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lovelykhaleesiii · 28 days

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Can I please request thiccc Aegon being obsessed with eating his wife’s pussy

Appetite

PAIRING: Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 1,102.

WARNINGS: female oral receiving, swearing, chubby!aegon ii, stomach riding, teasing.

A/N - apologies for the long wait. although this request was too delicious. hope you enjoy x

It was no discrete feat that your beloved husband, Aegon the Second, was known for his grand appetite.

As a young prince, suffering the constant scrutiny of the burden of high expectations, as the eldest sibling and the potential heir, Aegon sought comfort in the company of women, and most often food... With maturity, transforming from a scrawny figure, as his body grew so did his stomach. Much more portly and round, more visible softer edges and a pooling stomach that grew further out of his waistline, Aegon, handsome nonetheless, was a formidable figure.

And as his wife, it was your duty to uphold favors for your husband...

"Today could not have been more unbearable. This family of mine continues to prove to be a complete pain and bore—” Aegon cooly whimpers, his rotund body waddling its way towards you ever so slowly from the doorway, his familiar, heavy footsteps echoing between the stony walls of your shared chambers.

"Is that so? Does your Grandsire still talk your ear off in pursuit with talks of you being King? Has Cole worn you out with your royal training? Mayhaps you’ve grown lazy, as you spend more time shoving that pretty mouth of yours full.”

Aegon’s thick arms snake around your waist, pulling you inch by inch closer towards his larger frame, the warmth radiating from him. Your breasts press against his plump chest, pushing your cleavage upward, only a teasing distance away from Aegon’s face.

“Must you always tease me? You and I both know just how much you rather enjoy this pretty mouth of mine… Although, your absence was greatly felt today. I could not stop thinking about you and…”

"Hmm, and what, Aegon?" You seducingly whisper, your lips ever so lightly grazing against Aegon's plump mouth, as your grip tightens around his clothed, excess adipose.

"That pretty, tight cunt of yours."

With only a mutual exchange of beaming smiles and darting eyes, you found yourself comfortably sat atop your husband's curvaceous hips: feeling the growing stiffness bulging beneath his trousers, the more you shifted and pressed your aching cunt against it, the more it stirred. Earning a groan or two, Aegon sat shirtless, his soft, wife belly exposed, tits growing exponentially, you could practically hold them by the handful.

"Up, baby- I need you now. But turn around. We're doing this a little differently."

It took you a minute or two, steadying yourself with your back facing towards Aegon, as you carefully aligned and planted your exposed bare cunt onto his ravenous mouth. His lips felt moist against yours, although adamant on sucking, his latch was strong feeling his thick, warm tongue slither between your throbbing, velvet folds.

His deep moans, although muffled, were penetrable enough to hear, his grip tightening, a hand clasped at each of your thighs: you felt secure atop of him, as your husband kept you confined in place. Uncertain of your stance however, for this was a first, naturally your hands fell onto his meaty rolls, manoeuvring between the plump folds of his sides, and his ample tits.

"Gotten s-so, s-so big I can practically h-hold onto these t-teats to keep me s-steady, y-your Grace-"

"K-Keep it up, a-and you'll have the most g-gracious tits th-than all the m-maidens, I-I fear."

Your jaunts and jabs seemed only to heighten Aegon's lustful drive, his head pushing in further against your backside as his hands gestured your lap to fall deeper against him: his eager tongue delved deeper between your walls, gently biting at the tender skin of your entrance. Naturally, your nails clawed and dug deeper against the paleness of his paunchy blubber, leaving remnants of red marks to grow visible instead.

Your mind no longer coherent, felt senseless and weak in such a vulnerable position, whimpering for your husband, begging aloud his name, as your cunt began to ooze eagerly with your wetness. Hearing the messy, sloppy sounds as Aegon hungrily devoured and slurped at every inch of your cunt, savouring your delectable flavour, his grand appetite did not cease either in the bedroom...

"S-So fucking good- No craving in the world could appease me, only that of my wife's glorious fucking cunt."

Your elbows grew weary, your inner thighs trembling as the strength you mustered to keep balanced lessened: Aegon kept you secured against him, his hold unmatched you endured the feast he devoured of you.

"Now, my baby's turn. I bet this aching cunt is dying to feel this against her clit- Don't think I didn't feel you groping me that entire time. You love me being fat."

