wait? Don't I perform my husbandly duty every night?
Duty? She thought, the word hurt her more than she thought it would. Was duty all she was for Aemond?
-If you wished to be taken so badly, you might aswell try the Streets of Silk, althought, I doubt they would take you there. His voice was cold and his eye on the papers, he wouldn't look at her.
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All Aemond heard were the soft steps of her wife leaving the Small Council and the door closing, before a hearing a gasp that appalled him.
His wife had fainted and was on the arms of her Kingsguard. He looked at him with daggers in his eye and inmediately took his place to carry his wife to his chambers, as he ordered the maid to seek the Maester.
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He ordered everyone else to leave their chambers and not disturb them until the Maester arrived. He layed his wife on the bed softly and caressed her soft cheeks, he wanted so badly to stare into her warm brown-eye gaze, but unknowillingly, she was denying him. A knock on the door sounded and the Maester walked into their chamber, he bowed at Aemond.
-Speak! What's the matter? Why did she faint?
-Your grace, she's pregnant. The princess wanted to inform you herself...
Everything else the Maester said became a buzzing sound on Aemond's ears. He felt sick to his stomach, his wife would give him a heir and he hadn't even looked at her when she came to look for him.
-Leave us. His voice low, but cold and domineering.
He layed next to her and caressed her lovely cheekbones and her soft bossom and belly. He loved her, he didn't tell her much, but he loved her, she was absolutely precious to him and everything he did and would do was for her, to protect her. For all he cared, the whole Realm could burn to the ground as long as she was safe.
She woke up and much to her surprise, Aemond was laying next to her, his eyes closed, sleep had taken him. She wanted to touch his scar and caress his cheekbone, but she stopped herself. Duty, she thought, perhaps, for Aemond, all she meant was duty? She started to tear up, she loved him to her core, but did he not feel the same?
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A knock on the door woke Aemond up as he was called to resume his duties for the day, as he did, he ordered everyone in the Keep to attend to his wife's every request and announced to the Council that he would have a heir.
When Y/N woke up again, Aemond was gone. But the sadness from the night before, still with her. She started to cry again, of course Aemond wouldn't love her, she was just his duty, a duty and nothing more, she thought.
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Earlier than she expected, Aemond came into their chambers, he layed next to her and she pretended to be asleep, as it hurt to see him.
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As the week passed, Aemond missed the solace of his wife and the warmness and love of her brown-eyed gaze. She would barely touch him, barely speak to him and pretended to be asleep when she wasn't. He knew his character hadn't been the best, but she always forgave him and her tenderness for him remained. Not this time. Her maid also informed him that she wouldn't eat as much, wouldn't talk as much, wouldn't smile as much and prefered to be left alone or in bed all day.
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Aemond walked into their chambers and layed behind her, caressing her soft belly and her swelling bossom, needing the touch of his wife.
-Valzȳrys, you don't have to do this, you've already done your duty... I'm with child. Her tone had her usual sweetness, but it was mixed with sadness. You don't have to bed me if you don't want... me. She said the last word trying to hide her tears.
Aemond's hands stopped and she thought that was a confirmation of her fears. But his thoughts were running trought his head, how could she possibly doubt his feelings for her?. He was a prideful man, but he could no longer stand it.
Aemond resumed his touch on her belly and her bossom, laying his head on her neck.
-Ilirigho, Yn ilirí, Nya jorrāelagon (forgive me, forgive me, my love). He whispered as if singing her to sleep. His breath on her skin and his voice on her ears sending vibrations through her. Forget what I said that night at the Small Council. -Ilirigho, Yn ilirí, Nya jorrāelagon (forgive me, forgive me, my love). -He said again as a prayer as he kissed behind her ear and moved to kiss her neck, sucking small bruises as his hands wandered through her sensitive breasts.
She turned to look at him, a question in her melting brown-eyed gaze. He looked at her with his blue eye blown black with lust. -I want you. -He said as he kissed her lips.-Nya ābrazȳrys (my wife).- He said as he sucked her lower lip. -Nya jorrāelagon (my love).- He said as his tongue explored her mouth. She allowed him in and kissed him back, hungry for him too.
Aemond then oppened her nightgown as he moved to kiss and lap and suck her breasts, his hands wandering through her belly and her hips and her thights. Soon, he removed her nightgown and kissed from her breast to her belly to her sex. She was wet for him.
-I haven't tasted you in a while, my love- He said as he lapped at her pussy, his nose softly touching her clit.
The waves of pleasure started to build up on her as he started dragging his tongue through her folds, with his right hand softly laying on her belly and the other tightly holding her hip, he sucked at her clit, bringing her pure bliss. She was moaning his name and pulling softly at his silver blonde hair. He was determined to make up for the week as he would wring her the pleasure of seven nights in one.
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Hello! I gotta request. I love Aemond as many of the girlies do. But I never find fics for the plus size girls. I’m a firm believer that Aemond would like a plus size woman. When you have a moment of time I’d love to see a plus size reader x Aemond type fic. Of course I’d be here for some spice too. I’d just really like to see more representation ☺️ thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day!
A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the delay. I had a draft ready that didn't save so my inspiration took a big hit. I haven't thought about it before, but now that you say it I do think Aemond would lean more toward plus sized women. I can't explain why i just feel like it falls inline with his character. Thank you for your request!!
summary: Aemond gifts Y/n new clothes that inspire her to take the lead tonight
warnings: smut p n v, slight degrading (not of the reader), body shaming (it's not very much don't worry), sub Aemond
Word count 1.4k
Y/n was entranced by the stranger staring back at her in the mirror. The woman standing in her mirror resembled the fair ladies from books she had read as a girl. Ones where brave knights fight to the death and love-struck monarchs conquer kingdoms for the chance to embrace their true love.
The emerald green dress she wore had no sleeves and hung off her shoulders. Y/n was not used to dressing in such a manner she had become accustomed to frumpy, loose fitted clothing that hid her figure. Y/n’s mother had insisted that despite the high ranking of their house, it was imperative to hide the plump figure she had inherited from her to guarantee proposals from the lords of the court. However, her dear Aemond had thought otherwise. He began to court Y/n and questioned why a lady of her rank wore such ill-fitting clothing. After Y/n had confided in Aemond about her mother's advice, he disposed of her dresses and commissioned a new wardrobe of custom-made dresses with matching jewelry for his love. Y/n admired her newfound figure and how her bodice hugged her thick waist instead of hanging loosely. Layers of skirt gracefully laid against her wide hips complimented with embroidery. The mousy-looking girl had disappeared under hair tied in intricate braids decorated with rare jewels and a beauteous dress accentuating her curved figure. Y/n always felt as though she was meant to be invisible, to blend into the background unnoticed and unmentioned unless she was needed. But now, with her full body glittering in the open free to be seen, she felt confident.
“You are enchanting, my love,” Aemond said. He had briefly left for Y/n to dress and retrieve the final piece to her ensemble. Aemond stood behind her, unable to break his gaze from her captivating, newfound appearance.
Aemond delicately clasped a sapphire necklace cut from the same gem in his eye.
“What do you think, dear heart?” he asked as his hands drifted from Y/n’s neck to her shoulders
“I think it’s... perfect,” she said, gliding her hands under her plump chest. “I look perfect.” Y/n smiled brightly at her reflection. The rush of finally recognizing the glowing beauty in her mirror was the same modestly dressed woman that she saw a few hours ago. Y/n felt invincible at this moment she could do anything, say anything and the surefooted woman in her mirror would protect her from fear and persecution with a glance. She turned to Aemond with a new vigor. It was an unfamiliar feeling that bubbled in her core and climbed up to her chest. Aemond had always taken the lead. He led when they held hands when they kissed, and he led when they were intimate. But tonight, she would take command. Y/n grabbed the back of Aemond’s head greedily, pulling him flush against her body for a languid kiss. Aemond grinned into the kiss, stroking her rounded hips, causing the sensation in her core to swell. Y/n slowly pulled from him. Her whole body felt as though someone had set aflame her from the inside.
“You promised me once that you would do anything for me. I need only ask. Is that still true? Y/n asked, meeting his eyes.
“Of course, my dear,” the fingers on his neck glided into his hair to stroke his scalp.
“Then get on your knees for me,” Y/n’s light stroking turned into a tight grip as she yanked Aemond’s head back by his hair. Aemond breath hitched from the sudden tension on his scalp. Y/n had never done this before yet as he prostrated himself before her the hand in his hair leading him to kneel, he felt the blood rushing to his cock.
“What do you wish of me Y/n?”
“Hmm I don’t think using my name suits you very well my dear,” she said smirking.
“Oh?”
“No, you are a proper gentleman are you not? Then you should refer to me like one. I think ‘My lady’ will do for now, don’t you?” Aemond felt his breeches tighten as she leaned in and paused just before their lips met.
“Answer me Aemond.”
“Yes, my lady,” Y/n closed the gap between them, devouring his lips. Aemond could hear his heart pounding as his member began to throb. He was used to being in control. There was safety in control letting that part of him slip for even a second led to disaster. Aemond craved rest for someone to ease that unmoving tension in his mind and giving his power to Y/n would do just that.
“Good boy, strip and lay on the bed for me,” she said releasing his hair. Aemond stood from his spot on the floor in favor of removing his doublet and breeches before laying on the bed desperate to obey. Aemond felt his length harden as Y/n waltzed up to the bed and slowly skipped out of her sleeves pulling her bodice down, exposing her full breast and removed her small clothes, leaving her the remainder of her dress on. His red tip now peaked out from the protection of its fleshy folds at the sight. His shy elegant lady turned dominating temptress. Aemond reached down to stroke himself but was met with a quick slap.
“Proper gentlemen don’t touch themselves, Aemond. It is quite unseemly,” she said, climbing onto the bed to straddle him.
“Y-Yes my lady.”
“You know improper gentlemen believe they are owed the pleasure they crave-” Y/n pulled her skirt up, revealing thick plush thighs coated in slick from her dripping mound, causing Aemond’s breath to quicken and his cock to throb. “But a proper gentleman asks for his desires, doesn’t he, Aemond? Why don’t you ask me for what it is you desire my dear?” Y/n lowered herself a bit allowing Aemond’s tip to just barely graze her entrance. Aemond gasped, trying to hold himself together. Whenever he had coupled with Y/n, Aemond would take her hips and impale her with his length whenever he felt the urge, yet at this moment doing such a thing without her explicit permission felt as though he would be committing an unforgivable sin of the highest caliber.
“Please my lady, use my cock.” Aemond said, bringing his hands up and sinking his fingers into her soft hips.
“Hmm I don’t know. You don’t seem to want me enough. Perhaps I should stop,” she said slowly lowering her skirt. The gentle throbbing of Aemonds cock developed into torturous ache.
“No, my lady, please I need you. Please let me fill your cunny. I need it. I’m throbbing for you. I need to fill you around me my lady,” Y/n grinned and lifted her skirt once more.
“There you go sweet boy begging for me like a proper gentleman,” Y/n dropped onto his cock taking him all at once. Normally Y/n would ask Aemond to be slow and gentle with her, but here and now, consumed by her newfound vigor, she didn’t want to be gentle. She didn’t want to be delicate. She wanted to take everything for herself. Y/n sank, allowing Aemond to bottom out. He could feel her cunt constrict around his cock as if she wanted to meld him into her insides. Her folds would only briefly release him from their tight grip before clenching around him once again. Y/n could feel Aemond’s cock pulsating inside her. The tip of his cock pressed against the spongy back of her cunt. Y/n rocked her hips, enthralled by how the sensation of absolute control enhanced her pleasure. Aemond felt as though he was unraveling every time Y/n’ hips dropped to meet his. Aemond was consumed with an unrelenting craving that devoured his entire being. He needed her. He needed more.
“Faster my lady! Please, I need more of you!”
“Good boy asking so nicely for his lady,” Y/n sped up, bouncing on Aemond’s cock quicker, the heat in her core building to a peak ready to snap at any moment. Y/n reached for Aemond’s hands. She pressed his left hand against her pearl and held onto his right one. Aemond rolled small circles on Y/n’s pearl already covered in her slick and tangled his fingers with hers. Adding pressure to the sensitive bud when their hips met each other.
“I’m going to cum. Are you ready, Aemond?” she said leaning down, losing herself in his violet eye.
“Yes please, I need to feel you cum around me my lady!” she couldn’t hold on any longer. Squeezing Aemonds hand Y/n fell apart as her orgasm flooded across her body, causing her legs to shake and her body to fall limp against Aemond. The pleasure of taking Aemond as she pleased pushed Y/n’s high to another plane of existence. One where she was everything and nothing all at once. Unburdened. Unshackled. Untouched. Aemond felt himself burst inside of Y/n his back arching. He had never reached a peak like this before. He could feel tingling all throughout his body that turned into blissful burning reaching to the tips of his toes. They laid together for a moment, their heavy breathing filling the heady air. Y/n sat up a bit and placed a gentle kiss on Aemond’s temple still damp from the excitement.
“Did I do well for you, my lady?”
“You were the perfect gentleman.”
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i come bearing more thotty thots about our chubby Daddy Aeg, with Uncle Aemond too-
Aegon sat with Aemond in his study at the family estate, going over some contracts. His brother set the glass with his whiskey down, their discussion dying down when she entered in her tiny tennis skirt, and matching little sports bra and knee high socks.
"Hi Daddy," She said sweetly. "Hi Uncle Aemond- I'm going to meet Cerelle at the country club."
Aegon grunted and pulled her onto his lap, Aemond's gaze on her unwavering. "Are you now, babygirl?" Aegon murmured, and she looked between them. "Dressed like that?" Aemond asked lowly, staring as Aegon's large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. She blushed and nodded, "You like it? I got it when I went shopping with Mom."
Aegon began to trail kisses down her neck, tugging down the sports bra a bit to give Aemond a good view. "Gotta talk to Hel about the shit she lets you wear." Aegon grunted, as he cupped her pussy under her skirt.
