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barbiedragon · 1 year

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The Rook's Pawn

Written for the lovely @welcometothelioncage as a birthday present!

Aemond x twin!reader x Daemon

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: DD/DNE; heavy on the Targcest, dub-con, lactation kink, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), humiliation, pregnancy, crybaby!reader, dacryphilia

*comments/reblogs are appreciated

A soft whimper escaped your lips, which garnered Aemond’s attention. Ever the dutiful brother, he rushed immediately to your side.

“What is it, dear sister?” he asked gently as his large hand settled against your shoulder.

“I’m….it hurts,” you sniffled as little tears rolled down your cheeks before you nodded down towards your breasts.

You were round with Daemon’s child; a way of continuing his claim on your family and victory for the Blacks. Though you were both kept comfortable, more Rhaenyra’s idea than Daemon’s. Far more useful alive than dead. You wore a blue silk gown and the wet spots that your nipples had produced were all too apparent. Aemond cleared his throat as a blush crept up his cheeks before he called for a guard to summon Daemon.

“What is it?” Daemon sighed with annoyance as he entered the room, one hand wrapped around the pommel of Dark Sister. You watched Aemond eye the sword with jealousy. He had promised to take that from Daemon before Harrenhal fell back into the hands of the Blacks. Daemon simply laughed as he pointed the blade at Aemond’s throat while you pleaded pitifully for his life.

“I warned you,” Alys’s dark voice echoed in your head. “Threads of green will fall.” You wished to have been brave enough to wrap your hands around her slender neck.

“Fetch the Maester, she needs to be seen,” Aemond stated curtly as he motioned his hand toward your leaking breasts.

Daemon’s laugh echoed off the walls. “You think to give me orders, taobus? She’s fine, her milk is coming in. I assumed you were well-read. Not when it comes to the matter of women it seems,” he scoffed.

Aemond’s hands balled into fists before he lunged forward. He had no dagger or sword, but that wouldn’t stop him. You gasped and clutched the sheets while you watched the two men scuffle.

“I’m not my nephew, taobus. I’m not a young one you can bully,” Daemon taunted as he pushed Aemond against the wall and pinned him into place. One hand wrapped around Aemond’s jaw. “Why don’t you be a good boy for me? Hmm for her? I’ll show you how to give her some relief.”

“P…please,” you sniffled pathetically. You had accepted your fate and it would be better to play the meek little kitten if it kept you and Aemond alive. The babe too. “It hurts.”

Aemond closed his eye and sighed, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better. Mayhaps it was a bit selfish to use to your advantage, but his temper would get all of you killed. Daemon roughly pulled Aemond across the room to the bed, making him sit in front of you.

“Are you in much pain, kēlītsos?” Daemon asked as a curved knuckle traced down your tear-stained cheek. You fluttered your wet lashes while nodding your head. “Poor little thing and your fool brother doesn’t know how to help? Don’t worry, I shall show him.”

His skilled fingers reached into the soft silk of the gown to free your heavy, swollen breast. The milk held an opaque yellowish hue as it leaked from your nipples which were slightly darker and larger from the pregnancy.

“Her body is preparing for the babe, nephew. You’ll learn what a delight this can be,” Daemon smirked. You were shocked when he knelt beside you and then wrapped his warm lips around your nipple. The suckling was gentle, a welcomed surprise, as he nursed at your breast. Indeed, it helped soothe the fullness and ache. You couldn’t help as one hand rested on Daemon’s head, feeling the soft strands of his hair under your fingertips. “Oh, it feels so good,” you sighed happily then reached a hand out for Aemond. “Will you help with the other?”

Your twin unfurled his fists before he crawled to your other side. With trembling fingers, he freed your other breast. “A…are you certain?” His voice quaked slightly. You gazed down softly at him before lifting your hand to gently caress his cheek.

“Please, sweet brother.”

That was all he needed to hear before he wrapped his lips around your nipple with slight trepidation. Slightly surprised by the sweet taste and underlying fat to it. It was pleasant. He hated that Daemon was right. Bastard.

It felt incredibly pleasurable and hedonistic to have the men suckling at your breasts like eager little boys. For the first time, you felt as if you held power, and it surged through your body. Fingers pet their silver hair as you cooed with delight and heat gathered in your swollen belly before it swirled lower and made your pearl throb.

“Feels so good, such good boys for me,” you whispered, surprised by the words that fell from your lips. You felt Aemond shiver beneath your hand at the praise. Your nipple, shiny from his spit, fell from Daemon’s mouth before he chuckled.