As you delicately shifted yourself to face Aegon, his stocky arms guiding you with assistance, you now sat atop his lap, gazing upon his handsome face, and the glistening, milky film that intoxicated his pouty lips.

"Taste it, my love. Taste yourself. Taste how divine you are, I can never get enough of it."

With impeccable obedience, your lips instinctively plummeted against Aegon's, his tongue remaining ever so keen, pushing through into your mouth, entwining with your own: a sneaky grin echoed across his lips pressed against yours, as you devoured yourself.

Preoccupied, Aegon's meaty forearms, had snaked their way once more around your tender thighs, lifting you gently upwards, nestling you atop his round, rotund belly. Your slick cunt leaves the residue mixture of your ooze with Aegon's own saliva, a glistening trail against the fleshy, fair skin of his prominent gut. Your pace slow, only began to quick as your steady breathing began to hasten with excitement. Your nails once more, digging into the soft flesh of his broad shoulders, claw marks like of some untamed animal, grew vibrant red in contrast with the paleness of his Valyrian skin.

"Mhmm- my beloved, you were so quick to taunt at how fat and round I have become and yet you crumble at the mere sight of me. Look at you, bouncing on this gut, as if you bounce on my cock. Need I grow fatter for you to accept that you relish in lying and mating with a fat man."

"A-Aeg- N-Not just any fat man... J-Just you, my G-Grace. I l-love you for th-this and s-so much more."

The natural friction brewing from beneath, a potent heat feverish against your inner thighs and entrance, against the portly double belly of your husband: feeling his fat meekly squirm between your folds was enough to ripen an excitement only your husband's cock could genuinely deliver. Falling into his cosy embrace, you shared the rest of the evening welcoming dusk in the intimate seize of your husband.

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luverboychris · 2 months

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𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑷𝑻. 2 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

IN WHICH.. things become complicated when two friends in the same group like you. one being your secret fuck buddy.

dom!matt x fem reader, secret fuckbuddy, fingering. — 2.8k words

read part 1 if you haven’t already

nerves rush to your core as you prepare yourself for a long and excruciating night. you got stuck in a ‘double date’ with cole, and matt bringing along the girl from the bar. not only did you know you had to contain your jealousy all night, you had to be nice and friendly to matt to not cause further problems.

you were all going to an arcade with drinks, games, and your absolute favorite— pool. what could go wrong? you knew you were strong enough to go one night without getting jealous, without daydreaming about how matt talks with his veiny hands, the way he fixes his hair at any giving moment….

“after you m’lady.” cole says while opening the door for you. you nod your head and flash him a smile as you walk inside the arcade.

cole trails right behind you before he gets shoulder to shoulder with you. “they have to be here already, and matt probably finished all the points we have on the card.” he laughs.

you cross your arms, attempting to warm up your chilly body because too many thoughts were running through your head. and of course, every thought had something to do with matt.

you wonder what he decided to wear tonight.. if he's flirted with this girl yet.. if he's thinking about you instead when he hears her laugh. because you know one time matt mentioned that he craves to make you laugh..

cole points and smiles when he finally sees matt across the arcade “ahh there he is!” he exclaims. you attempt to pause your thoughts, looking to where he is pointing.

there. there was matt and the girl playing pool together. this shouldn’t have had made you as mad as it did. maybe it did because he knows how much you adore playing pool. or maybe because you see them laughing away when she accidentally hits his ball in. god, this sight physically pained you.

you try to calm yourself down by interlinking your arms with cole’s as you walk over to the pool table. before you or cole were able to let out a word to get their attention, matt looks up from the table to you both. you catch his eyes go from you, down to your arms that were now inked with his friends. matt licks his lips, fidgeting with the pool stick in his hand.

“happy you guys made it.” matt throws out into the air. was he really happy though? because his facial expressions said otherwise.

cole unlocks your arms so he can dap up matt. “sorry for being late.. y/n wouldn’t come out of her dorm.” he laughs. you playfully roll your eyes. it wasn’t your fault you were trying to look good tonight.. but for the person who wasn’t your date.

and fuck why did matt have to look so good? matt purposely wore this exact baseball hat tonight because he remembered the time you told him it turns you on. and it was working.. the way his brunette curls were popping out on each side of his hat was your favorite part about the look.

but you couldn’t even talk because you also purposely wore something that you knew matt would get riled up for. a pair of jeans that you own that are matt's absolute favorite. he loves how it hugs your hips.. how your ass looks in them. he just wants to slap it any chance he can get, and it was killing him that he couldn’t do it right now.

you and cole join in on the pool game, playing against them. you grab the pool stick and bend down towards the green fabric table, finding a good position to get your striped ball in.

