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Kiddo
Girl that’s spicy 🌶️
Girl that’s sweet ❤️🩹
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Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader
Series warnings: Age gap, obsession, smut, oral, innocence kink, size kink
Chapter One 💢
Chapter 2 💢
Chapter 3 (coming)
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Chapter two
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English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader
•Chapter warnings: obsession, talking of sexual themes•
Two weeks after the encounter.
He found her.
That’s all he kept thinking about when as he sat on his office chair, his head leant down, his hand on his forehead supporting his head.
He found her. He found her. He found her. He found her. He found her. He found her.
Something was seriously wrong with him. He opened the fascicle that he managed to get, thanks to a person that owed him brought him. He didn’t ask for money, he did his job quickly. She was just an ordinary girl, nothing hidden somewhere.
If that would have been the case, still, he would have paid any sum.
That’s how hard she got him. He hadn’t been able to focus on work properly, ever since he met her.
He hated it.
He worked hard to get where he was, and he had to keep working hard. He had to have everything.
He wanted the world.
Her. Included.
He opened the desk drawer and he threw inside the fascicle, closing it right after, leaning back on his chair, pinching his lips between his fingers as he stared at nothing, thinking.
Her sweet voice.
He unlocked his laptop and the image of the high school popped in front of him. A mediocre one.
He found her.
If he wanted, he could do anything to her. He had the resources, the power, the money. No one would think of him, if an innocent sweet girl would disappear. He could keep her locked in his house forever.
He was a creep.
He knew that, yet he couldn’t stop the thoughts. He didn’t want it to go that way. He wanted her to accept him. He wanted to gently walk in her life, not fucking kidnap her.
He wanted to get her out of his head.
He closed the page of the high school. It was useless, there were no photos of her.
He had to find some. He was open to do them himself if he had to.
He missed her face, her sight.
Her perfume.
He got up from his desk, closed his laptop with his hand, and went over to the coffee table.
He bought a vanilla fragrance for his office, but he hated it.
It didn’t smell like her.
He wanted to have her on his couch as he worked, so he could look at her every time a client made him angry, and relax, because she was there. If that wouldn’t be enough, she would stand up to touch his hand with her, caressing him, letting him get engulfed with the heavenly sensation of her soft perfect skin on his. If that wouldn’t have still been enough, he would have grabbed her, fucked her on his desk until she would be reduced in a mewling, babbling mess. She would look at him with her sweet big eyes and make him cum inside her.
He had to get her out of his head.
Something was seriously wrong with him.
It had been two weeks, and his mind was full of a girl he saw for maiìybe five minutes.
The curve of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity, the tilt of her head when she didn’t understand something, each detail etched itself into his mind, imprinting itself upon his consciousness like a brand.
He hadn’t been able to fuck anyone since he met her.
It was shameful, but it was just as true. No one went as close at her as he wanted. No one looked like her, smelled like her, sounded like her.
No one was her.
That stopped ever since. He had been forced to settle for oral sex, covering the women’s faces and using them to desperately come to his fulfillment. He used his hand sometimes, stroking his cock as he replayed in his head her expression as she gently looked at him, so thankful for a stupid thing as to put her a necklace that was hers. He ended up cumming on his hand, furiously pumping his cock, with a low groan.
He hated her.
She had to stay away from him.
He had to stay away from her.
He sighed and grabbed the fascicle from his desk, reading his notes as he got out of his office to attend a meeting.
God hated him in the best way possible.
As Aemond entered the meeting room , he forced himself to push aside thoughts of the girl that plagued his mind. He couldn't afford to be distracted now, not when there were important matters at hand.
He took his seat at the head of the table, his expression carefully neutral as he glanced around at the other executives gathered there. They greeted him with nods of acknowledgment, their faces serious and focused as they prepared to discuss the company’s agenda.
As the meeting began, Aemond found himself slipping into his usual role with ease, his mind shifting into business mode as he delved into the details of the company's latest projects and initiatives. He listened intently to the reports and updates from his team, offering insights and guidance where necessary, his sharp intellect and keen intuition guiding the discussion.
Despite his outward composure, however, Aemond couldn't banish the thoughts of the girl from his mind, her presence a constant distraction that threatened to make him lose his focus.
He cursed himself for his weakness, for allowing a mere girl to unravel the carefully constructed walls around his heart.
He prided himself on his self-control, his ability to remain detached and unaffected by the whims of others. And yet, here he was, consumed by thoughts of someone he barely knew.
He forced himself to put his girl out of his mind, to focus on the matters at hand and prove to himself that he was still in control.
He wasn’t. He hadn’t been since he met her.
As the meeting drew to a close, Aemond rose from his seat with a sense of relief, grateful for the opportunity to escape the confines of the meeting room and return to the solitude of his office. He had work to do, and he couldn't afford to let his girls distract him any longer.
He was captivated by her innocence, her purity, her beauty.
He longed to possess her, to make her his own in every sense of the word. The thought of corrupting something so pure and precious was consuming him.
He wanted to be the one.
“Cancel all my plans for lunch.” He ordered his secretary.
“Yes, Mr. Targaryen.” She quickly answered, fixing his agenda on her computer. He got in his office, loosening his tie, as much as to remain formal.
He had waited enough.
He opened his laptop and checked the address, before grabbing his stuff and his car keys, then he walked to the elevator at a fast speed.
As the elevator doors closed behind him, Aemond's mind raced with anticipation. He had never been one impatient, yet, at the thought of seeing her, even from afar, excited him. No. It did more.
He felt his cock stiffen.
The drive to her high school was a blur, his mind blank, as he drove carefully. The high school exit was open, with a parking lot. There were a lot of cars, some parked, some waiting on the side of the road, probably parents waiting for the kids.
He felt like a creep.
The only reason he was there was to look at his girl, who was half his age, hoping to be able to catch her beauty in a quick photo with his photo.
A pathetic creep. And he was risking a lot.
His image first.
He felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he caught sight of a group of students gathered in the courtyard, their voices mingling in the crisp afternoon air.
He carefully scanned the students with his eye, but he didn’t find her.
He wanted to see her. Even if he would only catch a glimpse of her, he needed to see her.
His whole body was quivering with anticipation, hope.
He thought hard, where could she have been if not there?
He knew she was a hard worker, and he knew she always stayed at school as long as she could, but he didn’t know if she preferred to have lunch outside or not.
He needed to find out her habits.
Where she liked to have lunch at school, what did she liked to do in her free time, did she have friends? Did she like going out dancing? He hoped not.
His phone rang suddenly, and he groaned, as he saw his secretary’s contact on his screen.
“What is it?” He groaned at the phone.
“Mr. Targaryen, I know you asked for a free lunch break, but Jason Lannister is here, and he is asking for you, insistently.” His secretary said, worried, on the phone. He sighed and pitched the base of his nose with his fingers.
“How long will he wait?” He asked as he turned on the engine, looking ahead of him.
“He is calm now, but I believe it will last no more than ten minutes.” She answered.
“I’ll be there in fifteen, offer him a coffee.” Said that he hung up. To be fair, he could be in his office in five minutes instead of fifteen.
He just wanted to… He looked back at the school.
What the fuck was he doing?
He was risking a lot, for a stupid girl he barely knew, that made his cock get hard only at the thought of her.
Did she know she ruined him so much?
He gripped the steering wheel tightly.
She didn’t know what she did to him.
She probably forgot about him, and he hated it.
She was constantly in his mind as she was living her life, careless.
He couldn’t have it. He had to change it.
He will change it.
He turned the engine on, and quickly drove off from the parking spot.