She whined softly, and Aemond chuckled darkly, "Such a needy little girl." She pouted, and Aegon set her back on her feet, and gave her a little spank to her ass, saying, "Go on baby, show Uncle Aemond that slutty outfit. Let your Uncle see Daddy's little tease." She obeyed him, and went around the desk to Aemond, and she shivered when he nudged her legs apart, and said, "I think she came in here to get our attention, brother- I don't think Princess was ever gonna go to the country club."
She blushed furiously, gasping softly when Aemond moved quickly to bend her over his lap, lifting the slutty little skirt. Aegon growled, and rasped, "Spank her, brother- show our little girl what happens when she parades herself around like a little slut."
THE ONLY TWO MEN THAT CAN EVER GET AWAY WITH CALLING ME A SLUT FR!!!!
bestie you keep delivering omg 😍😍😍😍
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Daemon/Rhaenyras daughter feeling alone and unwanted and a burden x Aegon who feels alone, unwanted and a burden might just be my new favourite trope
Along with
Aemond married to sister reader, and Aegon married to helaena yet all 4 of your are unhappy aside from stolent moments between reader and aegon + Helaena and Aemond.
❤️🩹😭✨
It is ofc chubby baby boi aegon <3333
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Aemond x chubby reader
requests open
Being engaged to Aemond was amazing in so many ways but there were a few things that put Y/N off. First was the looks she would get as she walked through the castle, it was very obvious she was not like the other lady's around court with her chubby thighs, bigger stomach and larger breasts and everyone seemed to love to point it out like she already didn't know she was different.
second the people did not believe her whenever she were to tell them she was to marry the prince and would just laugh in her face and throw insults at her such as.
"I doubt he would marry you, he wants children and I don't think he could ever find your cunt between all that fat to even make a child"
"he need a real women not a pig"
"you know maybe you could marry my cow you two seem to have a lot more in common than you and the prince like your weight."
But usually she would brush them off knowing the prince loved her just as much as Y/N loved him. But tonight was a celebration feast for the two young almost weds and everyone from the court and more would be showing up for it.
"I must say it has been a while since I last say you my prince" a lady of the court had exclaimed as she sat down next to Y/N's fiancé as she sat on the other side of him.
"yes, it has but I have been preparing for my wedding with my love" He responded as he looked at Y/N only for her to smile back at him.
"yes it must be dreadful for you to be forced into a marriage" she said while nodding and giggling only to realise that the man next to her did not find it so funny.
"oh we were not forced into marriage we chose to get married. he saved me from being married to a man 3 times my age" Y/N butted in as she kissed her betrothed's cheek making his lip twitch up slightly before he stood up and held his hand out to her.
"my lady would you care for a dance?" he requested making his love giggle and laid her hand in his as he dragged her of to the middle of the room.
"It is a full time job fighting all those women off from you" Y/N laughed as Aemond smirked.
"well you wont have to do that for long because everyone will know I am your just like you are mine" he whispered in her ear before dipping her down as the music came to an end and Y/N yawned.
"I guess it is time for bed my love I shall walk you to your chambers" as he escorted her from the hall and walked down the corridors but paused as they heard whining and whispering.
"he was meant to be mine not that bitch whale" The lady from the court cried as her friends tried to console her.
"I am sure he is only doing this out of pity for the fat slob of meat and is truly in love with you" one of her friends whispered as the couple behind them came closer.
"yes that has to be it, he belongs to me I was meant to be the princess" she said determined as she was about to march back into the hall and confront the prince but stopped as she say the couple.
"my prince I-" she tried to excuse her self but Aemond cut her off.
"I want you, your family and your friends out of the kings landing by morning and if I see you after that I will feed you to my dragon DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?" he demanded as the lady cried and begged for forgiveness at his feet but all he done was kick her off him and pick up his love making her yelp.
"now I am going to take my betrothed to her chambers and make love to her showing her that she is the women I love not you. Her curves are my favourite part of her appearance not that I need to prove anything to you" He said as he stalked off with his love in his arms as she kissed his cheek.
"my savour once again."
this it my first post so I hope everyone likes it and if you have an idea or request message me and ill do it. I love to do crossovers and soulmate story's so don't be afraid to ask me to write about anything because I love to write.
thank you bye
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idk if i did or did not say this in the first fic but i´d like to picture my character (reader) similar to me in looks
meaning chubby and short, i´m 5´1, but if there´s handsome and violent man who ´s in love with you and your body, who will worship the ground you walk on, suddenly i´m feeling a lot more confidence since writing the first part
well, that's it, happy reading bye bye
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Cinderella
"Illustration draw my me"
---- Masterlist ---- Rules for request ----
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x chubby Fem reader
Abstract: A young woman from an archipelago allied to Westeros, did not think that fairy accounts exist or even suspected the charm of a prince.
Author’s note: the release of this One-shot took time because I had to finish the illustration first, I want to thank @avalyaaa who very kindly, saw the sketches for the illustration and encourage.
Trigger Warning : English is not my mother tongue.
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The kingdom of Y/k/n was located in the west of Westeros, beyond the sea, an island archipelago formed the kingdom, this one was prosperous for several centuries, this prosperity, came from fertile agriculture, from the extraction of ore in long seams in the mines.
The people respected their rulers, for they managed to keep peace with the other kingdoms. Exchanges of food, materials were customary, several lords of Westeros, had united some of their children girl or boy, with merchants or nobles of the kingdom of Y/k/n, perpetuating the peace agreements, hard won.
During the conquest of Westeros, the king of the time allowed people to take refuge from the conquest of Aegon the conqueror. Let it be nobles to peasants. At a time when circular rumours about the possibility of a future war against the monarch Targaryen, the king who although loyal to his kingdom, signed a non-aggression pact between the two kingdoms, he did not want his people to perish in bloodshed and fire. The archipelago retained its sovereignty, remaining an independent kingdom but ally of Westeros. However no marital union was declared, dragons were not allowed to fly around the archipelago, defences made up of various weapons some were throwing heavy projectiles into the sky were a reason alone.
As the centuries passed, peace endured, exchanges continued, the shadows of dragons roamed the sky in the distance, children’s dreaming of theim.
King after king, the people listened and followed their monarchs, looking in the distance at the castle, built on the largest island of the archipelago, its white stones were embedded in the mountain and reflected the light of the sun.
In this castle lived, king Y/f/n was a fair man and concerned about the people, he tried to keep a cordial understanding with Westeros, meaning that his people did not pay the price.
This king was a widower, from his first wife he had with his wife a daughter, whom they named y/n. Although he was a good father, he thought that the love of a mother was indispensable to the happiness of his daughter. He chose a noble woman born on the archipelago, she was recently widowed, and already mother of two daughters, Karoline and Melina, who was the same age as Y/n.
If this second marriage went smoothly, the people happy to have a new queen, it was only at the premature death of the king, that the true nature of his second wife revealed.
She was a cold, calculating and cruel woman, madly jealous of the kindness and attention that Y/n drew around her, the people worshipping their princess and future heiress, but above all she was determined to put the interests of her two female manipulators daughter first.
Over the years, the castle fell into ruins, the new queen regent had nothing to do with the castle, the money of the royal family was squandered to satisfy the whims of the two girls, whether in expensive dresses, fruit to carry from Essos, boat trips to Westeros to try to get them married to a noble house. Y/n deceiving and humiliating at a young age was relegated to the role of servant in her own kingdom. The people no longer heard of her, the queen having declared that their princess was sick and could present herself before them, only vile lies on her part. The last raven from the Targaryen came to leave a message of condolence and then no more news. In spite of this Y/n remained gentle and kind. Knowing that one day the truth would come out, that the world could not be gray and gloomy. She kept the secret hope that her dreams would come true and that her family’s honor would rise from the ashes.
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The stones once covered with frescoes, were not renewed, leaving the walls to suffer the weather and become gray again. Most of the windows overlooking the kingdom, had their heavy curtains pull, preventing the light. Only one window had no curtain, it was the highest window of the castle, one of the towers of the keep. The light slowly entered the doorway of the window, lighting a small room, advancing minutes after minutes towards a sleeping young woman. The open window allowed the singing of the birds to echo, gently awakening the young woman.
She opened one eye gently, looking around her, and breathed a sigh, reminiscent of the dream she had just had. It stretched out with a few movements, while rising, looking at the window, observing the sky of a clear blue, where no clouds were visible.
“A beautiful day is coming,” she thought.
The young woman put her feet on the ground, slowly remembering the tasks of her day. The room which was the bedroom of the young woman was the smallest room of the castle, made of brick wall covered with white paint yellowed by time, of a floor of oak wood, which was lightened by the sun. From a single window open to the outside of the castle. In one corner of the room was a bed that took up much of the space, a small bedside table where a candle was placed, a closet that looked more like a broom closet closed by a wooden door, on a small shelf, there were two frames in which portraits of her parents were placed. On the other side of her room, there was a screen of his favorite color inherited from her mother. A copper soup bowl that served to hold the water for his morning bath and a boudoir.
At the first blow of bells, she began to prepare herself, quickly spanking her toilet before dressing up and hanging her apron around her neck and her plump hips. The young woman looked in the mirror to make sure that her outfit was properly fitted, she could see her hair y/h/c stylized in a way that her hair would not interfere with her future tasks. Her dress in earth tones, was well placed, the strict cut did not allow the birth of a possible neckline, this outfit was made only for work and nothing else. It changed a lot of the dresses the young woman wore as a child. This young woman remembered pretty dress in Y/f/c color, where beads and small stones were embroidered, but remembering seemed very distant. Just like the memories of her parents before her mother-in-law arrived. The life of a princess no longer existed.
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Y/n went down the many steps that made up the stairs of the tower, passing through several rangers of stairs, corridors and the inner courtyard of the castle, going towards a dark wooden door and worn out by time, taking it towards the sub-floors where kitchens were installed.
In the kitchens, the few servants always at the service of Madame and her daughters, set to work. All had known Y/n’s father and supported the young woman, knowing that the situation was complicated and their uprisings would have led to more trouble for Y/N.
It was with a smile that the young woman arrived, she greeted the servants present, wishing them a good day, before preparing the morning meal of the animals who lived in the enclosure of the castle, including the preparation of the grain for poultry, hay for cows and horses, taking time to fill the dishes of stray dogs and cats passing through the castle, but who were each time hunted by her mother-in-law, the said woman loved very little, and pets were not a part of it.
The servants had orders never to help Y/n in her chores, whatever the difficulty, because Madame was watching over the grain and had ensured a great punishment. The few who rebelled in the early years had ended up whipping blood, others were locked in the castle dungeon. The servants present watched Y/n place the food bowls in a large wicker basket, taking it with one arm and catching a large, heavy bag of grain on her opposite shoulder, the servants, every day had to see the young woman although robust bend under the weight of successive sacks, bales of hay and mockery of the people who were to be her family.
One of the remorseful servants began to heat the water for the tea of the dreadful mother and daughters sleeping upstairs. Screams call the young woman, was about to begin.
When Y/n entered the kitchen, she saw that all she had to do was pour the hot water and take the hot buns freshly bought by one of the servants in the city. She silently thanked her friends, and began to finish the preparations, not noticing a cat hanging around the silver cups filled with tea, as the whisper-like cries began to reason in the empty and dusty halls of the castle, distracting her.
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Y/n crossed the kitchens, exited into the inner courtyard, to climb endless stairs and walk through many corridors, the trays place on his arms.
Melina preferred not to be awakened before her servant arrived to dress her, so her tray was left at the entrance of her room. Karoline, wanted to leave her tray in her room, her hot tea, while she took her morning bath. As for Madame, she wanted Y/n to put her tray in her room on the desk where she had to leave scrolls devoured by moths.
Everything was in the best of worlds, all seemed satisfied with the service.
It was without counting, a shrill cry, which made the windows tremble, slightly out of their hinges.
“Oh no…”
Heart pounding, hoping to have imagined having heard this cry, Y/n did not move from the stairs. Her hands trembled, her breathing accelerated, a fear she knew all too well, swelling in her belly.
She saw Madame’s daughters running near, from the corridors of their apartments, one of them half dressed, her servant running to destroy her, holding the ties of her dress. The second arrived barefoot, lifting her dress to her knees not to trip over the bottom of her dress. Their eyes crossed Y/n’s eyes, silently accusing without knowing the reason for the screaming, the young woman. They plunged into their mother’s chambers, worried about their mother’s cry. The ears of Y/n whistled, she felt that a punishment would fly against her.
"Y/N! Come here now!"
She felt her feet moving without even having the desire to advance, going up the steps as slowly as possible, walking the few steps that separated her from the dark room of her mother-in-law.
To say that Madame’s room was dark was an understatement, no light entered except the light of the hallway, hiding at the bottom of her bed, only the reflection of the light in the old woman’s eyes showed her presence in the room. The daughters were sent out, and although they were not satisfied, she did what their mothers ordered, for even they feared the matriarch.
“You started to hide things.”
“Madame, I don’t know what's...”
“Silence! You know exactly what you did.”
“I don’t know, I swear, I made your tea like every day…”
"Enough! I know you’re lying, you never loved me, you want revenge. I understand, but I’m the only family you have left, understand the good. Without me you have nothing!”
“Yes Madame…”
“To punish you, you will be deprived of food, let it be a lesson, and maybe it will help you lose weight.” said Madame with a smirk.
With her heart hurting, Y/n had to bow slightly to her mother-in-law, as she had violently taught her, at least this time, the punishment was not directly physical.
The day must have been beautiful, quite the contrary.
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Y/n climbed the water from the well of the great court, when she saw a Herault, wearing a black tunic, on which was placed a armor, pass the guards and the great door that separated the castle from the people.
Surprised she looked at the man walking towards the great gate of the castle, knowing that she was not to interfere at all with Madame’s business, she filled a bucket of water, and left with it in the direction of the large basin where the washers washed the linen.