“wait here, do this..” cole says, walking behind you and wrapping his arm over yours to assist you. you feel his whole body pressed against your back, making you turn your head back to look at him because you weren’t expecting it.

the moment his arm went over yours, matt’s face went entirely red as he paced from side to side. he licks his teeth, causing a tsk to escape his pink lips. he was fucking furious, raging with jealousy.

“like this?” you ask. you didn’t mean for it to come out seductively, but it did. and of course matt heard the tone of it, making him even more mad.

“exactly like that y/n.” cole whispers in your ear. the way matt wanted to rip cole’s hands off you immediately, he was getting sick to his stomach seeing this.

“i think that’s enough.” matt snaps, “i’m pretty sure she knows how to play.” he adds with such snark.

possessive matt. so damn attractive.

cole says nothing but laughs, walking backwards from you. you lift your eyes up to see matt across the pool table. the lamp above making his jawline stand out more than usual. your low cut white shirt making your chest openly exposed for his eyes only. it was making him go absolutely crazy. he wanted to pull all your clothes off and fuck you on the pool table right then and there.

his brain was honestly about to explode at this point. he thought you looked so sexy playing pool, especially when you pull your arm back and hit your ball directly into the pocket.

“damn babe!” cole exclaims, going in to kiss your cheek. while matt is poking his cheek with his tongue, trying to hold himself together.

“ya, nice shot y/n.” matt mutters. you throw them both a thank you. but you weren’t dumb, you know all of this was getting to matt and you were thoroughly enjoying it.

matt’s date takes her turn, having difficulty in holding the pool stick. you would think matt would help her like cole did with you in order to get back at you for your flirting.. but he didn’t even move from his spot.

instead, the kindness of cole helped her out. cole was into helping her, as they both were deeply concentrated on the game. you watch them, then matt starts to creep his way to stand next to you. you look up to give him a quick glance before focusing back on the game.

matt couldn’t help but bite his lip, you were turning him on without even trying at this point. his intrusive thoughts got to the best of him as he sneakily brought his tattoo’d arm down to your ass. you flinch at the contact, throwing him a widened eye gaze.

“let me.” he whispered to you. you look around, seeing everyone engaged in their own conversations and playing arcade games. you switch your eyes onto cole and matt’s date.. seeing him still help her.

you gulp, looking down at the floor. he keeps his hand there, gripping your ass before smacking it lightly but still enough for you to feel the burning sensation from his big hands.

“you fucking tease.” he mumbles, as he goes in to slap your ass again. he wanted to do this all night.

“stop it before someone catches us.” you mutter to him.

“look me in the eyes and tell me you actually want me to stop.” he says. his hand still pressed against your ass. chills form all over your body with how flustered you were.

you don’t look at him, still watching the game trying not to cause a scene around you two. he grins, “look at you.. not even able to make eye contact with me.” he whispers.

“matt.. shut up.” you say through your teeth. his hand makes his way up to your waist, rubbing your skin underneath your white tanktop.

“absolutely not.” he says. he just knew exactly the right buttons to push when it came to you.

you started to become anxious, actually feeling like one of them would catch him being all over you. so, you grab his hand from your back and pull it off you.

couple hours later after, stuffed from all the food and tired from all the arcade games you played.. it was finally time to leave.

“i had so much fun.” matt’s date says. you didn’t want to come off mean so you smiled and agreed. but, you hated her guts. any girl who was remotely close with matt, you hated.

you four walk out of the place, standing in front of the arcade. cole intertwines his fingers with yours, as he looks at you.

“i’m really sorry but i have to drop something off at my parents before i take you back y/n, is that okay?.” cole says.

“that’s totally fine—”

matt cuts you off, “you know, i can take her back to her dorm. not a problem with me.”

“wow you sure man? thanks.” cole replies, patting matt’s shoulder with a smile.

“no need to thank me.” matt says. if anything, matt wanted to thank him for finally letting him have the opportunity to be alone with you.

you all walk to the parking lot, saying bye to cole before he drives off. matt exchanges goodbyes with his date.

finally. what matt was waiting for all night.

you sit in the passenger seat while matt starts his car. before he turns his music on, he looks to you. “what did i tell you about having other guys have their hands on you?” he says.