What the hell was he thinking? Got to her school, see her, photograph her?
What was happening to his mind?
He was a powerful, strong, growed up man, yet, he had his mind full of a stupid teenager he met once.
He hated it. He hated it all.
God hated him in the best way possible.
He damned him with such a girl, knowing he had almost non-existent possibilities.
Still, he felt blessed for seeing her, noticing her, appreciating her.
Appreciating.
He could fool himself as much as he wanted, calling it ‘appreciation’.
It wasn’t.
And nothing was gonna stop him.
Not even God.
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Aemond fingering you in the car with your friends
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader
You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond
Warnings: fingering, kissing, oral sex (male), getting caught
It was a long trip with an old car. It was such a stupid idea. That car was consuming gas just like a thirsty person would drink water. Your friend Creagn had the great idea to rent an old Chevrolet of the ‘60, and it was even a cool idea, just to try something different, and it wasn’t even that expensive, then you found out why.
“There should be a gas station 5 kilometers away.” Maris said, looking at the map on her phone. Aemond hummed as he kept driving, keeping his hand on your thigh during the drive. The seats were bench-like, so you sat closer to Aemond.
“Could get something to drink too, I’m thirsty.” Cassandra suggested, and Maeis nodded along with her.
“Oh, you’re thirsty girl?” Cregan joked as he raised his eyebrow, and Maris and Cassandra were quick to roll their eyes and start a little argument about Cregan’s flirtiness. You chuckled and kept loving at the road, then your phone to indicate to Aemond the way to the gas station that Maris found. You were just checking the next exit as you felt Aemond’s hand dig between your thighs, and you were quick to shut the close, glancing at Aemond. He kept staring at the road, his expression as usual, emotionless. He glanced at you and squeezed your thigh hard, digging his fingers in old bruises. You squeaked and barely widened your thighs, and Aemond didn’t waste a second to slip his hand between them. You quickly grab his wrist and give him a warning glance.
“Aemond.” You warn him, and you give a quick glance behind you, as your friends keep on bickering.
“Just sit and look pretty, baby.” He smirks. “This ride is getting boring, let me have some fun.” He murmurs, giving you a glance, and you don’t know what it was, but you just melt, and widen your legs a bit more. Aemond quickly slips his hand under your skirt, and you were so thankful for this bench-seat, so your friends behind couldn’t see much of Aemond’s movements. He passes his fingers over your covered slit, and you bite your lip, clenching your hand on the edge of the seat. You look at Aemond, but his gaze is back on the road, his expression giving nothing away. He slowly moves your panties to the side, and you keep your legs wide, not to make anything harder for him to keep going with his ministrations. He smirks as his fingers finally touch your wet cunt.
“What happened here, baby?” He murmurs again, leaning towards you to keep his voice lower as he gathers the wetness of your cunt with his fingers, a barely wet audible sound coming from the movements of his fingers. “Is it me, or the idea of getting caught, uh?” He keeps on talking. “Maybe both.” He leans back up, thrusting his fingers, knuckle deep, inside your tight hole. A little whimper escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. You wanted to moan out loud, the feeling of him inside you in such a risky situation turning you on incredibly. He crooked his fingers slowly, searching for that spot inside of you. You take a deep breath and lean your head to his shoulder.
“Aemond..” You whisper, whimpering. “Please… Oh, please no…” You try to suffocate you grunt as you feel his fingers finding that rough patch, caressing it slowly, only making more moisture coming out of you. You look down at him, seeing a slightly visible bulge in his pants. You move your hand over his crotch and squeeze lightly his cock, and suddenly the car speeds for a moment. Your friends behind gasps.
“Dude, you trying to kill us?” Cregans exclaims, not really that worried.
“You were getting annoying with that bickering.” Aemond says casually, shooting you a smirk with a proud glance. Cregan sighs and shakes his head, amused.
“Aemond, take the left road, there is an Autogrill there.” Cassandra says, snapping you out of the ball. You take a deep breath, as Aemond’s fingers stop and pull out of you, you immediately clench your legs close. You look down at his hand and you see his fingers glistening, wet. He raises that hand and points to a road, seriously, the only one possible.
“That one?” He asks with a smirk. Your face turns red tomato.
“Yeah.” Cassandra conferms, and Aemond takes the turn and gets in the autogrill parking spot. It was full, so he had to park in a hidden, not completely legal, spot.
“We’ll wait for you here.” Aemond says, as your friends behind nod and get out of the car. As soon as they’re out, Aemond doesn’t even wait for them to be out of hearing range to grab you by your neck and pull you into a heated kiss, devouring your lips.
You whine and turn on your seat, so your side is against the backrest of the seat, as you lean to Aemond, getting him closer. He groans in the kiss as he slips his hand back between your thighs, caressing your clit. You moan and you pull back from the kiss.
“Aemond, wait, someone…” You wrap your hand around his wrist as you look around, but he grabs your cheek in his hand and leans your head back to kiss your neck.
“Cregan and the sisters always fight over everything, it’ll take a long time for them, and, there’s no one around, they’re all inside. No one's gonna see us.” He slaps your hand away and he moves you so you sit on your haunches, then, he slips two fingers inside you cunt again, making you gasp out loud. He quickly finds that patch again, and he quickly starts abusing that spot again, rubbing aggressively there, and you clench your hand on his shoulder and press your face against his neck to shut yourself up. Your body is moving repeatedly due to the harsh movement’s of Aemond’s hand and arm.
“Fuck… Aemond, ‘s too much…” You cry out, as he keeps stimulating that delicate spot harshly, sending a mix of pleasure waves and slight pain.
“It’s your fault princess.” He grabs the back of your neck with his other hand and pulls your head back to look at your face, red, puffy, big eyes with a pleading expression. “You turned me on so much.” He clashed your lips together again, but you have to pull away when you feel the orgasm building, and you know it’ll be devastating. You press your head against his as you close your eyes shut, feeling the pleasure raising, you moan out loud.
“Look at me when you cum.” He growls. You shake your head, too lost in pleasure. “I’ll stop, do you want me to stop? Mh?” He smirks as you immediately open your eyes,
“No! Holy fuck- Aemond please…” You moan out loud as you finally feel the orgasm at its limit as he barely slips out his fingers only to add a third one.
“Come on, baby, cum. I want to see you cum on my fingers.” He watches you, continuously switching his gaze from your cunt to your face, undecided where to look at. You raise slightly your hips, jerking them unconsciously as you finally feel your orgasm explode, hot, strong waves of pleasure going through your whole body,
“Yes, Aemond please, don’t stop- Ah, yes- Yes-” You whine out loud as Aemond keeps moving his fingers more gently, riding out your orgasm, as your whole body convulses. You fall back on your haunches as Aemond carefully slips his fingers out of you. You look at him in awe as you breath heavily, watching at his fingers, wet and covered in your moisture. You lean forward and put your hand over his evident bulge, and he groans.
“I almost cummed in my pants just at the sight of you, baby, careful with that soft hand of yours.” He says as you massage him gently, making him breathe heavier. You quickly unbutton his pants, tugging them down along his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free. Long, thick, pale, with veins on the underside. Just beautiful. You look at him with innocent eyes.
“Hand? Who talked about my hand?” He watches you instantly as you speak, groaning when he sees you bending down, ass in the air as you lick the underside of his cock, tracing the veins there, going up to the tip, and sucking it in your mouth, making his finch at the intense pleasure.