“I’m not so easily subdued, kēlītsos, I see that your brother is. I bet your cunny is wet,” Daemon hummed as his large hands pushed your dress around your hips. The sparse silver curls damp from your arousal. “I bet your brother wishes to taste something even sweeter.”

The taunt made Aemond gently pull away from your nipple to glare at Daemon. “You are vile.”

“I’m not the one suckling at my sister’s teat,” Daemon chuckled darkly as his hand pressed between your thighs, fingers stroking gently at your slick folds before they dipped inside your slit for a moment. “Go on, taste. I can see the look in your…. eye.”

“Go on, Aemond,” you encouraged; hand rubbing soothing circles across his back. His jaw set with anger before he leaned in closer. You watched as his lips parted before wrapping around Daemon’s fingers soaked in your juices.

“Delicious, isn’t she? I can’t always attend to her, taobus. You’ll have to be a man and make sure our sweet girl is catered to. I know you’re jealous of it not being your babe in her belly. If you play nice, I’ll let you make one.”

You could tell from the look on his face that Aemond contemplated sinking his teeth into Daemon’s flesh and panic bubbled in your chest. Quickly, you tugged on Aemond’s silky hair.

“Doesn’t that sound wonderful, brother? O…our uncle is being most gracious,” you cooed, certain that Daemon saw through the farce, but it would keep you safe for now.

“Not that I blame you. You’re lucky, Aemond, to have such a beautiful sister. Just as I’m lucky to have my Rhaenyra.” Daemon pulled his fingers from Aemond’s mouth with a loud pop before lightly slapping his face. A snarl curled across Aemond’s lip; the leather band of his eye patch stretched tightly across his cheek.

“Should I show him how to eat you out, sweet girl?”

“I can do it.” Anger surged through Aemond’s voice before he took place between your thighs. Mouth hot and sloppy against your cunt before his tongue lapped at you. He was unhinged for a moment before getting his bearings and careful to not knock his head into your bump. You would only get larger, and the thought seemed to spur him on as he gave soft licks to your pearl while his fingers dug into your meaty thighs.

“Hmm, I guess you aren’t entirely lacking in skills,” Daemon mused before he pressed his thumb to your lips. You parted them like a good little girl, suckling the digit inside. You squealed around Daemon’s flesh, teeth nibbling and scraping against the calloused pad as the pressure built inside of you. Fingers fisted tightly in Aemond’s hair as you rutted against his mouth as your thighs splayed as wide as your body would comfortably allow.

“Go on, sweet girl,” Daemon encouraged as fresh tears dribbled down your cheeks while he kept your mouth plugged with his thumb. The pressure burst fresh and hot inside you before the sweet relief overtook you, soaking Aemond’s mouth and tongue. You murmured out a soft thank you once Daemon removed his thumb, using it to wipe away your tears.

“I should let your sister take a turn with you next, sweet girl. You’ll be a pretty plaything for all the dragons.”

“If you wish it, Uncle.” Aemond’s cheek pressed into your thigh as he panted softly.

“She might prefer your brother though. I’ll have food sent up.” He patted your head as if you were a domesticated little pet before he left the room without another word.

Tenderly, Aemond wiped you clean with a dampened cloth and redressed you into a new gown since the other was woefully stained. This one was made of soft purple silk; one that matched your violet eyes. His hand wrapped gently around your throat as he spooned you from behind.

“Mmm, sweet sister,” he whispered, cheek rubbing against your own. The leather of his patch smooth against your skin, drawing in his strength.

“We’ll survive this brother,” you whispered, holding each other close, his hand resting gently against the swell of your stomach.

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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belated happy birthday, @unclewaynemunson. this is so late already, but i had finals, so sorry for that. i am so very lucky to be able to call you my friend and even more lucky to be able to know you. i love you and that rat in your kitchen. 💜

Steve’s shaking. His hands won’t stop trembling and his knees are close to bucking in.

Which is— ridiculous. It’s just dinner with Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne.

The same man who also took him in when his parents finally kicked him out for being a “sinner” and for sleeping with one of “the devil’s soldiers.” The same man who took him to the hospital when his migraine got so bad, he begged for death. The same man who accepted his and Eddie’s relationship wholeheartedly and made them breakfast with raised eyebrows.

It’s just Wayne.

Steve doesn’t really know why he’s trembling with anxiousness when his knuckles finally make contact with the apartment door— the one Eddie and Steve got for him (after a very long time of pursuing and pushing because no matter how famous and rich Eddie gets, Wayne still thinks they should keep everything for emergencies). He deserves it after everything.