“matt seriously? that’s what you have to say?” you scoff.

“i fucking told you. i told you you’re only mine and you still went and let another man put his hands on you.” he says, “oh, not only that.. you let him hold hands with you and he fucking kissed you on the cheek...” he adds.

his face was getting back to that familiar red you saw earlier.. it was attractive to say the least. “im sorry.” you say.

“and don’t even get me started with your outfit.” he says. he was getting hard just replaying you being bent over the pool table earlier.

“i could say the same shit. look at you with that baseball hat. you know how that makes me feel.” you snap.

“how does it make you feel?” he teases.

“you can’t do that. stop.” you say.

“baby you don’t want me to stop, you love it.” he says, “now tell me, how does it make you feel?”

you sigh loudly, giving in to matt and his teasing ways. “it makes me want you.. makes me wet for you.” you say. matt’s famous smirk comes back on his face after he heard the truth.

“hmmm.” is all that comes out of his mouth. he takes his hat off, fixing his post messy hat hair quickly. he sticks his hand out and puts the hat on you.

“you want me to fuck you while you have my hat on baby?” the way he said it wasn’t even a question, it was as if that’s what he was set on and you had to be down for it. and of course you were into it. you were into anything with him.

“now look how sexy you are wearing my hat.” he says, licking his upper lip at you. his seductive blue eyes looking deep into yours, his pupils easily increasing in size with how infatuated he was with you. all of his vocalization towards you was making you become more wet for him by the second.

you quickly hide your blushed face from matt with your shaky hands. he soon grabs them away from you so he can take a good look at you. “don’t fucking hide that pretty face from me.” he demands. you obey his commands and keep your hands to your side.

“good girl.” matt says.

you couldn’t lie to yourself any longer, you were soaked from all of this sexual tension in the car and you just wanted him to throw his hands around your neck and kiss you.

you realize matt started to babble on about things from tonight, but you completely cut out his voice and only focus on his lips. how beautiful they look with the moon shining through his car window.

“matt..” you whisper.

matt stops midsentance, “what?” he cluelessly says. it was funny to see him be like this since he was so cocky and dominant 99% of the time yet he was acting like a teddybear.

“just kiss me already.” you reply. now he was the one who obeys your commands and wasted no time to lean in to connect his lips to yours.

if felt as if a magnet was attaching your lips because neither of you could pull away. you open your mouth to give his yearning tongue the entrance of heaven. he then intertwines his tongue with yours before letting his teeth bite your bottom lip. you love when he teasily bites your lip, your lip quickly bounces back to its relaxing position and the feeling of swelling rushes to your mouth.

“i just wanted to kiss these lips throughout the whole fucking double date.” matt whispers in between sloppy kisses. you let his veiny hands explore the body he truly desires as he grips onto your clothed thighs.

“want my face buried between these.” he whispers again, lightly slapping the outside of your thighs.

“i want it too baby.” you moan out. you loved how him slapping any part of your body felt, but especially your ass and thighs. and of course that was his favorite thing to do.

as matt attaches his lips back to yours, he sneaks his hand up to the top of your jeans and quickly gives it a tug. you nod into the kiss for consent, making matt unzip your jeans with his eyes still closed taking them off you. you wiggle out of them completely, leaving you in your white tanktop and laced thong.

both of your eyes remain closed with passion while making out with one another, he brings his left arm and rubs you through your underwear going up and then down.

your thong being completely wet by how turned on he was making you throughout the date and now feeling each other up in his car. he teases you for a little before fully sliding your thong to one side and letting your pussy on display for him.

he rubs your sensitive clit in circular motions, causing you to let out a high pitch moan. “fuck, don’t make those noises around me. i’m already too horny for you.” he groans.

his full attention was on your clit now, looking down with his mouth slightly open due to how in love he was with the sight. he rubs it one last time before sliding down the smallest amount until his two fingers go fully inside you. you gasp, and matt looks up at you for reassurance that he was doing a good job.

and he was.. you loved his fingers inside you. you wanted them in you at any time of the day. you always thought he had the sexiest hands known to man, and you stood by that.

he lets your walls adjust to his fingers being inside you, and then gets the signal that he can start going as fast and deep as he wants. he knew exactly what he was doing, keeping a steady pace and rhythm that you simply were obsessed with.