The song of the birds, like sweet music, reasoned in the gardens on this sweet spring afternoon. Although the archipelago was in temperate waters and the sun was mild. It was always more pleasant to wash the laundry in a warm water by the heat of the sun, than under the cold wind in the late afternoon, where the water is so cold that at the end of the chore, the fingers were so cold, that they became numb.
The washers were squatting around the basin, dirty laundry was placed in large wooden basins, a smell of plants, flowers and soap emanated from the water, many of the women sang songs that had been passed on to them by their parents or other servants. Others talked about their other chores, or the actions of Madame and her daughters.
Y/n placed her water seal next to the eldest of the washers, the old woman’s back was bent under the weight of years and arthritis, preventing her from lifting too heavy objects. She stayed a few minutes with them, participating in the conversations more or less silently.
It was only at her call that Y/n stopped talking.
"Princess! Princess!"
It was Foulques, the old maester who had seen her grow up.
“We received a herald from Westeros. The Targaryen seal the scroll. It’s for your family.”
Foulques, put with his trembling hands, wrinkled skin and moles appear, the parchment in the hands of Y/n.
Y/n looked at the parchment with hesitation, although she wanted to read what was written on it, it had worked for a long time since the last message.
"Have you told Madame?"
Several washerwomen spit on the ground to mention the dreadful woman.
“No princess, it makes more sense to me that it should come back to you.”
“You’re well aware of what would happen if she found out?”
“Yes, but if someone could help you in your situation, they would definitely be the most powerful family in Westeros.”
Her desire to read the parchment was powerful, but her fear of Madame’s blows was much more powerful. It was against her heart that she had to convince the maester to warn her mother-in-law, finding as a compromise that she followed him in the throne room.
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Y/n followed the maester in the direction of the great throne room where Madame was, the great room was originally decorated with gold and jewels, large tapestries telling the royal story, while celebrating the ingenious talant of the guilds of the archipelago. Madame dressed in a long black dress, from the collar up to below her chin, sat on the throne, dictating orders to servants, in a room now covered with spider’s web on the high ceilings, where the tapestries were torn off and the walls crumbled.
“Madame, a messenger from Westeros just dropped off a scroll.”
"Give me this!"
Madam, raised her left arm in the direction of the young woman, making gestures of the hand to encourage Y/n to approach. The parchment was plucked from her hands, when she was reachable, the daughters of Madame, who were present at their mother’s side, approached her, also wanting to read the parchment.
"Listen! The king and queen of Westeros, decreed the preparation of a great ball! All the young women of good families are invited. This ball is being announced for Prince Aemond Targaryen to find a bride.”
"Oh that’s fantastic!" said one of the first girls.
"I would be a real princess," said the second, beginning to dance clumsily.
“That means I can participate,” says Y/n.
“What do you mean? With rags? You saw how fat you are, I’m sure the prince won’t even notice you.” Both girls were annoyed.
“After all, I am of this family. You said it yourself. I am of noble birth. I am also a guest.” Y/n no longer paid attention to the mockery of her sisters-in-law. Look into the eyes of her mother-in-law, with her head held high.
"Enough! You can come." Madame had spoken, her daughters were beginning to contradict her. “As long as you finish all your chores before we head to King’s Landing.”
"Thank you Madame."
It is joyful that Y/n left the room, setting off in the direction of the tasks assigned to her, not paying attention to Madame’s smirk.
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The trunks were prepared, the carriage repaired and cleaned. Y/n stood by her little trunk made of wood and leather, she was of medium size, lying down she reached her knees. The trunks of her in-laws took up much more space, the girls each had two large trunks only for their dresses, not to mention the smallest for the underwear, stockings, shoes and accessories. Her mother-in-law took only a large trunk where her belongings could return without difficulty.
The trunks were attached to the carriage, failing to fall more than once on the way from the castle to the port.
The windows of the carriage were obstructed, Y/n sitting opposite her from her in-laws, had to restrain herself from moving the small curtain from the window to her left, it now did what seemed to her an eternity that she had not seen the streets of the city and its inhabitants, she wondered how the children she played with as a child had become, whether they were married, had children, whether they still lived on this island. But though the desire to know all this burned within her. The cold, calculating look of her mother-in-law gave her chills, she watched.
Y/n including directly what was hidden in the eyes of the people, going up into the boat by a bridge away from the eyes, she had to sleep near the goods, away from the eyes of the passengers. Although she was sad about the fate reserved for her, an anger was born in her, more and more noisy, screaming that she had to free herself. But each time, she convinced herself that it was not the right time, once she arrived on Westeros, she could think about it.
The vessel was making the longest voyage, Madame having ordered the captain to dock directly at the port of King’s Landing, wanting a grand arrival for her legitimate daughters. From two days of sailing and a week to travel Westeros in a straight line, it lengthened by one more week, skirting the coasts of Dornes, deviating from the path, classic to avoid corals and bottom too low to sail in peace, fortunately avoiding very frequent storms along the way and having a very favorable wind to the chosen path.
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The grand entrance if desired was unfortunately for them, foil by a natural element. Rain.
The voluminous robes of the sisters-in-law were waterlogged, preventing them from walking without tripping because of their weight. Madame fulmina, the few people present of several mestres began to mock her daughters. Seen from the corner of the eye, Y/n go discreetly in the direction of the coach charter to bring them to their Inn.
Oh yes an Inn and not apartments in the Red Keep, the delay taken by the change of route made them arrive last. Relegating them to the same level of noble houses and poorer than others.
---
The inn was dark, but welcoming, much more than the corridors of the archipelago’s castle, less dusty, there were more candles to light the place despite the lack of windows.
Madame asked for the most remote room for Y/n, asking in a dry tone of voice, that no one be in contact with her, forbidding her any visit of the city, even accompanied.
The room of Y/n was for what we can say spartan, a bed with mattress made of straw, a small window turn towards the castle, walls of torchis crack a wardrobe to the door brinquebalante and to fill it all, a very strong smell of enclose. The place seemed more like a prison than a room.
---
The first few days, Y/n keep, day and night, the small window open to help her get rid of the ambient smell, she dared not remove her clothes from her trunk, prefer to leave them in safety, taking only when appropriate clothes.
From her window, she could see at times dragons flying around the castle, from one huge, much larger than the others, that she wondered how it had reached such a size, was it due to its food? Imagining the quantities of meat she had chills in the back, an army would not have been enough to feed the beast.
The day of the ball was approaching, as was her nervousness. Was she going to live up to the event? Could she participate without an intervention of her mother-in-law? How was the prince? She had no idea, but kept the hope that for one night she could be who she was, a princess and not a servant.
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At sunset, on the night of the ball, Madame had allowed Y/n to leave her room, but had not allowed anyone, to the point of paying the employees, to help the young woman prepare. But his attempts to prevent a young woman from participating in the ball were null.
As Y/n walked down the stairs, she realized that her plans were being undermined.
The young woman, even without help, had managed to put on her dress. It was Y/f/c, the latest fashion in the archipelago. A soft neckline underlined the young woman’s chest. Her make-up was light due to lack of materials and her desire not to resemble her sisters-in-law’s one-layer make-up reminded her of the gesso layers used for paints.
Her sisters-in-law were furious, for although the young woman was rounder than they were, a sweet aura emanated from her, an elegance they could not achieve. Both began to complain when their mother approached Y/n.
“Beautiful, it’s true, this color suits you.”
Madame walked around Y/n watching her with disdain from head to toe.
“Well, let’s go.”
A weight on the shoulders of Y/n withdrew when she left the inn. The biggest had just passed, she had no longer crossed her fingers for the journey to go awkward.
This was without counting on her sisters-in-law.
All four had to walk in the alley where the inn was to take the carriage in the main street, other coaches were placed in the alley, but had blocked each other, as it was narrow, If the one at the entrance didn’t move, neither did the others.
The day before, the rain had once again fallen on King’s Landing, The cobblestones were wet on both sides of the road, large puddles of water and parchment mud parched the alley.
Melina and Karoline complained about the humidity, explaining to their mother that their dresses would be destroyed by the mud.
“You don’t have to walk on the pavement, you’re not commoners, the mud isn’t for you.”
Her two daughters looked at each other for a few seconds before turning in the direction of Y/n. The young woman did not pay attention to her in-laws, preferring to observe the city, the people she met, smiling at the children.
All of a sudden, Y/n felt hands resting on her back, pushing her forward, she tried to catch up but the slippery pavement made her trip, in a fragment of a second, she found herself lying face down in the mud. Her ears were buzzing, her heart pounding, she thought her blood was freezing. Trying to get up, she felt a small pain in her hands, they were scratched due to the fall. Two laughs were quickly heard, which was the only laughter she heard.
"Oh, poor Y/N, you are relegated to your rank," said Melina in a mean voice.
Y/n got up with difficulty, the bottom of her dress was torn during her fall, mud covered her face and her clothes deformed by the weight of water and mud. Her hands were shaking, her breathing rampaging.
“You’re not going to go with us looking like a sow, go back to the inn, we’ll discuss this when we get back.”
Madame with a mischievous smile began to walk in the direction of the carriage, her daughters following her closely. A few passers-by approached Y/n wanting to know if she had hurt herself in her fall. But all that Y/n could do with the feeling of betrayal was to flee. Her steps carried her to the sandstone of the wind. Passing through different streets, small and large, taking her to one of the gates of the city walls, she passed it, not paying attention where she was resting only well away from the ramparts.
If anyone could have said the place was dangerous, Y/n would not have listened to them as she was devastated.
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Y/n collapsed on the ground covered with dead leaf, breathless and exhausted.
As the sun set, she paid no attention to the animals present, nor to the sounds they made.
“Honey, it’s gonna be okay.”
Y/n raised his frightened head and looked, the woman standing in front of her, this woman wore thin wings almost transparent in the back, a long hooded dress of a blue king, which hid her white hair for the most part.
"Who are you?"
The old woman kept a warm smile on her lips.
"A fairy?"
"Ah? Dragons can exist and not fairies?"
“Oh forgive me…”
“Don’t worry, I know this is new to you.”
The fairy asked her why she was in such that state, as the story progressed, the fairy, gnashed her teeth. The young woman might have believed that flames appeared in the woman’s eyes.
“We’re not going to let them win! I’m going to let you go to the ball.”
“I don’t want to go anymore… What’s the point?”
“Oh dear child, there’s so much more you can imagine there.”
The fairy godmother began to look around her, seeming to be looking for something. The fairy began to think several minutes before raising her right hand in the air.
“What do we need… Oh yes I know! A carriage!”
Suddenly, roots began to grow and move towards the fairy, taking with them pieces of wood, iron and plants. Under the fairy’s enchantment, the pieces of wood and metal began to fly, gathering, a carriage beginning to form before her eyes, the plants were used to plug the places that were not comparing wood and metal, slowly solidifying, forming vegetal forms accentuating the basic structure before the eyes of the young woman, adorning herself with the coats of arms of her family, wearing colors and gilding. At the same time, squirrels began to fly, gradually turning into four dashing horses. A fox began to fly in the direction of the carriage, its hairs began to change shapes and color, the animal gradually transformed into a man wearing a tunic with Y/k/n coats of arms, he became the coachman. A last animal, a greyhound also began to fly away, grow, and the hairs transformed into a human in the same outfit as the fox, he became footman.
Y/n was blown away, she thought she had gone crazy or fell asleep, dreaming everything that was happening. Although she thanked the fairy, she was still not sure if she wanted to go to the ball. Or even if she could trust that person. The fairy noticed the young woman’s outfit, it is ruminant that she transformed the clothes of Y/n, these transformed into an elegant dress Y/f/c, with advantageous neckline without being provocative, it was not typical of the archipelago.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfect for this event.”
Y/n looked at her feet when she felt light tingling at her feet. She saw beautiful glass shoes, pure sapphire blue
The young woman had learned many years rather than that everything had a price, and all this, had to be of a gigantic cost.
"I... I cannot accept all this. I don’t know if you are really a fairy and not a witch in disguise. Everything at a price, and I’m afraid it will be more than I can offer.”
"You are destined to be taller than a mere servant, and you know this very well in the depths of your being. You’ll understand later, now go to the Red Keep, your destiny awaits you.”
The fairy gently took Y/n’s arm helping her to get into the carriage. Closing the door, she spoke again.
“But be careful, because at the twelfth bell, ringing midnight, the spell will be broken.”
Y/n looked at the woman, understanding that this was to be part of the price to be paid, and kept the warning in mind, she wanted to ask questions but was stopped, the carriage starting to set out at the time the missing fairy.
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At King’s Landing, the ball festivities were in full swing. Street shows were held, a parade of young women also animated the life of the city. One after the other, they were heading towards the Red Keep. Day after day, the number of girls did not decrease.
Alicent was beginning to lose patience, his second son had to find a wife from whom the family had armed forces in sufficiency, and from power on Westeros could tip the advantage for his children, in case of open conflict with Rhaenyra. Otto was placed next to his daughter and told her that the best solution would have been to choose an arranged marriage rather than letting the prince choose.
For several hours the noblest young women had presented themselves to the prince, but Aemond had little interest in it, feeling his boredom rise in him. Alicent was getting more and more annoyed, the incessant words of her father did not help her.
On the announcement of young women arriving from a country allied to Westeros, Alicent looked, seeing two young women, at the makeup more than outrageous. Aemond’s only valid eye was more than frustrated.
“Lady Karoline and Meline de (name of their mother), adopted daughters of the deceased king of the kingdom of Y/k/n.”
Otto hearing the name of the kingdom and seeing the young women told himself that they looked nothing like the girl she met a long time ago on a trip to strengthen connections with the Y/h/n family.
While Alicent sighed more than hopeless about the situation, Otto began to speak to her.