“Shit, baby, fuck-” He grunts as you put your arms on your back and you just take him all in your mouth, gagging on him, but you stay there, as Aemond groans out loud, throwing his head back, putting his clean hand on the back of your head, as he licks the fingers of the other hand, tasting you. He clenches his hand on your hair to keep you firm as he planted his feet on the ground to thrust his hips up. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat again and again, but you do your best to not move your hands from behind you and keep your head firm, hollowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable for him.
“Good God, so lucky to have such a good girl, am I?” He grunted, sucking his fingers again, savoring the taste of your cunt again. “You know how good you taste on my fingers, baby?”
You moan out loud as you understand that he has been licking his fingers as you kept sucking him off, to be both with the taste of the other in your mouth at the same time.
He grips your hair tighter, as the other keeps your wrists together on your back,, his hips pushing harder in your mouth, choking you and causing tears of effort to spill from your eyes.
“So pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby…” He growls, feeling that with a few more thrusts he would cum. He closed his eye as he felt his orgasm approaching.
“Swallow. Fucking swallow it all.” He hiss as he cums hard inside your mouth, panting heavily as his cum squirted into her mouth. He moves in your mouth for a bit more, wanting to prolong his pleasure.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He purred in delight as you swallow one last time and let his cock out of your mouth with a wet slap.
You lick your lips, sitting straight and looking at him proudly.
Aemond passes his thumb on her lower lip and chin, gathering what spilled out of her and slipping it inside your mouth. you lick him clean he pulls you to him and gives you a sweet kiss, smiling proudly at you.
You both roll down the windows of the car, hoping the smell of what you did would go away in time and get outside the car as Aemond grabs a cigarette to smoke.You stay seated on the driver seat, facing outside, swaying you feet in the air, as finally, you see Cregan, Maris and Cassandra coming back with a bag of snacks and drinks.
Maris looks at both of you with her eyebrows furrowed.
“Are you guys okay? Y/N your face is red.”
Aemond shoots you a knowing look, smirking as he takes another drag of his cigarette.
“Y-yeah, it’s just the sun.” You mutter embarrassed. Aemond chuckles and bends down to give you a quick kiss.
“Ready to go?” Cregan asks enthusiasts.
“More than ready.” Aemond states as he finishes his cigarette and throws it away. You scoop back on your seat as they all get in the car. Cregan smells the air, before saying:
“Smells funny in here.”
You turn red tomato as Aemond smirks, and turns on the engine to drive off.
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Kiddo
Girl that’s spicy 🌶️
Girl that’s sweet ❤️🩹
Girl that’s dark 🌚
Girl that’s angst 💢
Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader
Series warnings: Age gap, obsession, smut, oral, innocence kink, size kink
Chapter One 💢
Chapter 2 💢
Chapter 3 (coming)
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Chapter one
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English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader
•Chapter warnings: beginning of the obsession•
As Aemond sat at the bar during his lunch break, his colleagues from the bank company gathered around him, chatting and laughing.
It was a family company, but nothing was given off out of nepotism. He had earned it. And he earned it fucking wonderfully.
He had studied in the best schools, yes, but he had been dedicated as no one could.
His father took him to work there when he was twenty-two, then he took his degree.
He worked wonders in the company, success after success. Not that his father ever applauded him anything. It was just his job to be a good employee.
He acknowledged his success, that he did. That was the reason why when his father started to get seriously sick, he named Aemond his successor.
Because he was fucking good at what he did.
Then, it happened. His father died, and the company fell into his hands.
CEO at thirty years old.
These types of bar were not something Aemond usually frequented. He likes places more… quiet, personal. He only came because his colleagues, or well, his employees suggested it with enthusiasm.
“Keep good relationships. You have to be present in the company, for them to trust and respect you. They’ll see how much you work and they’ll never doubt a word of yours.”
Despite the jovial atmosphere, Aemond remained aloof, his icy demeanor never faltering.
"So, Aemond, how's the Martel project coming along?" asked Marcus, a fellow executive, taking a sip of his drink.
Aemond shrugged nonchalantly. "It's progressing as expected." he replied in his usual monotone voice. "Nothing worth getting excited about."
Marcus chuckled. "Always the stoic one, aren't you? You should loosen up a bit, enjoy the small victories."
Aemond raised an eyebrow. "I'll leave the celebrations to those who find them worthwhile." He said curtly.
Across the table, Emily, another colleague, leaned in with a playful smirk. "Come on, Aemond, don't tell me you're immune to the charms of success." She teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Aemond's lips curled into a slight smirk, the closest thing to a smile he ever showed. "Success is fleeting," He replied cryptically. "I prefer to focus on the long game."
The conversation continued, with Aemond contributing sparingly, his responses always measured and guarded. He listened intently to his colleagues' chatter, but there was a distance in his eyes, as if he were observing from afar rather than fully engaging.
Despite his detached demeanor, there was an undeniable aura of authority and confidence that surrounded Aemond. He commanded respect without ever having to demand it, his presence alone enough to make those around him sit up a little straighter.
“Aspect, composure, and attitude are the key.”
As the conversation turned to other topics, Aemond remained in his own world, a silent observer amidst the lively banter of his colleagues. For him, the bar was just another backdrop in the intricate dance of corporate life, a place where he could observe and strategize, always one step ahead of the game.
As he perused the menu of the pub, a sense of disappointment washed over him. The offerings seemed basic and uninspired compared to the elegant plates he was accustomed to in high-end restaurants.
As he reluctantly considered his options, he couldn't help but long for the sophistication and refinement of the restaurants he frequented. The thought of settling for a mediocre meal in a dingy pub left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He ordered a basic plate of pasta, hoping it wouldn’t suck too much.
He glanced around the bustling pub, filled with lively conversations and clinking glasses, he thought that perhaps there was more to the dining experience than just the food itself. Maybe, just maybe, he could find enjoyment in the simple pleasures of good company and convivial atmosphere, even if the cuisine didn't quite meet his lofty standards.
He looked at his employees around the table.
What a lie.
He liked being alone, he liked to stay away from people.
He sighed silently and scanned the pub, people standing or sitting everywhere, with a beer in their hands, laughing out loud, it almost gave him a headache. He drifted his gaze to a group of young girls that just walked inside. They were laughing in such a high pitched tone it was so annoying. They were all dressed too provocative for their age, probably hoping to look older in order to buy some alcohol.
Stupid kids.
They could barely walk on those heels, they looked horrendous, even if they acted like they were on top of the world. One of the group of girls looked at him and she immediately straightened up her composure, trying to evidence her curves.
Aemond felt like throwing up.
The girl laughed when he averted his gaze for a minute, looking behind her. He followed her gaze, and he saw her, a couple of steps behind the whole group, there was another girl, dressed in a skirt long to her knee, and a cardigan. There weren’t heels at her feet but old stan smith, she wasn’t wearing much makeup, just some mascara and gloss on her lips, that made them sparkle under the light, making them look soft, plumb, ready to be bitten.
Her hair tied up in a half ponytail, her hair coming down in soft waves. She clinged to her backpack strap like it was her life savior. She must have been… sixteen? Maybe seventeen, and she looked like it, despite her friends. Her friends only looked ridiculous.
She walked in a shy demeanor, her legs almost shining over the light that came from the door of the pub. Her thighs swayed one against each other, making all of her skin move in waves. They looked so soft, the perfect shape to grab them tightly and-
“Here’s your pasta.” The waitress said to him, as she placed the plate in front of him. He hummed and nodded, as she gave him a smirk and went away. He didn’t even bother to look at the waitress' body as she walked away. He went back to the little girl, but he found her looking back at him.
She softly, gently smiled at him, shyly.