“mmm, fuck matt keep doing it just like that.” you moan. he licks his lips, doing exactly as you told him and stays fingering you exactly as he was doing prior.

“just like that baby?” he reassures himself. you give him a nod with your bottom lip tucked in your top teeth because you were overstimulated with pleasure. he absolutely loves the validation of knowing he was doing a good job on making you feel good.

“no, say it.” he mumbles, his fingers fucking you just a tad faster.

“y-yes, yes. i said just like that fuck.” you whimper. he grins at you, still fingering you like no other man has.

he thought you looked so hot while whimpering, with your eyebrows knitted together and your face flushed a crimson red. he couldn’t help himself and go to kiss you all over while his two fingers were still going in and out of your pussy.

“matt, i’m about to..” you cry out.

that makes matt start to suck on the delicate skin on your neck, making a dark hickey appear. the pleasure from two places sent you over the edge, causing your walls to clench up on matt’s fingers.

“finish for me baby.” he groans over your skin. and those words were your last straw, making you finish while his fingers were still in you.

moans escape your lips and you feel matt smile while hovering over your neck. he was proud of himself, but he always is because he makes you finish every time you two are alone.

“i love how i can make you finish even with just my two fingers.” he flaunts.

you slap his chest playfully, your cheeks going that familiar red that they always transform to when you’re with matt.

“shut up.” you laugh. matt leans in to kiss your lips again.

“make me.” he teases.

─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───

╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. march 14th, 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝

ahhh i was too lazy for them to fuck sorry please love me. not proofread i couldn’t be asked. i hope u guys enjoyed idk why i really am attached to this plot and how matt acts in this story.. hes sooo aksksowwk anyway. tags and ppl i love:

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spacerockfloater · 1 month

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Being a female viewer and hating Criston Cole is deranged.

I have to get this off my chest. The blind hatred that Criston is receiving from women is insane and I’m going to explain why.

For context, I am talking about Show Criston, not Book Criston. Comparing two standalone versions of a story is silly.

I cannot wrap my head around the fact that so many women, who are the primary victims of utilitarian relationships, would ever come together and shit on Criston for enduring such a situation.

I’m sorry, but how many of you have been used by men? How many of you have been reduced to one night stands, situationships and placeholder wives? How many of you have been deemed “not good enough” to be an exclusive partner? I log into tiktok and I see NOTHING but stories of broken women who are just used for sex, money, care and whatnot by men, and then they are tossed away like worthless trash while said men continue their pursuit of the ideal woman. Being used by men just for sex and being denied the status of girlfriend, let alone wife, is probably one of the worst plagues women are experiencing in the western world because the MOMENT we were emancipated, men understood that they don’t owe us shit anymore and instead of treating us with respect, they decided to grab whatever they can and give nothing back. Do not tell me that there are women out there that are fine with this arrangement because the multiple “GWM while I tell you about the guy that was with me for 12 years and then married someone else” tell a different story, one of multiple women’s dignities being trampled by hungry men. My heart breaks for every woman (EVERY woman, cis, trans, EVERY woman) who has been called by a man she loves just for sex, for every woman whose man never wanted to be seen in public with her, for every woman who had to hear that her man is not ready for a relationship only to witness him getting engaged to another woman 2 weeks after. I hope you overcome this and become stronger and I am glad that we are finally supporting one another.

How can we then, the women who are helping other female victims rise up and speak out against this kind of abuse, push Criston down and tell him to suck it up and accept being Rhaenyra’s plaything? Have we no mercy? Are we so hungry for revenge against men that we’d want them to endure the same humiliation that we did, as if one fictional man’s suffering would bring us justice? Are we so jealous that Criston didn’t sit down and just take it like the rest of us, but instead spoke up and removed himself from that situation? Or are we so gullible that we accept what the screenwriters shove down our throats and unknowingly support the patriarchic view that if you’re being used by someone you should just accept it?