"What did you think? Having a prince of Targaryen blood as an ally would bring many people. And then do you think that at the corner of a corridor, a young woman would arrive and attract Aemond’s gaze?"
Alicent looked in the direction of his son, seeing him walking towards the big door, pushing the two dreadful young women on his way, spanking them with screaming voices. Intrigued, she stared at her son, avoiding looking away at the arrival of an alcoholic Aegon.
Aemond, on his side, had seen a round young woman who seemed more beautiful than any jewel of Westeros, arriving. She was about her age. She seemed lost and alone in the castle, something in her attracted him and he did not understand what was, he must have known.
Alicent saw her son approach and finally land a young woman, and ordered the guards to prevent anyone from disturbing the prince.
“Oh, this is getting interesting.”
“Aegon. Don’t bother your brother.”
“He has so much to learn.”
“Listen to your mother.”
Otto looked at Aegon, knowing that arriving at a certain number of jugs of wine, he could become a pleasure for his brother. A maester discreetly entered the great hall, heading towards Queen Alicent. The maester explained that the king had asked for it, she asked Otto to take care of everything. Let nothing happen to the prince and the young woman.
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It was with a mutual charm that the two young men began to approach, the fact that Aemond was one-eyed did not put off Y/n. Oh no, an almost bewitching charm took away the young man who had accosted him. It is almost hypnotized, that both began to discuss, forgetting both being of royal birth, the musicians present began to play their music, taking with her, the guests, Aemond, extended his hand towards the young woman, Although he did not like the idea of dancing, his mother the queen had told him enough, that certain protocol had to be respected, the dance was part of it. Y/n saw the outstretched hand of the young man with the long silver hair, the heart palpitating and a feeling of warmth rising in her, Y/n accepted, secretly hoping not to have forgotten the dance lessons she had when her father was still alive.
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When the young couple moved through the castle to the gardens, then outside the castle enclosure, skirting the niche of Vhaegar, the guards remained close, not too close to avoid disturbing them but enough to prevent anyone from bothering them.
Vhagar, on her side, watched her master walk alongside a young woman, first of all awakening to the slightest risk that could happen, and she realized, seeing the gestures of the two persons, that nothing was going to happen to Aemond, She had seen it many generations before.
The stars illuminated the sky, giving a heavenly atmosphere to the evening.
---
It was without realizing that the first sounds of bells began to ring. If the first two Y/n did not pay attention, she began to panic.
“Oh… I can’t stay…”
"But why?"
“The prince…I didn’t see the prince.”
“So you don’t know…”
Other bells resounded in the city. Y/n started running towards his carriage, shoving the guards in places, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Otto who, just a moment seemed to recognize the young woman.
Running down the stairs, avoiding falling, she lost one of her glass shoes, but time was running out and the guards and the king’s hand would chase after her.
Y/n barely got into her carriage when a guard was about to grab her by an arm.
All the horsemen brought by Otto chased the carriage in the colors Y/h/c. All saw the rear that it the bells sounded the closing of all the doors of the city walls. When Otto saw the doors closed and realized that the young woman had no way to escape, but was stunned, as she was turning through one of the streets taken by the carriage, there was nothing left but wooden planks, plants and metal, lay on the ground, walking down the street, he didn’t see a living soul.
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Y/n did not know how she did to be back in her room of the inn, when she woke up, her dress had disappeared, she first believed in a dream, but when she placed her feet on the ground, she felt that one of her feet was wearing a shoe, a blue sapphire shoe. Realizing that the night had indeed taken place and that she had indeed met her beautiful stranger, hiding the shoe, she heard her sisters-in-law arrive, their nauseating mockery, audible through the door.
"So how’s spending your night alone here?"
“Calm… Did you meet the prince?”
«Of course what do you think» Karoline was bitten alive, always humiliating the treatment received by the prince.
“He spent most of the night wooing us.”
Y/n could recognize the lie in the voices of her sisters-in-law, she could not ask them any more questions, Madame went up the screaming stairs.
“My children! I have a great announcement for you!”
The three young women turned in the direction of the door which opened with a bang, Madame entered, her hair ruffled gave her a look of a person not virtuous.
“A castle announcement has been made! The King has decreed that all the young women of King’s Landing go to the castle. They are looking for the young woman who took the prince’s heart. “ She glanced at his daughters. “Get ready, be presentable, we’ll leave as soon as possible.”
Y/n the throbbing heart did not believe his ears, the prince was looking for a young woman, maybe she could find her stranger in the castle. Lost in her thoughts, she heard that at the last moment the door closed in a cloud of dust.
“I will release you once one of my daughters has married the prince.”
Y/n approached the door, grabbing the clink wanting to open the door but encountering only resistance, the young woman began to scream and beat at the door. Asking to be released. But no answer.
At the entrance of the inn Madame”paid the employees, to keep her locked up, ordering them not to let anyone help Y/n.
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In the castle, the servants and knights walked the corridors quickly, all the young women came one after the other, since the announcement, whether it was from the commoner to the young noble woman.
The king was not present in the throne room, the shoe was placed on a cushion in the colors of the Targaryen, in the center of the room, Aemond was standing surrounded by Aegon, Helaena, Alicent and Otto. He could recognize the young woman he was sure of, but the shoe test only confirmed more officially the refusal of the prince.
Otto Hightower, who thought again and again how the young woman could disappear, raised his eyes in the direction of the great door and was greeted by the most disastrous vision he could see. An old sour woman and two young women who unfortunately would be more likely to find love with the local blacksmith than with Prince Aemond.
“The King decreed that all young women to be married should try the glass shoe, in case the shoe is in the right size, the Prince will marry the young woman, which will make her Princess Targaryen.”
These words were repeated to every young woman.
It was with a sigh that the royal family saw, the young women began to fight to proclaim that the shoe was theirs, without thinking that a charm was spelling the shoe, preventing anyone from wearing it, igniting the feet, or shrinking on the feet of all young women who were not its owner.
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Y/n locked in her room, screaming and drumming at the door, seeing that no one was going to help her, she looked at the small window, she was too small for her to pass but maybe by luck someone was going to hear her.
In the alley, knights walked through each building, forcing all the young women out, forming lines of people.
Criston Cole, who led the search, saw a knight approaching while running.
“Sir, a young woman screams for help in an inn, they refuse to let her out.”
Cole frowned, ordering the knight to guide him to the inn. Crossing the streets, Criston heard the screams of a young woman, he started to run, the order was to give that all young women be introduced, no one will go against the throne.
Employees seeing guards approaching the castle began to wonder if letting the person be locked up was always a good idea. Seeing that no one was moving, Criston passed over the employees, the knights holding them in the entrance, going up the steps, he looked for where the voice came from. Continuing up the steps he finally saw an isolated door, the cries came from there.
In decided to break down the door, giving several blows with force, fortunately, the door in poor condition did not last long. The door came out of its hinges and fell to the ground. Y/n remained silent, seeing a knight at the entrance of his room.
"Are you all right?"
Y/n shook hrr head, having lost her words, now everything was fine.
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By nightfall, the crowd was only beginning to fade, hoping to find the young woman as well.
Only three people remained, although the shoe test was disastrous for them. What annoyed Alicent, so much she wanted to see them flee the castle.
At the level of the large gate she could see Cole enter, the search had to be completed. He approached the queen.
“Majesty, the search is over, we found a young woman locked up and brought her here.”
When Y/n entered the throne room, Aemond recognized her directly. Madame, I recognized her too, quickly.
“Oh it’s nobody, just our servant.”
"Why did you lock her up in this case?" Alicent looked at the frightening woman with a questioning look.
“I am not a servant. I am Y/n Y/h/n, true heiress of the Y/k/n. kingdom.”
Alicent looked at Otto for confirmation of the words spoken by the young woman in front of her. He reflected for a moment on why her face seemed so familiar to him. He confirmed with a gesture of the head.
A servant took the pillow where the sapphire shoe was placed, wanting to get closer to Y/n. Madame with an unfortunate little movement of feet, made the servant trip.
The shoe burst in contact with the ground, Aemond looked with his only eye at the old woman, her blood bubbling in her veins.
“I have another one.”
The royal family looked at the plump, surprised young woman, Y/n out of a pocket of her apron the shoe identical to the previous one. And help a servant get her off.
There were no flames or shrinkage, the shoe fit perfectly. His mother-in-law began to threaten Y/n, forgetting the Targaryen and Hightower present.
"You little bitch! How dare you? When we return to the archipelago, you will be entitled!"
Aemond stood between Y/n and the mother-in-law, staring at the woman. Under the orders of Queen Alicent, guards led Madame and her daughters into the dungeons. He was spanking later, the time for discussions was passing, the next days were going to be charged, for the moment, Y/n had to rest from the screams, the dirt and the threats. Oh Aemond wasn’t going to pass that.
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I love Egg/chubby Aegon. I feel that it is so attractive. 😭
But hey, this morning at university I came up with a TOTALLY DISTURBING AND GROSS idea. I would love for you to accept this request and write to my tough, horny, BIG DICK Aegon together with a young wife (Helaena lives happily in the country with a man who loves her) redhead and "fragile" high on Dornish herbs begging her husband totally horrified at the idea of sharing a bed with her husband's brother in the face of his lord's infertility.
‼️I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE.
I'm so sorry for my English, it's horrible.
we are the same, chubby Egg is god-tier to me 😫🥵 getting flustered just thinking of him!!
apologies this took me forever to respond to, I appreciate you sending in the request (& your English is fine) 💖 hope you enjoy x
Splendid Husband, Obedient Wife.
PAIRING: chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen.
WORDS: 3,864.
WARNINGS: mentions of infertility, oral (female) receiving, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, hint of cheating (?), mentions of alcohol abuse, NSFW.
A/N - gosh I hope you really like this, I got sooo carried away in the fic so apologies it turned out long, but I found my way back!!! idk why but since having a mini hiatus, I feel a little nervous writing, but here we are!! enjoy lovely x
These past few, joyous months had been memorable yet fleeting. Betrothed to the Prince himself, Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, neither of you could've imagined how overly satisfied you would have been with each other upon meeting. Aegon was breath-taken by you the moment he caught you lonesomely wandering through the stony, ancient castle corridors, meeting you hours before the scheduled feast. You were taken aback by your husband to be, having heard viper-quick whispers, his notorious reputation preceding him, initially made you doubtful the union would survive prior to having met the man. Although, Aegon had quashed such vile allegations with much determination.
He was tender when it came matters relating to you, not wishing to cause unnecessary haste and spectacle, he was surprisingly quite grounded. If he could avoid conflict, he would, you both rarely got into arguments since he always listened to your opinions, always probing and advocating for your to speak and voice your concerns or judgements. His persona quite charming and meek with you, exterior wise, he did impose more of an oppposing effect, which also could've explained why you remained so guarded during the initial acquaintance stage. He seemed rather ruggard and rough, his Targaryen blonde hair remained short and unkempt, unlike his younger brothers. The Prince over the years had also developed a larger frame, despite having kept up with regular combat training, his gluttonous appetite to feast and drink was far more impressive, than any other young man in court. If you were being frank, it was actually appealing to you: it made him look brute, convincing you he was a force not to be reckoned with, and it seemed many shared this mutual belief, for no one dared to openly spare with Aegon in the training yard nor during council meetings.
He was rather a splendid husband, and an even more seasoned lover.
He did confess, during his youth and prior to meeting you, he did spend most of his lonely nights in the carnal company of whores and prostitutes. Hearing widespread rumours, even before your betrothal, of the Prince having sired bastards with these unknown women, you'd never come to see of any 'proof' for Aegon did not relish in speaking nor rekindling of such desolate memories.
"I was in a terrible place, my dearest. And I know, that is no valid excuse for how I acted nor carried myself, and yet I somehow ended up so lucky... With you."
He was not proud of such dark endeavours, upon thorough reflection and now being a married man devoted to his wife, Aegon was regretful of his youthful decisions. Although, during such a dark time in his life, he did not think it possible for someone to love him. To genuinely love him, without any political agenda nor catch to the arrangement. And despite, your betrothal being arranged between two highborn houses, undeniably, your love naturally blossomed like a lily in the spring.
However, unsurprisingly, people often spoke quietly, amongst themselves, yet harshly of your union. Always eager to stir the pot, and with time having passed since the exquisite marriage ceremony, the target was you.
"It has been three long months, Aegon, and your wife is still not yet with child." His discerning mother provoked: Alicent conditioned from a young age, believed this to be a serious concern that she'd often expressed amongst you three in private.
Since the viscous rumours began to spread like sprouts of weed amongst the court, Alicent had been even more persistent with her eldest son to conceive an heir with you. And although, the sex with Aegon was far from scarce, you had not yet fallen pregnant, which eventually made you anxious, as to whether your body was capable to breed. The question that poisoned your mind, was whether the culprit of infertility was Aegon, himself, or you…
“And how are we to figure this out, Aegon? For all I know, I may be the rotten spouse, useless in performing her wifely duties. They’ll have you marry another, more vibrant, more fertile lady, as you toss me aside out of sight and mind,” You tensely spat, carefully seating yourself down by the foot of the king-sized bed, your mind anxiously pondering over your dreaded future. You had an awful habit of picking and biting your nails, and Aegon had grown familiar with this, a blatant sign of distress.
Hastily he knelt before you, his large, rough hands gripped over yours, to stop you from picking at yourself, his touch halting your haste train of thought.
“We shall figure this out, my dearest. Trust… I will find a solution. You need not to worry of what others think, nor would I ever think to discard you in such a way. You are mine, as I am yours. I am bound to you till the end of time.”