She smiled.
Aemond didn’t smile back, and she immediately looked away, running to her friends. Her breasts jumped up and down at every step she took towards the bar, her hair moving around her face.
She was beautiful. Perfect.
He coughed and finally looked away from her. He felt like she put a spell on him. He felt drawn to her.
God he looked like a pervert.
The girl was only sixteen, half his age.
What the fuck was wrong with him?!
He groaned and rubbed his temple, looking down at his plate, grabbing the fork and taking a bite.
Tasteless. Fucking tasteless.
“Marcus, stop staring at them, they could be your daughters!” He heard one of his employees say, laughing. Aemond immediately looked at him… Kyle? Then at Marcus, seeing him looking at the group of girls he saw before.
Don’t you dare look at her.
Marcus looked up and down the girls, smirking to his colleague.
“You can look at those, I don’t even know what the other girl is.” He laughed.
Don't talk about her.
Aemond clenched his hand on the fork, as both Marcys and Kyle turned to look at the girls again, drawing the attention of other colleagues as well. Aemond took a deep breath, closing his eye and leaning his head down.
I will kill you.
“Marcus, I heard the Lannister complaining about some work that has been done for them.” Aemond spoke, raising his glance at him, as he sat comfortably back on the chair.
The most uncomfortable chair he has ever sat on.
Marcus looks at him, surprised, and he immediately lowers his eyes.
“Uhm… yeah, they’re not really good at explaining what they want, you know? I made some mistakes, but I immediately fixed them when they noticed.”
“Mistakes?” He questioned further, taking another bite of his pasta, leaning back forward.
“Yeah, but nothing serious… Everything's alright now.” Marcus quickly added.
“Mh.” He only answered. He looked down at his silverwares, and he noticed the spoon was dirty.
Disgusting.
He sighed and looked towards the bar. The girls were still there. His girl was looking around the pub, her mind obviously somewhere else from her friend's conversation.
He shouldn’t do it.
He got up, excusing himself cordially to his employees, and walked away from his table.
He really shouldn’t.
He approached the bar, standing beside his girl. Her friends were giggling closed in a circle, she was more outside of it.
Were they really her friends?
Why the fuck did he care?
He twirled the spoon between his fingers, looking ahead of him as he waited for someone of the pub’s staff to consider him. Still he kept his ears well open.
“Y/N you should do it too!” One of the friends exclaimed, laughing. His girl looked at her, confused, but with a gentle face.
Y/N. He liked her name.
“What should I do?” She asked softly.
Her voice.
God, her voice.
Sweet, caring, gentle.
“Sammi maid. To earn some money, you need it, don’t you?” Her friend chuckled.
Bitch.
Aemond felt his anger rise in a second. They couldn’t be her friends. No. His girl tilted her head, confused.
“What is a Sammi maid?” She asked, so innocently. All of the girls laughed.
“Just… a maid. They just pay them more.” One of the girls explains.
Don’t.
“Might think about it, thank you.” His girl answered. She sounded embarrassed, her soft cheeks were probably red.
Don’t.
Aemond sighed and moved away, as finally, he saw a bartender coming to him.
“This spoon is dirty… and I know those girls are underage.” He handed the spoon and pointed at the group of girls, who were just asking for beers to another barman.
“Thank you, sir.” The barman took the spoon, and as he went to change it he whispered something to the other barman.
He saw the pissed expression of those girls and how they acted all offended. They quickly started to walk away but his girl was confused.
“I… I haven’t finished my cola…” She said weakly. One of the girls rolled her eyes at her.
“Whatever, Y/N stay here then.” She said, and all the group left. His girl was just staring at them surprised, as she stood there, alone.
He felt bad for her.
He wanted to hug her, console her. Kiss her.
What. The fuck. Was wrong. With. Him?!
He wanted her for himself. Never let anyone else touch her, speak to her, see her. He wanted her to be a prisoner in his arms. Why was he being so affectionate towards this girl? She was nothing he hadn't seen before. Yet he found himself rubbing his fingertips together, wanting to touch her, in any way she would let him.
“Here.” The bartender gave him back another spoon. He nodded and took it, so he turned to walk away, when he saw a necklace on the floor, next to her feet. He bent down, as she turned to him, surprised to see someone so close to her. Aemond stood up in front of her.
She was short. Shorter than him.
Her head was barely at the level of his shoulders. She looked at him, always gentle, soft, a hint of a smile on her face.
Her perfume. Sweet. Vanilla.
Her big eyes were staring at him. She looked so innocent.
He raised his hand with a necklace so she could see it. Her eyes sparkled when she noticed the necklace. She smiled broadly, and grabbed the necklace, putting her other hand over his.
“Thank you so much! I didn’t even notice it fell from my neck.” She looked at him, grateful. Aemond nodded back, even if his mind was trying to perfectly memorize the feeling of her touch. He looked at her hand, over his, her thumb moving slightly, as if to caress him.
He was a stranger to her, why was she being so nice and friendly? Was she like this with everyone?
He hoped not.
“Have a good day.” He said, nodding, turning to walk away, but she quickly put her hand in his arm, stopping him on track.
He had to put distance.
She had to stay away from him.
He didn’t know what was happening to him.
“Sorry… Would you mind helping me put the necklace on?” She smiled softly, her expression a mixture of hope and worry, she didn’t want to bother him. He shook his head and turned back towards her, as she gave him her back, giving him the necklace. He quickly puts it on her, and she immediately turns back to face him, smiling.
“Thank you. Again.” She chuckled. Aemond felt like smiling at her.
He didn’t.
He gave her another nod, as he walked away, back to his table.
Somehow, none of his employees seemed to have seen his interaction with his girl, and he was thankful for it. Especially because of how he felt his cock stiffen at the mere memory of her touch
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About Modern!Aemond and Modern!Alys:
🌶️ girl that’s spicy
❤️🩹 girl that’s fluff
🌚 girl that’s dark
💢 girl that’s angst
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Trust me, read it in order from top to bottom!
You ask Aemond about Alys 💢❤️🩹
Aemond and Alys 💢🌶️
Aemond getting sick of Alys 💢🌶️
Aemond going back to his mother ❤️🩹
Aemond after Alys 💢
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You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond:
🌶️ girl that’s spicy
❤️🩹 girl that’s fluff
🌚 girl that’s dark
💢 girl that’s angst
You and Aemond fought, so he invites another girl for dinner 🌶️
You left Aemond on read🌶️
Aemond apologises🌶️
Aemond and his Italian girlfriend 🌶️
You see Aemond’s eye ❤️🩹🌶️
Aemond doesn’t like when you bite your lips ❤️🩹
Aemond wants your attention 🌶️
Aemond is a pervert for you 🌶️
Aemond with fake Hello Kitty tattoos ❤️🩹
Aemond loves when you're hormonal ❤️🩹🌶️
Aemond fingering you in the car with your friends 🌶️
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Aemond after Alys
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond
About Modern!Aemond and Modern!Alys Masterlist
Warnings: Sex description, toxic relationship
Aemond was fucked. He was just crazy. He was a freak. He was a fucking monster.
That was what he kept thinking, every night, when he laid on his bed, just before going to sleep.
He felt played, well played, and he hated it. He felt stupid, he felt like a kid that believes in Santa.
So stupid.
Yet he missed her. He wanted to go to her again, apologies, ask her to take him back. To love him like he loved her. He hated that he still loved her. He thought his feelings finally left when he moved out.
After what he did to her.