I can hear some of you arguing that “Oh, this is different because Rhaenyra is royalty!” as if being used and tossed by a powerful person somehow makes the situation any better? Would it be okay if a rich person wanted to constantly use you for sex while he keeps looking for a better woman to be by his side, just because he values his wealth and status more? Rhaenyra straight up sneered at the idea of a simple life with him. She straight up told him that HE is not worth as much as her crown. OUCH. Even though I can’t even begin to imagine the pain of being told you are not enough by your loved one, it was Rhaenyra’s right to choose what her priorities are, but WHY would he have to accept being her sidepiece? “These were different times”: does this make it any less devastating for the victim? And he was a victim because Rhaenyra still used Criston and misled him by constantly complaining about how she HATES her duties for YEARS and then luring him to break his oath. Do you think he would have still slept with her if he was aware that moments ago, Rhaenyra was begging on her knees to be fucked by Daemon and only turned to Criston because her first option was no longer available? Like, the man was contemplating having sex with her and resisted her for a good fucking while, so imagine how quickly he would have turned around and walked out that door if he had that information beforehand. You know why? Because he loved her. He loved her to the point that he broke his oath for her, the oath of a station he FOUGHT FOR IN A WAR. He shed blood and sweat and risked his life for the mere opportunity to gain that position. This was ALL he had, he came from NOTHING and he was still willing to toss it all away for Rhaenyra not once, but twice. It wasn’t just sex he wanted because we never see him have sex again after that. He became vulnerable and gave up everything that he was to be with Rhaenyra. He was willing to abandon his whole identity for her sake. Is this not what the ideal partner is? Ready to abandon everything for your shake? Everything he fought for, tooth and nail? Was he unreasonable in thinking that Rhaenyra was willing to do the same for him? Was he crazy to think that because he was ready to put everything he FOUGHT for aside for her shake, Rhaenyra would also put aside a duty she was handed and actively seem to hate for him too? Fuck no! After hearing her constant talk about how she hates her father, her duties, her refusal to wed other men, how she is trapped as a princess, how people have no idea how much it SUCKS being her, why would he not assume that she’d be willing to give it all up for him, as he’d do for her We never see Rhaenyra even TRY to be a ruler, just complain about it. Of course it would be a fucking shock to him hearing her say “Lol dude, I actually do kinda want this”.

Criston was actually the only person in the series that wanted Rhaenyra for her, not her money or crown. I’m not saying she had to follow him, it was her right to refuse him, but his willingness to lead a simple life with just her has got to mean something. And don’t give me that “he only wanted to redeem his honour by marrying her” crap, because first of all Criston nutted up and admitted everything to Alicent and was ready to face death without EVER blaming Rhaenyra for anything, and second of all, oh no, how dare a human being have ethical values and desire to live with dignity in society’s broad light rather than move in the shadows as the princess’s secret boytoy! Bad, bad Criston for feeling you have to atone for your sins. Maybe we as people have become so corrupt that we envy those who wish to walk a virtuous path in life. Or maybe y’all have become so fond of the unhinged unapologetic character trope because it feels “original” (even if it’s ridiculously overused nowadays) that you’ve actually forgotten what characters with good morals are. Like, picking your fave war criminal and rolling with them because you enjoy good drama, especially in a show that’s meant to provide entertainment, is one thing, but passionately stating that Criston had to submit to that humiliation is something else entirely.

Finally, let’s ditch the Criston being a misogynist bullshit because he had NO issue obeying Rhaenyra before their affair or Alicent. And he is ALWAYS true to himself and his values, because even after everything he endured, he did not use Alicent’s anger as an excuse to take revenge on Rhaenyra and harm her children. Criston never betrayed her, Rhaenyra used him and he walked away and he went towards the only person who seemed to spare him some sympathy and understand him and not condemn him for his crimes even if he hated himself, which is typical victim mentality. And don’t get me started on the Joffrey incident because y’all tore Cole to SHREDS for it. Joffrey had it fucking coming. You don’t go up to people’s faces, especially ones you don’t know, threaten them by telling them you know their secret, a secret that SHAMES them and burdens them to the point they’re ready to commit suicide, and all but directly call them a whore. What the fuck did he think was going to happen? They’d shake hands? Piss off. Let this be a lesson to anyone that doesn’t know how to keep their mouths shut and their noses out of other people’s business. Also, mocking his suicide attempt makes my stomach turn. Just take a moment to consider all the young women who just like him, reluctantly surrendered their virginities to men only to find out they were nothing but sex dolls in their eyes, all these girls whose trust led to their secret being spread and them getting ridiculed and slut shamed for it: how many girls have taken their own lives because they found living with such a burden unbearable?

For the love of everything you hold sacred, please wake up sisters. The narrative that you can be used by someone powerful and you have to accept it because that’s the way things are is a man’s construct. Do not let them fool you.

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