A faint, half-hearted smile beams against your tender face, as you focus and cup Aegon’s portly, familiar face. To think of the possibility, that you might be the reason hindering Aegon from having children of his own, pains your heart achingly and yet, through the adversity, he remains still unfalteringly by your side. The fears settle for now, as a warm calm washes over your body, tears that had initially swelled in your eyes from sadness, now shed with the relief of joy, as you plant a soft kiss on Aegon’s forehead. You have faith in your husband, as he remains devoted to you. You trust that Aegon’s determined nature, he will find a way to give you a child, whether the Gods deemed it natural or not…
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“Aegon, dearest, you cannot be serious? I truly hope you realise, what you are asking of me!” You frustratingly shout, as Aegon storms towards you in a haste, his hands gesturing for you to quieten down, as he takes a quick glance towards the main door, before focusing his attention solely on you.
“Y/N, you and I both know this is the only way we could ever really know if either I am the problem or there may be something hindering you from carrying. It’s either this or I sleep with another woman. And I swore even before our marriage, I would never even think to look at another... And besides, if you happen to fall with child, the resemblance would be uncanny! No one would ever know besides us three, and it shall remain that way, right brother?-”
Instinctively, both Aegon and yourself gradually turned to face Aemond, who remained silently and comfortably seated on the opposing end of the room, near the active fireplace. He seemed distracted in his own deep thoughts, as his gaze lingered across the dancing orange flames, the shadows and light perfectly outlining the sharp details and silhouette of his face. Aegon called for him again, managing to snap the younger back to reality facing your direction. A stoic look remained donned across his handsome face, although his eye remained fixated on you.
"Yes. Of course. Not a living should shall hear of such... Treason," Aemond teasingly uttered, a sly smirk appearing on his face, as he playfully fiddled with some sort of stone in his long fingers. His eye turned from Aegon, to you before resuming the direction of the flames once more. He seemed unphased and yet he did not disagree to such an unlawful scheme.
Why that was, you could not say with certainty. Perhaps this could be something he could hold over Aegon's head, which only infuriated you more. Potentially passing his bastard son as Aegon's rightful heir... It was dangerous, although the only viable option. The pressure of the realm, the tiresome burden of the expectations felt all too real these past few weeks, and this option was the only source of relief.
"And what if I do not fall pregnant, then what, Aegon? You would have no use of me, I would mean nothing to you. You have sired bastards before with unknown women, why not yet with me-"
"Don't say that-" One hand immediately stretched out reaching over towards yours that dangled hopelessly by your side, and his other reaching over towards your flustered cheek, his thumb grazing over your soft skin.
His height, although not as tall as his youngest, still towered over your polite frame. The distance now closed, you could examine the heartache struck across his face, as his glistening, lilac eyes lingered over you.
"Don't you ever speak those words again. You mean everything to me. With or without a child, Y/N, I shall love you always. You are mine. Mayhaps I have had a few children, although that was when I was young and futile, perhaps the drinking has rendered me impotent..."
You remain defeated in silence, engraining Aegon's sincere words into the core of your troubled mind, although feel another lingering gaze peering towards you. Hesitantly you turn ever so slightly towards Aemond direction, only to notice he'd been observing you both intently the entire time, his head slightly tilted in your direction, you'd caught him watching from his peripheral vision. You couldn't help but notice a sorrowful hint across his face, the smirk that had once eagerly occupied his lips, now disappeared, remaining pursed, before his eye dropped towards the view of the stony, cold floor.
"Y-You promise you'll stay with me," Your voice softly broke, as you choked against your words. Hot tears began to swell in your eyes, for you felt the guilt of betrayal fester in the pit of your stomach. Aegon would argue that this be a lesson for his past transgressions, and yet he did not disprove nor fight... He accepted what needed to be done.
"I promise, baby. It'll just be like how we always do it, okay?" His hand that cupped your face, now gently gripped your chin, as his thumb traced over your bottom lip. His sweet, upturned smile gleaming on his face, as he stroked away the few tears that managed to stream down.
"You may prepare yourself however you need to brother, I'll get her ready."
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Aegon stayed true to his word, he mindfully eased you into the act. Wanting to warm your body up for the hopeful conception, undressing you, soothing you into the mindset to fuck.
"Such a good, good girl for me, so obedient."
He breathlessly whispered, in between each passionate kiss. His larger frame hovered atop of yours sprawled against the wide, soft bed. His trousers remained on, however his chest bare, his fleshy tummy pressed against your own, weighing you down as one hand glid gently across the sides of thigh, whilst the other supported your neck, shoving your face deeper into his as you kissed. Aegon being slightly heavier, he often succumbed to his weight, pinning himself down even more against your smaller body, and in this precise moment, you could feel his throbbing cock hardening against your exposed cunt.
"Hmm, Aegon-" You carelessly moan, the heat of your breath leaving a small, fade of moisture against his plump skin, as his lips escape yours.
He begins to leave a soft, wet trail of kisses down your neck line, making his way slowly towards the cleavage of your breasts, causing your body to eagerly shudder against his suckling motion. Hitting your sensitive spot, a small giggle escaped your lips, and moments after, you could feel Aegon's smile appearing against your skin in response.
"That's it baby, be the good girl that I know you are for me-"
As he repositioned his body further down, aligning his face towards the entrance of your now moist cunt, your gaze from the ceiling, as you opened your lustful eyes, down towards Aegon, you momentarily glimpsed as he gestured for his brother to join, tilting towards your direction.
Aemond now stripped naked, his body far more slimmer and lean than his older brother, you easily noticed the trace and outline of his prominent muscles. Although you greatly favoured Aegon's body and layer of fat that molded against his muscles, you could not deny that Aemond was a handsome figure also. It seemed the image of the Targaryens, regardless of shape nor size, were created authentically and yet so perfectly, by the favour of the Gods.
Laying himself cautiously down by your side, as though not to tease the risk of startling you, your unphased focus remained reciprocated towards each other, and yet there was no hesitation on Aemond's part, as his hand reaching over towards your face, as his long fingers gently seeped their way into the strands of your hair.
"Do not fret, Y/N. I am only here to perform my duty to the realm-"
And without a second to spare, Aemond's defined lips plummeted down against yours, where Aegon's once met. You felt that dreadful feeling beginning to entice in the depths of your stomach, an uneasy feeling churning as his tongue managed to peak its way through the gap of your mouth. Although, the sudden, reassuring squeeze of Aegon's hand in yours, as he looked up towards you, a small, warm smile reappearing on his face, your felt yourself beginning to give into the kiss.
"My sweet, sweet girl," Aegon's familiar, deep voice proclaimed, before his face began to comfortably nestle between your inner thighs. His mouth now agape at your entrance, his warm, wet tongue now began to lap at your wet folds, licking up the wetness that began to seep through, shoving himself deeper and deeper as he ate you out.
"Hmm", a low growl escaped your beloved husband's ravenous mouth, as Aegon's hands each snaked around your soft thighs, firmly pulling your legs further and further apart, in an attempt to widen the space to accomodate for his broad frame. Although he also felt the primal urge to widen your entrance more, as he delved his thick tongue deeper into your cunt, burying his face into the sensitive crevice of your wet entrance. He was known for his large appetite and that never stopped with feasts, he was always starving for your sweet, delicate taste.
As Aegon remained occupied below, Aemond found himself beginning to gain confidence and familiarity up top. Remaining by your side, slightly higher above you, his lean arms now snaked around your waist, in a poor and slight attempt to turn your body more towards him, as his lips remained encased against yours. Although, with Aegon's weight below, pinning you down from turning completely, your upper body remained slightly tilted towards him, one of his hands supporting your back from beneath as to not strain you, whilst the other began to firmly massage the swollen cup of your breast.
"A-Aemond-" You pleasantly whisper, uncertain of whether you wished for the moment to cease nor continue, you could not say. Aegon's tongue encircling your clit, whilst Aemond massaged the sweet spots of your tender breast, you lost the power of your own consciousness, helpless against the actions of the Targaryen brothers.
"Say it, Princess. Say my name, just like that-"
"Aemond" You moaned again, obedient to the younger brother's stern words, that he growled against your ear, it naturally sent a thrill of shivers coursing down your spine. Instinctively, a visceral reaction to the electrifying licking of Aegon's tongue between your inner folds, often grazing over your clit, your hips thrust forward, as your back arched, craving for more.
The oozing remnants of your cum that escaped Aegon's eager, ravenous mouth, would drip through the gaps and crevices down your inner thighs. Traces smothering against Aegon's plump cheeks form the jerky movements the sprung between you two.
"Okay brother, she's ready when you are-" And without a minute to spare, as though the brothers miraculously communicated telepathically, they jumped into action. Aegon breathless, stood himself up from the bed, leaving his younger brother to finish his mess. He attended to himself, hastily wiping his mouth clean with his hand, licking your sweet aftertaste from his fingers, as though he'd just devoured a succulent roast, savouring the moment, as he seated himself by the vacant seat near the dim fireplace. Aemond on the other hand, now positioned himself swiftly over you, his tip hovering over your entrance, before easing himself in. You'd closely noticed he was not as thick as his brother, as you easily took his mass between your folds, he did not stretch you out as his eldest brother would, however his cock was long and veiny, able to bury himself deeper into you.
"Are you okay?" He uttered, his eye fleeting over your tender, flustered face. You hadn't realised the precise moment he'd removed the notorious black, leather eye patch, as now a sapphire gem glistened back at you, in replacement of his lost eye.
"Y-Yes, I'm okay."
Slowly, ever so carefully, Aemond began to pace his thrusts, adjusting to your walls naturally clenching around his cock, you were unaware of whether Aemond had previously laid with a woman or not, although he seemed knowledgable enough to know what was required of him and how it needed to be done...
"Fuck-" He lowly moaned, as he shut his eyes instinctively, gradually beginning to fasten his pace. Aegon was often sloppy and slow when it came to fucking you, occasionally when he was close to his climax did he manage to gather some speed, although being a larger man, his endurance was easily exhausted, and he required periods of rest. Otherwise, he much preferred you working for it.
Aemond on the other hand, was eager to gain momentum himself, rather him putting in the effort. His body began to weight itself down against the forces of gravity, shoving and readjusting himself between your legs. Your arms had instinctively wrapped around Aemond's back, clinging to his muscular shoulders, for steadiness. You took his readjusting as a sign to bend them further up, bringing your knees up forward, as many woman had advised you in private councils, this to be an effective method to successfully take a man's seed.
You ashamedly couldn't bring yourself to turn to face Aegon, uncertain if he watched on closely as his younger brother fucked himself inside his own wife, or if he dared not burn the image into his memory. Regardless, it was happening, and if he wanted to he could've stopped it in a heartbeat, although no protest came from his end.
"Ugh, fuck-" Aemond repeatedly uttered, his breathing more shallow and fast, his head now resting against the side of your head, his grip on your hip and the other behind the crook of your sweaty neck tightened naturally. You mustered all the possible strength and will power you could, to not moan in response to Aemond's penetration, your lips pressed and pursed tightly, against the feeling of his cock throbbing intensely from within, occasionally managing to hit your sweet spot. His long, platinum hair had been he'd tied back into a low ponytail, as to keep it away from irritating your face, although your fingers found their way towards the back of his scalp, eagerly tugging at its roots.
"I'm so fucking close-" He panted, before groaning audibly, you were certain Aegon heard... Almost a bashful look struck across his chiseled, sweaty face, as he failed to maintain eye contact with you, turning to look up towards the head of the bed. It made you blush to think that you were causing such a visceral, feral reaction from the younger Prince.
The feeling of his warm load coating your insides, caused a much anticipated exhale of breath to escape your moist mouth, leaving your chest to heave in exhaustion, as your tits jiggled with each breath. Aemond's remained inside for a few minutes, making sure you took all of his seed well enough, he took the moment to compose his breathing too, as his hands stretched out on each side, cowering over you.
"The deed is done, brother-" Aemond breathlessly, uttered, as now he removed himself from within you, standing himself up off the bed, whilst Aegon returned to your side.
Hastily, he grabbed a set of fluffed pillows, from the head of the bed, positioning them just below your hips and bottom, causing your lower body to incline.
"Stay like this baby, it will help let the seed travel through you." He'd also managed to gather a blanket for you, as he covered your naked self, seating himself by your side, as he prepared a wet cloth to wipe over your forehead.
Still slightly breathless, you couldn't help though feel the hot tears begin to swell and fall from your eyes, as you examined what you had assumed was a dejected look on Aegon's face. You felt immensely guilty, and had wished he had not witnessed what he'd witnessed.
"I-I'm so sorry Aegon, how could you ever look at me the same."
His brows furrowed in haste, saddened once more by your words, he edged himself closer towards you, shushing you easily like a babe.
"Don't you ever think that, Y/N. This was my plan, my decision. I need to know if I am truly the problem, and if so what is to be done. This had to happen baby, do not think otherwise... Be thankful, Aemond was a willing candidate, he will not speak a word of this rest assured."
You stifle your cries, as Aegon parallel wipes away your fallen tears, and the strands of mottled hair. Aemond in the meantime, remains quiet and reserved, occupied with redressing himself, perhaps he too, feels ashamed.
"You promise to stop the drinking, no more ale, or wine or beer. And that you'll see the maester for some cure or remedy?" You persist, as you reach to grab Aegon's hand in yours.
"I promise I will," Aegon utters, leaning down towards you as he plants a soft kiss on your warm forehead, exchanging soft smiles with one another.
You turn to face Aemond with a thankful look, although he immediately cowers his gaze towards the floor.
"Perhaps I should leave-" Aemond awkwardly suggests, his focus fleeting from his brother to you, only to return back towards the ground, the faint sounds of his feet shuffling anxiously.
"Aemond-" You stretch out a hand over towards the mattress, and hesitantly Aemond returns the favour, holding your hand in his.
"I, well- We both do genuinely appreciate you for doing this. I understand it's an unimaginable thing to ask of someone, especially the secrecy that is to come with it, but rest assured... If the Gods do bless me with a child, I shall be honoured for you to remain present in the babe's life."
Aemond slowly nods his head in agreement to your words, a shy smile forming over his handsome, young face as your grip of him tightens reassuringly.