He wanted to vomit just at the thought of what he did. He was ashamed to even had cum for something like that. Everytime he would think about what he did, he would hide his face in his hands and restrain himself from bursting into sobs. He was disgusted by himself. How could he ever move on from all of this? How could he keep living knowing that he was the most disgusting person he knew?
Aemond groaned and sat up on the bed, throwing the eyepatch to the other side of the room. He looked at himself in the big mirror that hung on the outside of his wardrobe.
Monster.
He hated mirrors. His mother insisted to put one in his room, exposed, for a reason he didn’t understand, but in the end he just let her do it. If he turned his head enough, he wouldn’t even be able to see the scar and that stupid fake eye.
Freak.
Maybe Alys was right, he was just unfuckable. Maybe she really was the only one he could ever have.
Cyclop.
She never allowed him to take off his eyepatch. “Why ruin it like this, baby?”.
He didn’t want to ruin sex, so he just kept it. Not that he actually desired to take it off, but sometimes it hitched him, and he just wanted to feel free. Besides, for how much he loved Alys, he actually hoped for her to see him and appreciate him, despite the scar, or the fake eye.
Ugly.
He never allowed anyone to see him. Not his mother, his brother, her sister or his father. Only the doctors, for obvious reasons. The doctors wanted to teach his mother how to cure him at home, but he refused, he wanted to do it himself. He forced the doctor to teach him, so he could do it perfectly on his own, even if he was just a child.
Alys made him go to the gym, changed his clothes so people would focus on other things than his eyepatch.
He will be alone forever.
Aemond clenched his eyes shut and laid back down on the bed. He wanted her, even if he already took all he could from her. Physically.
Sexually.
All that was left of him was a sick crazy freak. He remembered every time Alys said that to him. All of their arguments would end up with her insulting him and hitting him, then he would make him go into her bedroom, so she could ride him, degrading him with words and actions. Violence.
Aemond felt like crying.
He wanted to forget everything, erase that part of his life and move on.
He needed to go out. Anywhere, but he needed fresh air. He stood up and he went to pick up his eyepatch again and he put it back on along with a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt and his leather jacket, his boots and he went out, took his car and drove nowhere. He was just focused on the weather, the night, or the street, but he would let his feelings decide for him what road to take. That’s how he ended up there. Again.
“What are you doing here all alone?”
“I think you need my company.”
“Do you want to get out of here and have some fun?”
“You’re so pretty, so young…”
He would have never let any woman treat him like she did, he decided. He would have never let anyone control him, dominate him. Not again, never again.
He parked the car outside and looked at the club. He had no intention of going in, he just wanted to look at that place, and imagine it burning in flames.
There were people outside, most of them were smoking, others just laughing and drinking. He took off his pack of cigarettes and lit one, looking at all of those people, so happy and free-minded. He felt jealous. He hated it. He hated everything. He wanted to shut everything out, forget about all of his feelings, and live free, just as all of these people were doing.
He sighed and looked to the side, then he started walking back to his car, when someone grabbed his arm softly. He looked back and he saw a cute girl. She had a drink in her hand and she kept looking at him, letting her gaze wander freely on his chest, then his face. She loosened the grip and she smiled at him, caressing his arm and getting closer to him.
“Leaving so soon?”
Well, maybe I’m not that unfuckable, Alys.
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Aemond fingering you in the car with your friends
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader
You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond
Warnings: fingering, kissing, oral sex (male), getting caught
It was a long trip with an old car. It was such a stupid idea. That car was consuming gas just like a thirsty person would drink water. Your friend Creagn had the great idea to rent an old Chevrolet of the ‘60, and it was even a cool idea, just to try something different, and it wasn’t even that expensive, then you found out why.
“There should be a gas station 5 kilometers away.” Maris said, looking at the map on her phone. Aemond hummed as he kept driving, keeping his hand on your thigh during the drive. The seats were bench-like, so you sat closer to Aemond.
“Could get something to drink too, I’m thirsty.” Cassandra suggested, and Maeis nodded along with her.
“Oh, you’re thirsty girl?” Cregan joked as he raised his eyebrow, and Maris and Cassandra were quick to roll their eyes and start a little argument about Cregan’s flirtiness. You chuckled and kept loving at the road, then your phone to indicate to Aemond the way to the gas station that Maris found. You were just checking the next exit as you felt Aemond’s hand dig between your thighs, and you were quick to shut the close, glancing at Aemond. He kept staring at the road, his expression as usual, emotionless. He glanced at you and squeezed your thigh hard, digging his fingers in old bruises. You squeaked and barely widened your thighs, and Aemond didn’t waste a second to slip his hand between them. You quickly grab his wrist and give him a warning glance.
“Aemond.” You warn him, and you give a quick glance behind you, as your friends keep on bickering.
“Just sit and look pretty, baby.” He smirks. “This ride is getting boring, let me have some fun.” He murmurs, giving you a glance, and you don’t know what it was, but you just melt, and widen your legs a bit more. Aemond quickly slips his hand under your skirt, and you were so thankful for this bench-seat, so your friends behind couldn’t see much of Aemond’s movements. He passes his fingers over your covered slit, and you bite your lip, clenching your hand on the edge of the seat. You look at Aemond, but his gaze is back on the road, his expression giving nothing away. He slowly moves your panties to the side, and you keep your legs wide, not to make anything harder for him to keep going with his ministrations. He smirks as his fingers finally touch your wet cunt.
“What happened here, baby?” He murmurs again, leaning towards you to keep his voice lower as he gathers the wetness of your cunt with his fingers, a barely wet audible sound coming from the movements of his fingers. “Is it me, or the idea of getting caught, uh?” He keeps on talking. “Maybe both.” He leans back up, thrusting his fingers, knuckle deep, inside your tight hole. A little whimper escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. You wanted to moan out loud, the feeling of him inside you in such a risky situation turning you on incredibly. He crooked his fingers slowly, searching for that spot inside of you. You take a deep breath and lean your head to his shoulder.
“Aemond..” You whisper, whimpering. “Please… Oh, please no…” You try to suffocate you grunt as you feel his fingers finding that rough patch, caressing it slowly, only making more moisture coming out of you. You look down at him, seeing a slightly visible bulge in his pants. You move your hand over his crotch and squeeze lightly his cock, and suddenly the car speeds for a moment. Your friends behind gasps.
“Dude, you trying to kill us?” Cregans exclaims, not really that worried.
“You were getting annoying with that bickering.” Aemond says casually, shooting you a smirk with a proud glance. Cregan sighs and shakes his head, amused.
“Aemond, take the left road, there is an Autogrill there.” Cassandra says, snapping you out of the ball. You take a deep breath, as Aemond’s fingers stop and pull out of you, you immediately clench your legs close. You look down at his hand and you see his fingers glistening, wet. He raises that hand and points to a road, seriously, the only one possible.
“That one?” He asks with a smirk. Your face turns red tomato.
“Yeah.” Cassandra conferms, and Aemond takes the turn and gets in the autogrill parking spot. It was full, so he had to park in a hidden, not completely legal, spot.
“We’ll wait for you here.” Aemond says, as your friends behind nod and get out of the car. As soon as they’re out, Aemond doesn’t even wait for them to be out of hearing range to grab you by your neck and pull you into a heated kiss, devouring your lips.
You whine and turn on your seat, so your side is against the backrest of the seat, as you lean to Aemond, getting him closer. He groans in the kiss as he slips his hand back between your thighs, caressing your clit. You moan and you pull back from the kiss.
“Aemond, wait, someone…” You wrap your hand around his wrist as you look around, but he grabs your cheek in his hand and leans your head back to kiss your neck.