“Steve.” The door swings open, Wayne’s smile greeting him.

He’s older now. More wrinkles, more white hairs. He’s got a creak in his knees that Eddie keeps teasing him on. He’s still dressed in one of his hundreds of flannels, a sweater underneath it to shield him from the colder weather.

“Hi, Wayne.”

They hug for a while, say their hellos, ask how the other is doing (not like Steve doesn’t know, they just talked through the phone yesterday, just like every other day). Steve helps him set the table, just for the two of them. Steve doesn’t say anything when Wayne takes out the mac and cheese with crumbled bacon from the oven, Steve’s favorite Wayne delicacy, he only smiles and starts digging in to eat his nerves away.

“So…” Wayne starts, after a sliver of silence, a second after they talk about the latest basketball game and how Sinclair’s play was impressive on the latest game.

“Hmm?” Steve hums, chewing through the food like it’s his last meal on earth.

“Listen, I love having dinner with you, son. But I can’t help but notice that Eddie was not invited.” Wayne raises an eyebrow at him, and it takes him back to the morning when Eddie and Steve finally tell him that they’re dating.

“Oh. Uhm.” Steve straightens up. He can do this. He rehearsed his speech in front of the mirror and then in front of Nancy who changed a few things and then in front of Robin who gave him the green light.

“So as you know, Eddie and… I… well, we’ve been together for over ten years now. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now, and I know it’s not legal. I don’t know if it’s ever going to be, but I can’t wait any longer. Every day I don't get to call him my husband makes me— breathless. So, yes, I want to marry Eddie.” Steve announces firmly, before sputtering to follow it up, “With your permission and approval!”

Well… throw the whole speech out of the window then, damn.

Wayne blinks at him, hands crossing on his chest, as he watches Steve. It makes him nervous, activating his ramblings, “Eddie… Eddie is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want to continue making him happy for the rest of my life. I know— I know I am not perfect, but I try my best every day. I will do everything and anything for that man, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He makes me a better person by just existing and he— Eddie— is the love of my life. But none of that matters without your approval, I can never marry him without your approval.”

They sit in silence for a second before Wayne stands up and disappears to his room. Steve sits still. That’s— that’s rejection, right? Should Steve just leave? Maybe he should clean the dishes before leaving?

Before Steve can even stand and start cleaning the plates, Wayne comes marching out of the room again.

He sits in front of Steve again, a soft smile on his face, “Listen, Steve. Eddie’s his own man. He always has been. But I appreciate you asking me for my permission, and I give it to you wholeheartedly.”

Wayne pushes a small box on the table, pushing it towards Steve.

“What’s this?” Steve whispers, astonished by the approval.

“Open it.” Wayne urges, as Steve lifts the box, popping the lid open.

A small gasp spills from Steve’s mouth. Inside the box is a beautiful silver engagement ring. There’s a garnet stone in the middle, surrounded and hugged by silver to accentuate the gem. Steve looks up at him, eyes wide.

“This is our gamma’s engagement ring. I am sure it’s older than that. But I got it back from my sister when she—“ Wayne pauses, grief still fresh even if it’s been almost 30 years, “— passed on. With Eddie’s preferences, I didn’t think it would be possible, so I kept it for safekeeping.”

Steve shuts the box as he starts shaking his head immediately, pushing the box back, “Wayne— I can’t— I don’t deserve—“

Wayne shakes his head, wrapping Steve’s hand on the box, “Steve, none of that nonsense. I’ve always seen you as a son, this just makes things official. It belongs to Eddie and I know he would love it, and I would love for you to use it.”

Steve stares at him as Wayne finally stands up, arms opening wide, “Well, come on. Give your father-in-law a hug.” Steve laughs, tears filling his eyes as he stands up to hug Wayne. How could he ever think this man would tell him no? Not when Wayne’s seen him as a son long before Steve even saw him as another dad.

Wayne tightens his arms around him, gently whispering, “You’ve always been part of this family, but still, welcome to the family, Steve.”

(And in a few weeks, when Steve finally goes on one knee, his heart in one hand and the ring on the other, Eddie will say yes. And Wayne will proudly watch his sons cry and laugh with happiness, give them two thumbs up, and a proud smile.)

#when i say uncle wayne you say supremacy #uncle wayne!#supremacy!#uncle wayne supremacy #also uncle wayne core??? no more like anna core!#happy birthday!#i love eddie and wayne’s relationship #but i needed this for ME #daeheadcanons #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet #steddie fic

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