"The honour was mine, that you both entrusted me with this responsibility. I would wish for nothing more than that, thank you, Y/N. Although, I trust you both shall make dutiful, happy parents, by the efforts you both have gone to... The babe shall be blessed with a loving family, indeed."
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Mean! Aemond x Chubby! Martell! Wife (Elilla)
Warnings: Inacurate hotd, Possessiveness, Jealousy, P in V, +18
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Y/N had been in King's Landing for a few months already, since her betrothal to prince Aemond Targaryen. Y/N was ready to fight her parents and go back to Dorne as soon as she stepped foot on King's Landing, as it was a tradition in Dorne to marry for love and not for duty. But as soon as she saw him, she felt in love. He was misterious and knightly but cold and sometimes he had glow in his eye when he saw her that she didn't know if it was lust, hate or what it meant.
He was different from what she had heard back in Dorne, she had heard of the one-eye prince, a monster, terribly cruel. She didn't know him that much but she knew the stories were not true. He was absolutely beautiful and in the short time since their betrothal, he had been nothing but knightly to her, perhaps even, a bit cold, but he took her for shorts walks on the garden or acompany her to read books in the Library. He didn't talk much and Y/N didn't know if he liked her, much less if he loved her. But she tried to let her doubts go as she loved him and Aemond would be her husband rather soon.
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A few days before the wedding, it was decided to hold a feast to celebrate the union of house Targaryen and house Martell, as Y/N's family would come to Kings Landing for the wedding.
Y/N recevived her family happily, she had missed them terribly. Her sister brought her a beautiful dress from Dorne, it was golden, translucent and shined with the light of the sun. Y/N put on the dress and went to the Feast.
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Aemond wasn't particularly fond of these feasts but had to entertain them for the sake of his station, he reminded himself. He sat next to his brother, the King. Aegon had already diminished the wine refills, but his cup kept getting emptied and full again and again. He tried to remain stoic, but then he saw her... His fiance wearing a dress that left little to nothing to the imagination, the way it embraced her curves, the curve of her breast to her belly to her tights, her dark hair falling to her waistline. All the lord of Westeros staring at her, taking advantage of any chance they could to touch her slightly. Aemond was enraged. But Aegon interrupted his thoughts.
-Seven hells, brother. I never thought I'd say this, but I envy you. Would you mind if we share?- Aegon said with a cheeky laugh.
That only made Aemond's blood boil even more. He stood up and walked to her and her family. He greeted them fastly and took his fiance's arm.
-May i have a word, my lady- He said as he took her arm in his hand firmly and cover her with his body as they made their way out of the Great Hall.
As they went out of the Hall, Queen Helaena greeted them as she was just entering the feast.
-Queen Helaena- said Y/N with a smile. Helaena had been absolutely kind and lovely to her.
-Brother, Y/N. Are you already leaving the feast?- asked Helaena.
-We just wanted to walk in the Garden- Aemond said coldly as he kept walking.
Helaena went into the Great Hall and Aemond and Y/N kept walking passing the Gardens.
-Prince Aemond, but we just passed the Garden... -said Y/N.
-Be still Y/N.
With a few more steps, they made their way to Aemond's chamber.
-Leave- said Aemond to the guards. And so they did.
Aemond took Y/N to his chamber and closed the door. He pinned to her to the wall and put his hand around her neck.
-I didn't know I was to marry a whore- He said with coldness in his eye.
-I... What do you mean?... Prince Aemond?
-Can't you see the ways the others stare at you? As they try to touch you? or grace you skin or you hair?- He said looking at her, as his blue eye was growing black.- Can't you see you're exposed?- He said as he ghosted his hands close to her waist.
-I... Its just what we wear in Dorne, it's nothing. I'll change and we can go back to the Feast.
-We're not going back to the Feast.
Aemond's blue eye look almost entirely black. He was looking at her with the same expression she couldn't decipher.
-I must have you- He whispered in her ear.
His voice sending vibrations through her.
-But the wedding...
-I must have you now- He said again, as he kissed her neck and move to her breast.- ābrazȳrys (wife)- He whispered at her bossom.
All this time, she didn't know if he cared about her, loved her or wanted her, as much as she did, but she knew now, she knew the word he spoke, as she had been studying high valyrian all the time she had spend in the library. He had called her his wife.
-Kessa, valzȳrys (yes, husband)- She said between breaths.
That's was all Aemond needed to take her right then and there. Her sweet voice in high valyrian as her breaths became more raggedy only enticing him more. He kissed her hungrily, biting her lower lip.
-Elilla (honey)- He whispered as he tasted her lips, that had been coated with a honey balm. He kept kissing her as she opened her mouth and he started exploring her with his tongue.
Aemond pulled the knife out of his coat and open the dress with a swift cut. Her breast pouring out of the fabric, he threw the knife to the floor and put his right hand on her breast, as he caressed the perk nipple between his fingers, his other hand squeezing the flesh of her waistline. As the fabric of the dress kept falling to the ground, she put her thights around his waistline and he started lapping at her breast sucking and biting softly, making her whimper and moan at his ministrations.
Aemond then moved her to his bed and bare himself before her.
She had read the books in Dorne and King's Landing as to prepare herself, but he was big, too big.
-It's too big...- She said between breaths.
-It's alright, Elilla (honey), trust me- He said as he put his fingers inside her core. Her wetness oozing out of her. She moaned as she felts his long fingers caressing her, making the pleasure pile up in the pit or her belly. But just before she could cum, he removed his fingers.
-Please, valzȳrys, please...
Then, she felt him enter her, she could swear she felt him all the way into her stomach. A burning pain and a burning pleasure mixing together.
Aemond felt her wetness... tight, so tight around him, it felt magnificent. He then moved his hips to pull out and enter her again.
Y/N she felt every part of him as the pain went away and only the pleasure remained. His cock wrapped in her arousal and her blood, as she moaned his name again and again, only making him want her even more. Aemond and Y/N were lost to pleasure as he sucked at her breast and his hand squeezed the flesh of her waistline, as their hips moved in tandem to reach their peak.
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Could you write Aemond as he takes care of his newborn daughter. Maybe something from his pov, his thoughts when she looks at him, smiles at him, giggles in his presence and all feelings washing through him. Him observing her, lulling her to sleep, as many moments of the two of them as possible. Maybe even him already talking to her in High Valyrian so she would be familiar with language since the beginning. Let our hearts melt 💖
But of course! I was in the mood to write this tender moment of dad Aemond and his little girl.
Call this a precursor to when she grows up into a teenager and he has to fight off suitors left and right.
Aemond x fem!reader | dad Aemond | a gentle morning
She was sunshine on a cold winter’s day.
His little dragon. Given to him by the woman he was still awed to call “wife”.
Aemond reached down, smiling as his little daughter clasped his index finger with her tiny fist. Her mouth, so much like his, curled into a toothless grin as she gurgled and cooed up at him.
She was beautiful.
A perfect creation.
Aemond carded his fingers through her soft white curls, her lilac eyes shining with adoration as he lifted her carefully into his arms. She tugged at his own silver hair, chubby fingers probing the side of his face where his sapphire sat.
She seemed entranced by the glittering gemstone, her wide eyes staring in wonder, not fear. Aemond’s throat tightened as he watched her study him, his heart feeling fuller than he ever thought possible.
Aemond bounced his little dragon in his arms, peppering kisses all over her scrunched up face until she giggled, her small fingers tugging at his nose and ears as she laughed wildly.
“Issa qēlos.” Aemond murmured, tucking his daughter under his chin as he held her against his chest. “Ao issi issa glaeson.”
He continued speaking High Valyrian into her soft hair. She had stilled, seemingly intent on listening to the low tone of his voice as he spoke the language of their ancestors.
Aemond turned to the arched window. “Jurnegon.” He pointed, guiding his daughter’s curious gaze to the sprawling city of King’s Landing, the sea sparkling blue far beyond. A dragon, Dreamfyre by the blue hue of her scales, soared above the shimmering waves. Far out, Aemond heard a distant roar. “Zaldrīzes.” He whispered into his daughter’s ear. “Dragon.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head as she cooed at the beautiful creature. “Soon you will ride one of your own. Perhaps I will take you with me atop Vhagar someday.”
“Hopefully not before she is at least a year old, Aemond.”
His smile broadened as he turned to the doorway, his wife looking radiant as she shook her head teasingly at him. “I’ll not allow you to take our infant daughter on a dragon joyride.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” Aemond chuckled, crossing to kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as their daughter shifted to look up at them, her little arms reaching out for her mother.
“She’s hungry.” Y/N said, hoisting the child into her arms and cradling her against her bosom.
Aemond moved back to the window, resting his back against the stone wall as he watched his wife feed their baby. She rocked the little one, looking down at her with radiant adoration as she hummed a soft lullaby.
“You are a wonderful mother.” He murmured.
“Just as you are the best father.” She graced him with one of those smiles that made his heart skip a beat.
She did not know the impact those words had, and Aemond gave nothing away in his expression. To be the kind of father Aemond never had was one of the greatest desires of his life.
Tempering the emotion swelling within him, Aemond strode over to where Y/N still nursed their daughter, embracing her from behind as he kissed her head, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair. His hands trailed from the curves of her waist to cradle where their daughter lay nestled secure in her arms.
She sighed, leaning back into him, tilting her lovely head up to accept the searching kiss he pressed to her honeyed lips. A warm breeze floated through the open window, caressing Aemond’s skin and sending his long hair fluttering over his shoulders, tickling the column of Y/N’s neck. She giggled into his mouth, pulling away only slightly to brush her nose against his.
Their small daughter, now finished with her morning meal, stared up at them sleepily. Aemond brushed a thumb along the corner of her mouth, wiping away a droplet of moisture. “She’s a messy eater.” He mused.
“She gets it from your side of the family.” Y/N teased, readjusting her bodice.
“Undoubtedly.” Aemond agreed.
Their daughter reached out for him with both arms, straining to escape Y/N’s grasp. “It seems like she has an obsession with your hair.” His wife laughed, rolling her eyes as their daughter twined her tiny fingers once more in Aemond’s mussed locks.
“She inherited that from you.” Aemond shot his wife a mischievous glance, wincing slightly at a particularly sharp tug.
She slapped his shoulder playfully. “Oh hush.”
“As well as her strength!” Aemond feigned injury, looking down at the happy face of his little daughter. “You will have the might of ten men, and the stature of one of the Queens of Old Valyria.”
“Perzys se ānogar.” Y/N said softly, drawing Aemond’s lilac gaze to her reverent face.
“Perzys se ānogar.” He echoed. “Fire and blood.”
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I'm back with more daddy!Aeg x daughter x Aemond- canon times
Aemond walked into Aegon's study, where Aegon was reading letters, a plate of lemon cakes on his desk, as he bit into his third one, Aemond slid a letter onto his desk, and Aegon raised a brow. "What's this, brother?" He took the letter.
"It was addressed to my dear niece. From Cregan Stark's son." Aemond said cooly, and Aegon set down his lemon cake and his eyes scanned the letter, his face darkening.
"He dares to ask to court her? My daughter?" Aegon snarled, and got up from his chair.
"I am her father- I am the KING-as if I would allow that brutish Northerner to lay a hand on my little princess," He went on, as Aemond, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, walked with Aegon to her sitting room.
"My spies intercepted the letter before it got to her. It is not the first. It seems our little one has been corresponding with the Stark boy for a while- since he and his father were here last for the Maiden's Day Ball." Aemond told him, which only enraged Aegon more.
"Fucking Stark- trying to seduce my daughter," Aegon muttered as they turned the corner, and the guards pushed both doors open. Her ladies stood and bowed before the King and the Lord Hand, and she smiled sweetly when she saw them. "Daddy, Uncle" She got off her chaise and went over to them.
"Leave. Now." Aemond said to her ladies, who scrambled out at the sound of the Prince's voice.
Aegon showed her the letter, saying, "What is this, little one?" Her face fell.
"I- Rickon is my friend, Daddy," She tried to explain, as Aemond scoffed.
"You know Daddy doesn't entertain such notions, my pet. You've been naughty, leading on the little wolf." Aegon said lowly.
"And bad little girls get punished, don't they brother?" Aemond smirked, and said, "Indeed they do, brother."
Yea she's getting fucked REAL good tonight.
I WANT THIS I NEED THIS!!!!
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Can you please write a sequel to the au where the greens win and Aemond forcibly married his niece where one of their children accuses him of making their mother sad which makes him realise that he has become like his father.
A/N: I hope you like it!
pairing: Dark!Aemond x Niece!reader
summary: sequel to the au where the greens win and Aemond forcibly married his niece where one of their children accuses him of making their mother sad which makes him realise that he has become like his father.
Word count: 1,2K
Warnings: Angst
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"Daddy, why is mommy locked in her room?" Your youngest, Helaera asked innocently. Gaelys, your eldest snapped his head up to look at his father. watching his facial expression, he was never brace enough to ask such a question.
"Whatever do you mean, sweet one? Do you not see your mother in the gardens and during banquets?" Aemond chuckled picking her up to sit on his lap. Your sewing by then had paused, but still you did not dare look up from the tablecloth you were busying yourself with as of lately.
"Yes but otherwise she is locked in her room" She began playing with the buttons on his shirt pouting sadly. Gaelys moved to sit by your side now. He reached over to take your hand in his, you were trembling.
"Darling, your mother made many mistakes and must be punished for them" Aemond kissed her forehead. Her frown deepened and she wiggled out of his arms. She wobbled over to you on her chubby legs, reaching for you to pick her up.
"Come here, love" You put the tablecloth to the side with a smile trying to act as if you did not hear her questions. She giggled as you moved her to sit on your lap.
"Poor mommy, always being punished" she whispered snuggling into your bosom for comfort. Gaelys could not hold himself back, he was about to burst. He stood up from the couch and approached his father with a fire Aemond only saw in dragons.