“Cregan and the sisters always fight over everything, it’ll take a long time for them, and, there’s no one around, they’re all inside. No one's gonna see us.” He slaps your hand away and he moves you so you sit on your haunches, then, he slips two fingers inside you cunt again, making you gasp out loud. He quickly finds that patch again, and he quickly starts abusing that spot again, rubbing aggressively there, and you clench your hand on his shoulder and press your face against his neck to shut yourself up. Your body is moving repeatedly due to the harsh movement’s of Aemond’s hand and arm.
“Fuck… Aemond, ‘s too much…” You cry out, as he keeps stimulating that delicate spot harshly, sending a mix of pleasure waves and slight pain.
“It’s your fault princess.” He grabs the back of your neck with his other hand and pulls your head back to look at your face, red, puffy, big eyes with a pleading expression. “You turned me on so much.” He clashed your lips together again, but you have to pull away when you feel the orgasm building, and you know it’ll be devastating. You press your head against his as you close your eyes shut, feeling the pleasure raising, you moan out loud.
“Look at me when you cum.” He growls. You shake your head, too lost in pleasure. “I’ll stop, do you want me to stop? Mh?” He smirks as you immediately open your eyes,
“No! Holy fuck- Aemond please…” You moan out loud as you finally feel the orgasm at its limit as he barely slips out his fingers only to add a third one.
“Come on, baby, cum. I want to see you cum on my fingers.” He watches you, continuously switching his gaze from your cunt to your face, undecided where to look at. You raise slightly your hips, jerking them unconsciously as you finally feel your orgasm explode, hot, strong waves of pleasure going through your whole body,
“Yes, Aemond please, don’t stop- Ah, yes- Yes-” You whine out loud as Aemond keeps moving his fingers more gently, riding out your orgasm, as your whole body convulses. You fall back on your haunches as Aemond carefully slips his fingers out of you. You look at him in awe as you breath heavily, watching at his fingers, wet and covered in your moisture. You lean forward and put your hand over his evident bulge, and he groans.
“I almost cummed in my pants just at the sight of you, baby, careful with that soft hand of yours.” He says as you massage him gently, making him breathe heavier. You quickly unbutton his pants, tugging them down along his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free. Long, thick, pale, with veins on the underside. Just beautiful. You look at him with innocent eyes.
“Hand? Who talked about my hand?” He watches you instantly as you speak, groaning when he sees you bending down, ass in the air as you lick the underside of his cock, tracing the veins there, going up to the tip, and sucking it in your mouth, making his finch at the intense pleasure.
“Shit, baby, fuck-” He grunts as you put your arms on your back and you just take him all in your mouth, gagging on him, but you stay there, as Aemond groans out loud, throwing his head back, putting his clean hand on the back of your head, as he licks the fingers of the other hand, tasting you. He clenches his hand on your hair to keep you firm as he planted his feet on the ground to thrust his hips up. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat again and again, but you do your best to not move your hands from behind you and keep your head firm, hollowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable for him.
“Good God, so lucky to have such a good girl, am I?” He grunted, sucking his fingers again, savoring the taste of your cunt again. “You know how good you taste on my fingers, baby?”
You moan out loud as you understand that he has been licking his fingers as you kept sucking him off, to be both with the taste of the other in your mouth at the same time.
He grips your hair tighter, as the other keeps your wrists together on your back,, his hips pushing harder in your mouth, choking you and causing tears of effort to spill from your eyes.
“So pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby…” He growls, feeling that with a few more thrusts he would cum. He closed his eye as he felt his orgasm approaching.
“Swallow. Fucking swallow it all.” He hiss as he cums hard inside your mouth, panting heavily as his cum squirted into her mouth. He moves in your mouth for a bit more, wanting to prolong his pleasure.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He purred in delight as you swallow one last time and let his cock out of your mouth with a wet slap.
You lick your lips, sitting straight and looking at him proudly.
Aemond passes his thumb on her lower lip and chin, gathering what spilled out of her and slipping it inside your mouth. you lick him clean he pulls you to him and gives you a sweet kiss, smiling proudly at you.
You both roll down the windows of the car, hoping the smell of what you did would go away in time and get outside the car as Aemond grabs a cigarette to smoke.You stay seated on the driver seat, facing outside, swaying you feet in the air, as finally, you see Cregan, Maris and Cassandra coming back with a bag of snacks and drinks.
Maris looks at both of you with her eyebrows furrowed.
“Are you guys okay? Y/N your face is red.”
Aemond shoots you a knowing look, smirking as he takes another drag of his cigarette.
“Y-yeah, it’s just the sun.” You mutter embarrassed. Aemond chuckles and bends down to give you a quick kiss.
“Ready to go?” Cregan asks enthusiasts.
“More than ready.” Aemond states as he finishes his cigarette and throws it away. You scoop back on your seat as they all get in the car. Cregan smells the air, before saying:
“Smells funny in here.”
You turn red tomato as Aemond smirks, and turns on the engine to drive off.
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Aemond loves when you're hormonal
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader
You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond
Warnings: Kissing, Oral (f, m) fingering
It's been such a long day at work, you were just exhausted, just wanted to go home to your boyfriend. Time felt like never passing, especially considering your condition, since you’ve been aching for your boyfriend all day.
You usually got this hormonal when your period was about to come and those were always happy days for Aemond.
As soon as you got home you let out a long sigh and dropped your bag on the floor, taking off your shoes. Aemond appeared in front of you, going down the stairs, he looked at you and smiled.
“Hey bab-”
You didn’t even let him finish, as you walked to him and kissed him, throwing yourself at him and slipping your fingers in his hair.
Aemond was taken aback, and surprised, he didn’t immediately grab you back, but as soon as his mind connected, he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you tight against him, kissing you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth to drink in your taste. You let your hands roam all over his body, clenching them on his shirt, as you eagerly started lifting it up. Aemond chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss and let you take the shirt off.
“So eager, baby? What has gotten into you?” He asked, amused. You didn’t bother answering, as you admired his torso, muscular and toned, enough to be noticed with or without a shirt. You shamelessly put your hands on him, touching him to feel his hot skin, tracing his muscles with your fingers, feeling how strong he is. Aemond stares at you in awe, watching all of your movements. You got closer and kissed his shoulders, going towards his neck, leaving trails of wet kisses over his clavicles, then going down to his chest, as he put his hand behind your neck, caressing the back of your head with his thumb. You kept caressing him with your hands as you got your mouth over his nipple and licked it, kissing it right after, sucking slightly. Aemond is taken aback by your attention to his nipple, and as you nibbled it with your teeth, he couldn’t help but whimper, moving his hand in your hair and grabbing you tighter.
You got on your tiptoes as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his hand freely go to your butt, squeezing it in his hands. You lowered yourself back on the plant of your feet, so Aemond leaned down to keep your mouths connected, as he took your other buttock in his other hand, squeezing them both again, spreading them apart as he did so. You whimpered in the kiss as he started to back you up against the wall, pulling down your skirt, and you stepped out of it just in time before your back met the wall. Aemond pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, his eye darkening as he glanced at your blouse. His hands moved to palm at your breasts as you let your head fall back against the wall, letting out a weak moan.
“Does my baby need some good treatment today? Mh?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your neck. You whimper and you grab his hips to pull him against you, so you could feel the bulge hidden under his sweatpants. Aemond whimpered slightly, but with his mouth so close you were able to hear him, and it sent a new wave of excitement down your spine, you put your hands back on his body, trying to touch, to feel all of him.