"You once told us that grandsire Viserys was a horrible man, that he married our grandmother when she was much younger than him and that he never loved her-" Gaelys began. You gasped shocked at his snappy tone. You feared that Aemond would punish him like he did to you for so many years.
"-but you treat mother worse. You lock her up like some animal and only let her out for show. You use your authority on her as if she was some servant, no servants get treated better than her" Gaelys was panting by the end, from anger or loss of breath you did not know. You held your breath awaiting Aemond's outburst, tightening your hold on Helaera fearing she will be also on the receiving end of Aemond's fury for bringing the subject up.
"Go to your room, Gaelys" Aemond ordered, his voice low and angry. Gaelys turned to you begging you with his eyes for you to let him stay.
"Yes and take Helaera with you" You wanted him out of here, you wanted both of them away for when Aemond would let his furry out on you and your body. He has done so before many times.
"Mother-" You cut him off with the famous motherly glare. He sighed but took Helaera from your arms before leaving with his head bowed. You waited for the outburst of yelling and smashing of things but it never came.
Instead Aemond pushed himself slowly from his chair, as if he was fearing scaring you. Still you flinched as he stepped closer making the guilt inside of him twitch like some knife lodged into his side. He crouched down in front of you slowly, his hands softly caressing your knees comforting you.
"Gaelys' words made me realise something" Aemond began softly. You dared to finally look up and into his eyes. All he could see was fear, you even feared looking in his direction. What has he done?
"I am worse than my father" Aemond chocked on his tears. One lone tear trickled down his cheek landing atop his pouty lips. His brows were furrowed at the confusion on your face, you did not believe him capable of caring or even showing the slightest bit of emotions.
"I have become what I hated most" Aemond leaned his head down on her knee. His voice sounded full of despair. You felt conflicted on what to do with him, what to say to him, You could only come with the words "It is okay"
"No tis not!" Aemond jumped to his feet again. He ran a hand through his usual well kept hair, ruining the perfect half up do. He pulled his eyepatch off feeling the leather irritate his skin with his tears.
"I have treated you horribly, the woman I have been in love with since I was ten!" Aemond paced with his hands in his hair, pulling trying to hurt himself. You sat back and watched him break down. Watched him relive every single moment with you, every time he forced himself on you or showed you a side of himself he himself hated.
"I fell for you ever since you defended me during Driftmark. I imagined you to become my wife ever since then. When I learned the ways of the flesh at ten and three it was you I imagined ever since when I touched myself. Ever since I began reading poetry it was with you in mind" He cried. You stood up from the chair approaching him like some scared child. He paused his pacing and faced you, trying to read your facial expression.
"I will not justify what you did nor will I say I forgive you Aemond, what you did is horrible but I will accept that it is from the past for the sake of Gaelys and Helaera" You spoke calmly. Always the collected one in your family. Aemond rubbed his face noticing that you kept your distance, you were disgusted by him and did not want to touch him.
"I will not however tolerate your behaviour any longer, I have had enough, yes Gaelys is right even the servants have a better life than I" You hissed, regaining some of your old fire, but not all, you were tired. You were beaten with no hope. Your hope was now in Gaelys, the heir to throne after Aegon who now had a burned cock and unable to have anymore children.
"I am ready to beg for your forgiveness, my love" Aemond whispered, taking a step closer to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders. You hated the sight of his tears streaming down his face, you sympathised with him, he went through so much from losing his eye to losing his sister but so did you, you lost your brothers and mother.
"I don't want you begging, I want my freedom, I want to have the right to walk around like everyone else not like some animal on a leash. I want to have the right to see my children whenever I want and most importantly I want to go home" You pushed him back. Aemond stumbled a couple of steps back shocked.
"Dragonstone? At once we will go there" Aemond nodded eager to please you, eager to get on your good graces again.
"No, you stay here like the lap dog you are but I will move with my children to Dragonstone" You shook your head coldly. Aemond hiccuped from shock and despair, it was like you grew heartless in a matter of minutes.
"What about me?" He whimpered. He stepped closer to you but you pulled away before eh could touch.
"You stay with your green family and lick the ground they walk on. My children are Targaryens and they will be raised as such with their black and red flag on their castle"
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I Want Another (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: Watching Aemond be a loving father to you child stirs feelings in you. Perhaps it's time to have another baby?
Words: 3,055
Warnings: Breeding, PIV
You sit by the fire and watch as your husband Aemond cradles your daughter to his chest.
He is blissfully unaware that he’s captivated your attention because his is solely on the child in his arms. Lately, this had become a nightly routine of his. Every night, just before it was time to put her to bed, Aemond would scoop her up and attempt to teach her Valyrian.
His efforts weren’t very successful considering that she had only recently celebrated her second name day, but that didn’t deter him from his task. Anytime you would tell him that she was far too young, he would simply say–
“The earlier she starts learning, the easier it’ll be when she’s older.”
You suppose he was right.
Not that you mind him teaching her.
Especially not when it grants you a front row seat to father and daughter bonding with one another. It warms your heart to watch, but it also leaves you aching.Aching for something that you still couldn’t seem to ask your husband for.
“Come on, my love. Say it for me? I’m your?”
The sound of his velvety voice brings your focus back to the pair before you, and you smile. This is the third night in a row of him teaching her the words for father and mother.
Aemond pauses to see if she’ll respond, but instead, she twines locks of his hair between chubby fingers and giggles.
“Kepa,” he answers for her. “Say ‘kepa’.”
The second time he says the word, he slows down the pronunciation of each syllable in hopes that it’ll help her to mimic him.
However, the string of sounds that come from her mouth is clearly not Valyrian for ‘father’.
You would think that one would be frustrated after so many failed attempts, but not your dragon prince.
The fire of the Targaryens might run through his veins, but not once has he even raised his voice to the child. He’s such a good father and an even better husband.
“Kepa,” you speak up, earning you Ameond’s attention.
Pride shines in his eye at your proper pronunciation.
“Well at least someone in this room is benefiting from my lessons.”
You can’t help but chuckle. The mirth in his tone is evident, but you know him well enough to sense that he’s starting to feel like his efforts are fruitless.
“You are an excellent teacher, husband. She’ll be speaking full Valyrian by her third name day.”
He nods with a smile–a silent thank you for your bout of confidence. He points a finger in your direction so that your daughter looks at you.
“Who’s that my love? Come on, you remember how to say ‘mother’ don’t you?”
Knowing he’s unlikely to receive an answer you speak up instead.
“Mhysa.”
His piercing lilac colored eye focuses on you. He’s equally surprised as he is pleased. And nothing leaves you quaking more than pleasing your husband.
“My wife has been paying attention.”
“To you, Aemond? Always.” You don’t mean to sound as breathless as you do, but it’s obvious enough for the man before you to notice.
With his signature sly grin, he prowls towards you. He takes his time, not once looking away. You almost sink back into the chair you sit in. Not because you’re afraid, but because he stalks you like a hunter stalks its prey.
Once he’s standing over you, he leans in to capture your lips with his own. You tilt your chin up to meet the kiss.
He’s inches away.
Another moment and your mouths would be connected.
“Mhysa!”
The giggling bubbly voice of your daughter rings out, halting both you and Aemond in your spots.
She’s still in his arms and seems to be determined for the focus to remain on her.
“Did she just?” He stops short, straightening back with his eye blown wide.
Tiny hands reach out to you, squiggling in her father’s arms to get to you.
“Mhysa!” she shouts again but this time with more urgency.
Her want for you has you springing into action. You stand so you can take her into your arms.
“My smart girl, that’s right, Mhysa is right here.” You use the tip of your nose to nuzzle her smaller one, earning you a new fit of giggles.
You smugly look over at Aemond. “All that hard work and it would seem our daughter likes me best.”
“You dare make jokes about your Targaryen Prince?”
To anyone else his tone would be interpreted as a warning, but you know your husband and all his games. This one is a favorite for you both. The dominating prince and his penitent wife. Aemond never truly needed a reason to reprimand you. You were his sweet, loving wife, but that didn’t mean that the two of you didn’t enjoy playing pretend and being a little rough with one another.
You bow your head in respect, “Of course not, my Prince. Please accept my deepest apologies.”
Aemond steps forward and takes your daughter from your arms.
“Go get yourself ready for bed while I put the little one to sleep.”
Your eyes flick upward to look at your husband’s face. What you find there is a predatory look and a grin that almost gleams.
“Then we’ll see how sorry you really are.”
You swallow thickly and manage a nod before Aemond whisks off towards the nursery.
Excitement coils in your belly. You know what’s coming, and you can hardly stand to wait. Not knowing how long it’ll take him to return, you quickly make your way into your shared bed chamber.
Your mind races with possibilities. All the things you could do to soothe your husband. Your fingers shake as you undress and wash for bed. The entire time you imagine Aemond���s hand around your throat while thrusting into you and taking out his frustrations on your cunt.
Perhaps tonight would result in another child.
The thought freezes you in place.
By the Gods, do you want that more than anything else.
You ache for it.
Throb for it.
If you couldn’t get these feelings under control, then surely you would need to tell Aemond the truth.
You go to grab your nightdress, but a sinful little voice whispers in your ear—telling you to leave yourself bare beneath your robe. You usually weren’t so forward, but imagining your husband’s surprise is too tempting to give up.
With one last look in the mirror, you tie the sash of your robe into place and crawl into bed. Your hands fidget in your lap as you wait for Aemond to appear.
The moment he enters the room, you’re on your feet. He starts making his way over to where you stand, but you meet him halfway at the foot of the bed. You let the robe fall from your body, revealing your bare skin.
Aemond raises his brow, amusement and intrigue brightening the beautifully sculpted features of his face.
You sink down onto the stone floor to kneel before him with your head bowed in submission.
“I wish to earn my husband’s forgivness.”
Standing over you, he cups your chin in his hand, turning it so your eyes meet.
“Tell me, how do you plan on gaining such a thing?”
Your mouth opens, but no words come.
“Come now, you know your husband is a forgiving man. Tell me what thoughts are swirling around in that pretty head of yours.”
Perhaps if you weren’t so caught up in fantasies you’d be able to come up with some quick witted reply. However, you’re left feeling defenseless so instead honesty pours freely like wine.
“I want to give my Prince a son.”
His body goes rigid as he stares down at you. He’s so still that you aren’t sure he’s breathing.
“Do not jest about such things.”
“I’m not, Aemond. I swear.” You sit up onto your knees so your hands can grip his hips. “I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about having another child. I just…wasn’t sure how to tell you.”
He bends and helps pull you to your feet until your bare body is pressed flushed to his clothed one. The feeling of his leather jerkin has you shivering. He holds you so closely that the hilt of the dagger attached to his belt bites into your soft skin.
“You never have to hide anything from me. You know that, don’t you?”
His tone is gentle, as if he’s seeking reassurance that he hasn’t inadvertently done something to give you cause to conceal your desires.
You rise up onto your toes and leave a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I know. I wasn’t hiding. I think I was unsure how to bring it up…but it is what I want.”
Your arms drape across his shoulders, wrists crossing at the base of his skull while you press your face to his ear and whisper.
“I want another baby.”
His own hands wander down the sides of your curves, but it isn’t until you hotly breathe your wish into his ear that he grabs your ass in both hands. If there had been any distance between the two of you before, there isn’t any now. He grinds against you, letting you feel his already hard cock through his pants.
When he speaks again, it is nothing more than a growl.
“Then I suppose I should fuck one into you.”
You don’t have time to react before being lifted off the ground. Out of instinct, you yelp and cling to him in fear, but you know that Aemond would never drop you.
He carries you to the bed and lays you down atop it before taking a step back to rid himself of his clothes. You’re thankful that you’re already naked so that you can enjoy watching your husband’s flesh be revealed to you.
But soon watching isn’t enough. You’d rather touch….
You start to sit up but two words from Aemond is all it takes to halt all movements.
“Show me.”
He doesn’t need to explain. You already know what he wants. You part your legs, knees falling open to expose your sex to him.
Your reward is a breathy grunt that sounds more beast than man. His long fingers find themselves tangled within the laces of his breaches, but the moment his cock is free, Aemond is on you.
He easily pins you beneath him and crashes his mouth down onto yours. There’s nothing between your bodies, allowing you both to grind against one another.
His hand finds its way to your neck and wraps his long fingers around your throat. He moans against your mouth and bucks particularly hard against you.
“I can feel how wet that cunt of yours is.” He nips at your bottom lip, causing you to whine. “You’re soaked.”
You nod, clawing at his back. “I need you, my Prince. Please?”
He breathlessly chuckles and grips the base of his cock so he can tease your slit with the tip. “Is this what my sweet wife needs?”
Your hips arch off the bed in an attempt to get him inside, but he’s enjoying this far too much to give in so quickly. Teasing you when you’re this desperate is one of his favorite pastimes.
“Aemond.” You try again with wide pleading eyes, “Please? For our baby.”
That gets him.
He fills you so suddenly that you gasp, your mouth opening into a tiny ‘o’ shape. He’s always fit you so perfectly. Even on your wedding night, when he first took you to bed. The pain had been there, but it had blossomed into a feeling of wholeness.
Now is no different. You feel complete now that he’s buried inside you.
“You’re always so damn tight.” He hisses above you with his eye screwed tightly shut.
He places one hand beside your head to hold himself up, so the other can grip your hip. His movements start slow, simply allowing himself to enjoy your warmth as he works up a steady rhythm.
Your own hands grab at his shoulders and forearms, trying to pull him deeper into you. The little desperate sounds you make catches his attention, his eye opens to stare down at you.
You coo his name, causing him to smile and lean in to crash his lips to yours.
For all the walls he puts up for the outside world, with you he is his true self.
Loving, considerate, and—
His pace picks up, hips sharply thrusting to get every inch of his cock buried inside you. You’re certain he’s attempting to reach the opening of your womb.
Either way, it has you crying out against his mouth.