“Fuck, baby, what happened to you today?” He put his hand under your chin and lifted it up to give you a better look. You bite your lip as you take off his eyepatch, finally seeing his whole face. It was something he was slowly getting used to, to be with you without his eyepatch.
“You’re so hot.” You said. Aemond hummed and kissed you again, sweetly, but as soon as you put your hand over his clothed cock, and started massaging it, he groaned and he immediately kissed you more aggressively, pushing you harder against the wall. You put more pressure as you keep moving your hand up and down. Aemond groaned as he pulled, again, away from the kiss, so he closed his eyes and leant his head back for a moment, leaning it forward right after to look at your hand as you kept working him.
“Fuck, Y/N…” He moaned and he moved his hands on your blouse, over your breasts, palming them again, as you slipped your hand under his pants, and under his boxers, finally touching him, feeling his perfect long, thick cock. You moaned as Aemond squeezed your breast harder as you pump him slowly with your hand.
“Gonna get me fucking crazy- Do something or I will.” He warned, pressing his forehead against yours, as he kept on staring at your breasts. You almost smirked as you kept on your movements, not changing anything. Aemond groaned as he grabbed the chemise and ripped open the firsts buttons, enough to reveal your boobs and your bra. You whimper loudly as he grabs one of your breasts really hard in his hand as the other starts massaging your clit in slow circles over your panties. You leaned your head back, as Aemond’s face is still close to you. You started brushing each other’s lips, not giving each other real kisses, as you both started moving faster your hands, breathing heavily. You started sinking down your knees, but Aemond grabbed you by your arm and lifted you back up. You looked at him confused, and he looked back at you, smirking.
“Not like this, baby.” He said, as he picked you up and brought you into your room, letting you fall on the bed. He grabbed you by your neck to make you move with your head hanging from the edge of the bed as your body laid on the mattress. He ripped the rest of the blouse open and again, he freely groped your breasts, as with the other hand, he slipped two fingers in your mouth, pushing them forward to prepare you for his cock. You gag repeatedly around his fingers, but you still did your best to suck them good, twirling your tongue around them and hollowing your cheeks. You unconsciously widened your legs, keeping them spread apart.
“Oh, my girl wants to feel good?” He chuckled, mocking you for your eagerness. You whined around his fingers as you nodded. He took out his fingers from your mouth, and pulled down his pants along with his boxers, stepping out of them. He passed his hard cock between your breast, and you immediately leaned to lick the spot between his balls sack and his puckered hole, pressing your tongue there, making him groan, as he immediately moved his hips back so he could slip his cock in your mouth. You took the tip in, sucking and licking the precum, savoring the salty taste.
“Always eager for me, aren’t you? How long have you been wanting to do this today?” He kept on mocking you, as you took more of him in your mouth, gagging a few times before pulling back and going back to his tip as your hand worked the rest of him. He leaned forward, putting a hand on the mattress beside you for stability, as he moved your panties to the side, slipping his wet fingers inside of you harshly, making you whimper loudly on his cock in pleasure, as you tried to take all of him again. He started moving his fingers against that spot, sending waves of pleasure through you.
“Haven’t I fucked you good enough this morning before work?” He growled as he started moving his hips, trusting in your mouth gently, as you bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks to create more friction. “Never fucking enough for you, mh baby?”
He kept on crouching his fingers on that spot, knowing perfectly how to please you, noticing how your legs already started to shake. He chuckles and he pulls his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss of pleasure.
“I know, baby, just not yet.” He said as he slipped his hand in your hair, keeping you still by the back of your hair as he started thrusting in your mouth like it was your cunt, making you gag again and again. You wrap your arms around his hips, squeezing slightly his butt.
“Fuck- Shh, just…” He pushed his cock to the very end, choking you on it. You whimpered out loud, but you stayed there, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your fingers in his buttoks, as he moaned loudly. “Yeaah, like that- So good-” He groans and pulls out, putting his cock between your tits again, pushing the tip against your skin, as you eagerly suck at his balls. He slipped his fingers back in your cunt, harshly, making you feel the intrusion more intensely, and he started moving them in and out, keeping them curled so he could hit your spot. You let your head fall back as you open your mouth, moaning again and again. Aemond took the occasion and he aligned his hips so he could put his cock back in your mouth. You took him immediately, unwrapping one of your arms from his hip to pump him with your hand along with the bobbing of your head. The pleasure built fast, and you found yourself again on the verge of an orgasm, as your legs started shaking.
“Want to come baby?” Aemond asked, even if he perfectly knew the answer. “Or should I deny it to you, again?” You whimpered as you shook your head and forced your throat to accommodate all of his cock again, trying to send a clear massage. Aemond groaned as he didn’t stop the movements of his fingers, he looked down at you, looking at you struggling to take all of him. He could have sworn he saw the line of his cock on your throat, and it was just too hot. He bent his knees and thrusted his hips, trying to push his cock further in your mouth, on the verge of an orgasm himself. You grabbed his butt again, clenching your hands on his skin as he growled, moving his fingers even faster, feeling your cunt clenching down on them, as you started squirming your legs, due to the orgasm and the way his cock was choking you.
“Wait, wait… -Fuck-” He moaned out loud as he finally cummed as you did too. He kept working his fingers to ride out your orgasm as you kept on letting out choked moans and whimpers, he pulled his hips back, but thrusting in your mouth a few more times, gentler than before, as he filled your mouth with his seed so you could swallow it all. Once his cock stopped twitching, he pulled out, and leant forward to give you a lick over your slit, finishing in with a kiss, making you squirm again by the overstimulation.
“Aemond!” You exclaimed, and he just chuckled, standing back up, helping you to sit on the bed. He looked at you with a proud look, and he caressed your chin with his thumb, then he pushed your head back.
“Show me.” You opened your mouth at him, showing him your tongue. He kissed your forehead.
“Good girl.” He pulled back and took your hands to make you stand up from the bed.
“How about a shower?” He smirked. “Together.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“If you’re ready for it.” Aemond chuckled and nodded, walking towards the bathroom, dragging you with him.
“I’m always ready for you, baby.”
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Aemond going back to his mother
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond
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Warnings: Honestly, nothing.
When Aemond went back home to his mother, she ran to him and hugged him so tightly, he felt he never wanted to get out of her embrace.
He just rested his head on her shoulder and let her hug him for as long as she wanted. He had never felt this loved in the last three years. Still, despite how good this felt, he was tremendously scared. He was scared of seeing his mother’s face, he didn’t want her to look at him. He was scared she would see right through him, and be disgusted, repulsed of what his son has become.
He called her a year ago, but he had never accepted to meet her again. He was just too ashamed. Not that now he wasn’t. He couldn’t not be ashamed after what he did to Alys. After how he left her.
The house was empty, Aegon and Helaena were out, his father was at a work dinner, and Daeron was sleeping.
Aemond dropped his bag on the floor, and finally wrapped his arms around his mother, hugging her back. He didn’t know for how long they stayed like that, but when they pulled away, for him, it was still too soon. He looked down at the floor as his mother looked at him. He couldn’t meet her eyes. He knew they would have been full of love and affection, but he felt like he didn’t deserve it just yet. Alicent took his hand, and guided him in the living room, sitting on the couch with him.
“I’ve made fluffy pancakes, the ones you like.” He could hear her weak voice, how she was about to cry and he closed his eye, covering his face with his hand as he rested his elbow on his knees. Alicent immediately got worried.
“What is it? You don’t like them anymore? Do you want something else? I can-”
“No, no mum. The pancakes are just fine. I- I just… I’m really sorry mum. I’m ashamed of what I’ve put you through. Of how you are feeling now.” He turned his head, excluding her from his field of view. Alicent took a deep shaky breath, looking at his son surprised and with compassion. She put her hand on his shoulder.