“That’s it, wife. Scream my name so the entire Red Keep hears you.”
He rears up so the hand on your hip can instead dive between your bodies to stroke your clit. The rough pads of his fingertips have your legs wrapping around his waist with your ankles locking at the base of his spine, using them to grind into his touch.
“So needy.”
This isn’t said as criticism, but as praise.
If there’s anything Aemond Targaryen loves, it’s making his wife desperately thrash beneath him.
He adores that his hunger for you matches your hunger for him.
Sweat beads across his brow as a wet slapping sound fills your shared bedchamber. Once, that sound would mortify you and make you feel unladylike. But now you recognize it as the music your bodies make together.
“Please don’t stop. F-Feels so good!”
“Never,” he assures you through clenched teeth. His own pleasure starts to overtake him, but he’d never allow himself release before his wife.
His nimble fingers work faster over your clit. The tiny bud seems to throb beneath his touch. The sounds emitting from you change, becoming more high pitched and breathless.
Aemond knows what that means, that you’re close.
“Yes, my love. Let it happen. Cum for me.”
You want to…desperately.
Not only to obey his command, but because your body craves it.
There’s just one problem.
A single item that keeps you from fully being intimate with your husband.
Your hand shoots to snatch the leather strap of his eyepatch, but on instinct Aemond jerks his head back. As close as the two of you are, he still finds it difficult to reveal his scar.
The bitterness he feels towards his nephews for the loss of his eye runs deep. Not even your tender affection could heal such wounds.
But still you reach up once more.
This time he growls, the movement of his hips and fingers faltering as he gives you a stern look.
“Please don’t hide from me. Not now.” You cup his right cheek, but don’t make another move to remove the eyepatch. “I want to see all of you while you give me your son.”
He gives in with a sigh. Denying you isn’t an easy task, but being balls deep inside you makes it impossible. He leans his face into your palm, letting your fingers slip under the leather and pull the eyepatch from his face.
You toss it away with a smile, pleased that you can now see him completely.
The sapphire that replaces his eye shines, the fire from the candles reflecting in it. Still smiling, you sit up and kiss him.
He doesn’t understand why you find his bare face so beautiful. He never has, but that doesn’t alter your feelings or stop you from rolling your lower body into his.
Your cunt is so warm and wet as it clenches around his length. He moans your name and resumes thrusting into you.
“Yes, Aemond, yes! Fill my womb! Give me our baby.”
“Gods, when you talk like that.” He grunts, setting a rougher pace than before, while his fingers rub your clit in slick circles.
You let out a lewd moan as your back arches. A tightness blooms in your lower belly. You’re so close to your peak. You couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to.
Aemond works your body with the skill that only a husband could have knowledge of. No one else knows your body as well as he does.
His cock hits you deep while his fingers apply the perfect amount of pressure to your clit.
You stumble over his name, trying to alert him of your impending orgasm, but your words aren’t needed.
“I know, sweet one. Let me feel you cum for me and I’ll give you what you desire.”
This time nothing stops you from obeying. Your body gives in, feeling like it’s being tossed along the shore line as your release wracks through you.
You cry out, chant his name and thrash beneath him, but Aemond keeps you steady, fucking you through it all as he reaches his own climax.
He snarls, body going rigid while his cum fills your depths.
He looks ferocious, like the dragon he rides.
You dreamily grin at the thought, because you’re so proud to call him your own.
He stays buried inside you long after his cock has softened, wanting to ensure that his seed stays where it needs.
It’s only when he can no longer hold himself up that he slips out and falls beside you onto the bed.
You both catch your breath. He, laying on his side, and you, on your back.
After refilling his lungs with air, he tugs on your hip so you’ll turn on your side to face him. He looks thoroughly disheveled, with his silver white locks in matted knots.
You’re certain he’ll need help brushing them out in the morning.
He attempts to smooth down your own hair before tucking a strand behind your ear. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one with knots in their hair. Not that you mind when your limbs feel weightless.
Aemond attempts to suppress a yawn, but none the less you notice. You snuggle in closer as he pulls the blankets over the both of you.
“Is my wife feeling alright?”
You smile at his gentle tone. Even on the precipice of sleep, he still puts your wellbeing first. You take one of his hands and place it atop your belly, where his seed is hopefully already started to take root.
“Never better, my Prince.”
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Rating: Explicit
Pairing: King Aegon II x Queen!Reader x Aemond
Tags: Threesome, King!Aegon, issues galore, pillow princess big BABY Aegon, Aemond hanging dong, poorly concealed jealousy of being a second son, face sitting, f/m/m, anal sex, humiliation kink, feminization, Aegon’s like pre-chubby, spanking, switch Aeg, wee bit of Angst at the end
Aegon writhed atop silken sheets, amongst other fineries imported to the Keep from Lys to Qaarth. His pretty face was flushed, crown askew, big violet eyes glassy. Drunken to an extent, not enough to deny a good thorough fucking. You teasingly snatched the crown, placing it upon Aemond’s silky strands. He eyed you quizzically, Aegon slurring underneath, “Realll fuh’kin funny.”
Aemond slapped one of Aegon’s soft thighs, big hand leaving a pretty blooming mark. He sneered, “Even your lady wife thinks I look better in it.” The spare’s cock bobbed as he shifted between feminine thighs, blessed was he by the Father for that monstrosity of a cock. The ‘king’ whined petulantly, casting his orbs towards you, long lashes clumped and wet.
“He does make an imposing figure with the crown my love,” you shrugged.
Aegon’s plump lips pulled back into a snarl, hand coming up to slap Aemond— alas, too drunken and slow was he. You raised a brow, growing more excited, squeezing your thighs together to dull the ache. The younger brother laughed meanly, pinning Aegon’s weaker arms above his head, long fingers wrapping skinny wrists up tight.
Aem bitterly sniffed, “Been easier if you were a girl, although your arse is tight as a cunt and you’ve been,” he smirked toward you, “filling out nicely.” Aegon whimpered at that, shame making the softling struggle as his brother lapped at a puffy nipple. Violet eyes begged for you, frantic uttering slipping through wine-stained lips, “Wha-ah-at is he talking about? Gods!”
Aegon’s back arched when the lanky man between his legs rubbed their cocks together in a hot drag. You crawled closer, carding gentle hands through your husband’s tousled hair. Pecking his panting pout you murmured with a squeeze to his soft hip, “Filling out like a proper lady he means, might need to borrow my corset dear, don’t want to appear slovenly.”
Fresh pretty tears leaked from his orbs, Aemond grabbing a handful of the pudge on his still small waist. He nipped at his brother’s neck, murmuring in a low rasp, “Glutton. Better curb it before you break a belt.” Aegon cried out sharply, spreading his legs, arching his back like the little whore he was.
“There’s my sweet slut,” you cooed, passing Aemond the phial of oil. He thanked you before asking, “You want to open him up or me?” Reclining backward to lay next to your husband you purred, “No, no, go ahead, want to see him cry some more before I have my fun.” Aemond dutifully nodded, slapping the back of Aegon’s thighs to get them higher up.
Aegon stared at you, lips trembling, head fuzzy with drink and arousal. Petting his hair again you pressed a saccharine kiss to his sweaty forehead, stroking back errant curls. The slick sounds of Aemond slathering oil on Aegon’s hole had the king gasp and mewl your name.
“Oh hush, you’re such a whiny babe, when has brother dearest not taken care of you? Spoilt thing.”
He moaned softly, lashes fluttering as Aemond’s long fingers circled his hole. You stroked Aegon's sensitive neck and chest, pulling at a rosy nipple to distract from any discomfort. It had been a while since anyone had time for simple pleasures such as these, especially for the younger brother.
Aegon’s back arching again notified you that Aemond had breached him. You raised a brow at the other, eyes glancing at his use of two fingers off the get. He dismissed the concern with a scoff, “Seems fine to me.” He wasn’t wrong, your husband’s pretty cock was leaking over his milky white stomach.
Aemond lazily stretched out his elder until Aegon was begging, “Aem, Aem, come onnnn, pleaseeee!” His curls were matted down with sweat, sweet thighs trembling with need. You kissed his blubbering lips, casting a glare on the crowned blonde. The game’s up, goodbrother.
Aemond huffed in amusement, pulling his fingers out to wipe on the rumpled bed. He hissed in pleasure slathering up that purpling swollen cock. Aegon whined his brother’s name again, clumsily fumbling to shove a pillow under his ass, spreading wider.
“Seven hells sweetheart,” you swore, cunt clenching again. Your own skin was hot and beginning to bead with sweat— the heat of the room and delicious spread before you was stifling.
Aemond grunted a bit as he got into a good position, planting his knees and guiding his cock towards Aeg’s greedy hole. You coddled your husband as his violet eyes bulged and rolled, the blunt tip of his little brother’s cock forcing its way in.
Aemond’s hair flopped forward in a shiny curtain, hunching a bit as he eased himself with little hitches of breath, moaning softly when his trim hips met the fatty flesh of Aegon’s backside and upper thighs. Aemond’s head fell back some, a sharp grin twisting his features. He breathed, “Ah brother, somehow you stay like a glove. Tight cunt for a whore.”
You plastered yourself to your drooling husband, his chest heaving, slurring, “s’full.” You smiled and swiped a thumb across his wet lips, “Mhm, goodbrother does a good job filling your slutty ass up. Fucking all those little thoughts out of your head.”
“If there is any, goodsister.”
“Are you going to fuck him or be an ass?”
Aemond snorted and pulled back to thrust sharply into Aegon, punching a lurid cry out of his puffy lips. The younger didn’t waste any time, roughly fucking Aegon, biting his slim lips, one eye closed in pleasure. Your husband was a wreck per usual, his brother’s cock split the poor thing wide open— no escape from the drag across that sensitive little gland in his ass.
Aemond snarled, “Taking me well, doesn’t it just look splendid, what a real king looks like- ah- taking what’s his. A bratty sister-wife.”
Aegon blubbered a weak reply, seeking the comfort of your body, lips suckling at your lips and neck sloppily. You playfully flattened your hand over his bouncing cock, rubbing it gently.
“Ohh- oh fuck- mmm s’good s’good,” he babbled deliriously, blinking more tears down his ruby splotched cheeks. He was shaking, pitch too high, signs of an early orgasm. You couldn’t have that. You’d gotten enough of an eyeful, getting onto your haunches.
“Aegon, don’t you dare yet,” you chided, smacking his cock roughly. Aemond laughed as your husband howled and squirmed in pain. He had to be held tight by Aem’s hands. Grabbing Aegon’s full cheeks you asked, sweeter now, “Think you can eat my cunt? Got enough brains in your slutty head for that?”
He nodded with a soft noise, hands fisting the covers relocated to your hips. You straddled his gorgeous face, now eye to eye with Aemond’s smug look. Aegon grasped your plump thighs and began to lap eagerly, moaning in delight. You shuddered, placing hands on Aegon’s fleshy hips.
Aegon was good in the sack, regardless of these nights where the now-king got wrecked. He knew your cunt quite well. Currently, he took his time digging a fat tongue into your hole, slurping up essence. You fell forward a bit with a moan, eyes still plastered upon Aemond’s regal look.
Aem rumbled, “Hm, aren’t you a treat, my queen.” The tall blonde leaned forward to capture your waiting lips, lapping upwards and nipping a swollen top lip. Aegon chose the idea to whine into your pussy, delicious vibrations arching your back, pushing budded tits forward.
Aemond swallowed up your noise, passionately sharing himself and kin with you. One of his lengthy calloused hands cupped your tit, rough thumb swiping across nerves. Aegon thrust up to no avail when you squeezed around his face, body assaulted by your clit and sensitive nipples being played with. You mewled, “Gods, Aemond, Aegon, ah!”
Your husband was digging his fingers into your ample thighs, moaning and yelling, barely muffled at this point. You were helplessly shying away, the pleasure reaching a point of near-pain. At the same time, Aegon pulled you down and Aemond pushed you flush to his brother’s face.
Aemond growled, “Wanna see you come undone on the little whore’s face, keep that ass down.”
You nodded with a whine, hands trembling, reaching, pulling the younger further for more kisses as Aegon suckled roughly, sending a gush of slickness on his face. You wailed, Aemond humming, “Ah, there we go, darling queen. Back to our whore now?” The whore in question was fit to blow, his prick veined and throbbing, balls tight. He made a confused sound as you began to lift up.
In a dazed movement, you fell off Aegon’s wet mouth, gathering wits, eyes tiredly watching Aemond bend the true king in half, smacking a pert ass. He nuzzled at Aegon’s sweat lined throat, lapping and biting without shame. You rolled onto your belly blearily, hand snaking to the elder’s cock, thumbing the tip in rough circles.
Aegon shivered from head to toe, fully sobbing now. Aemond pressed the sniffling king, “Say it, say it dear, who wears the crown?” It was about three more punishing smacks before Aegon moaned loud and long, emptying all over your hand and his creased belly. He cried harder now, sniveling for his wife.
Aemond grunted, groaned softly under his breath, murmuring nonsense as he unloaded into his brother’s ass. The younger took off the crown and gently placed it aside, sitting back on his haunches, panting. Aegon had already enveloped your form like a blanket, sniffling into your tits.
You stroked his hair and smiled gently, cooing. Looking up at Aemond you asked, “Sticking around? I can braid your hair up if you’d like?”
He was already tying it halfway up, eye-patch secured quickly. Aemond shook his head and stated, “A kind gesture, I’ll be taking my leave.” You frowned a bit, absently petting Aeg’s curls. Aemond’s remaining eye glanced at the dozing Aegon, mouth twisting ever-so-slightly.
“I’ll be fine my queen, get some rest, see you in the morn.”
You knew him well enough to not say another word as the spare got dressed and exited, door closing quietly. Thumbing at Aegon’s cheeks, you hoped Aemond would stick around some time. Both of you loved him dearly.
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