“How I'm feeling now? Dear, I’m just so happy you came back.” His mother said softly, almost chuckling.
“That’s exactly the point, mum. You shouldn’t be thrilled about me coming back. Because I should have never left in the first place. You… This situation shouldn’t exist. I-I should have never left…” Aemond’s voice broke, and he just shook his head, frustrated. There was a moment of silence, as Alicent looked at his son, the regret on his face. It broke her to see him so sad, but deep down, she was proud, because he was learning from his mistakes.
“Please, Aemond, look at me.” She asked softly. Aemond immediately shook his head.
“No, I-I can’t.” He mumbled. Alicent smiled.
“Come on, I haven’t gotten that old. I’m still pretty enough to be looked at.” She joked lightly. Aemond laughed. It wasn’t that funny, but he just couldn’t stop laughing. He was exhausted by all of his emotions, he was just tired of feeling so down. Alicent laughed along with him, apparently as stressed as he was. Aemond couldn’t help himself when they stopped laughing and he finally looked at her, smiling slightly. He met her beautiful soft, warm smile.
“You're beautiful, mum.” He said sincerely. Alicent looked at him with her eyes filled with tears, and just leant in his chest, as Aemond immediately hugged her close. They didn’t talk, they just stayed like that, enjoying each other's presence. Alicent started to cry, and Aemond only kept her closer, taking care of her mother, after all of these years.
He would be lying if he said he never thought of going back home during his relationship with Alys. He thought about it a lot of times, asking himself if she would even accept him back. He regretted not doing it sooner. He regretted all of those years with Alys. He regretted not giving his mother the love she deserved. Because she deserved it all.
“How is it going with Viserysr?” He asked then, and his mother just sighed.
“Just usual. He hasn’t changed much.” She says, with no hint of sadness. Aemond looked down at his mother. He admired how strong she was, how she has always been able to get through everything with a smile. She was surely too young to already have four kids, but she never complained about anything in her life.
She had always been devoted to Viserys, even if Aemond had serious doubts he had too. She devotedly took care of her children, never letting them without anything.
He knew she was the only one he could always trust, the only woman that will always love him unconditionally.
Aemond genuinely smiled and looked down at his mother.
“I won’t ever go away again, mum, I promise.” He said, caressing her head. Alicent looked up at him and smiled back, sitting back up.
“What you’ve been through, my son, will be something you will never forget. It is a lesson God taught you, so you will be able to make wiser decisions in the future.” She put her hand on his scarred cheek. “I am your mother, and my job is to always love you, no matter what you decide. I can tell you what I think would be best for you, but this is your life.” She smiled, her cheeks still wet from her tears. “I will never leave you alone. No matter what you do.”
Aemond nodded and put his hand over hers.
“I love you, mum.”
“I love you too, my child.”
It was strange to hear those words again, it had been a long time since the last time he heard them. Aemond smiled and stood up from the couch.
“Can we have the pancakes now?”
The morning after, Aemond went down in the kitchen, finding her mother smiling at him happily as she prepared breakfast for everyone. Daeron popped up from under the table, mouth open, surprised.
“Aemy!” He shouted as he ran and hugged his legs. Daeron was just three when he left. He almost thought he would have forgotten him. Apparently, he didn’t. Aemond bent down to pick up Daeron and he immediately hugged his neck, almost choking him.
“Slow down, Daeron, you’re getting too strong for me, kiddo.” Aemond joked as he kissed his mother’s cheek. Daeron chuckled and he started grabbing strings of his hair, lifting them up and inspecting them.
“Your hair are so long!” He mused, as Aemond pulled his head away, smirking.
“And attached to my head, so stop pulling so much.” Daeron chuckled and Aemond dropped him off on his chair, as Alicent put on the table his waffles.
“‘Morning.” Aegon stepped in the kitchen and he looked at Aemond, as he turned to see him. Aegon smiled sincerely, and put his hand on his shoulder.
“Welcome back, brother.” He said, Aemond nodded his head, and Aegon moved forward, plopping on his chair, rubbing his eyes. He then heard a loud rumble of steps, and he suddenly found himself with Helaena on his back, as she hugged him close and wrapped her legs around his waist. He chuckled and picked her up.
“You’re back!” She exclaimed happily. She jumped down and smiled cheerfully at him, as they both went sitting at the table. Alicent brought the last plates, and sat down with them.
Aemond looked around himself, as pure chaos of voices began, with all the blunting of Daeron, Alicent answering him, and Aegon and Helaena already fighting. He shook his head as he tried to hide a smirk.
Just like old times.
Home.
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-I can do it better -
“Ewan was so creepy and gave me chills, and yet when he is off camera, he’s the sweetest person you’ve ever met. Every time you finish a take, he’ll say, ‘Do you want me to do it better? I can do it better. What do you want me to do?’ He’s just one of those people who works so hard and it just cracks me up because as soon as the camera’s on, he’s this other person. I think he did a really good job finding who he was and giving that person nuance and discovery. So I’m very proud of him.”
— Geeta Patel.
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Aemond getting sick of Alys
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x Modern!Alys
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Warnings: Toxic relationship, domestic violence, blood, panic attack, description of sex, humiliation, degradation. Alys.
Aemond was alone in her house. She just left, dressed up beautifully, as always. His cheek was still burning from her slap. He was still laying in the bed, wearing his sweater and sweatpants as he stared at the ceiling. He sat up on the bed and looked at the clock. 2:00 am. She was out, dancing. Yeah, maybe she was.
“I’m going out.” She said, standing up from his bed, making him slip out of her embrace. He liked to be pressed against her chest and cuddled by her.
“O-out? Where?” He mumbled confused. He looked at her naked body. They just had sex. Alys got mad because he didn’t cook dinner, he got distracted with his studies.
Alys had her own way of getting mad. She didn’t scream, she didn’t complain. She just gave him a very disappointed look, that only made him feel like shit. The first times, she would point him her bedroom, but mistake after mistake, he learned.
He got up from the desk and layed on the bed, waiting for her to strip him off of his clothes, degrading him and humiliating him for not being a good boy. God he hated it. He tried not to listen to her, to push her words away as he tried to focus on her body, her face, so he could get hard as she wanted.
“Look at you, all study yet you’re still so stupid. Can’t even cook for me. What are you good for?”
She said as she kept riding him painfully slow.
“Please… please I’m sorry…” He begged. Alys chuckled.
“Pathetic. I’ve never seen someone that pathetic. Enjoy this as much as you can, this cunt might be the only cunt you’ll ever see.”
He did. He enjoyed it all, but that only brought him to a premature orgasm. She slapped him as soon as he saw him throw his head back.
“You stupid boy. Is this how you thank me for everything I give you? By being selfish?!” She slapped him again, as she just sat on him staying there, as his cock softened.
“No, no, I’m sorry, I-I just couldn’t…”
“You just couldn't do what? You’re just a stupid little boy. Don’t you think I deserve a man?” She pushed him back down as he tried to reach her by leaning forward to kiss her. She clawed at his chest with her nails, making him whimper.
“Can’t you be a man for once?” She growled.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Alys, I swear. My love, I swear I’m sorry.” He pleaded.
“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me my love.” She leaned back, so she could start circling her hips, in order to get him hard again. “But…” She slowly started riding him again. “If you say you’re so sorry, prove it to me.”
He was exhausted. His body hurted, his ego hurted and he felt humiliated, he felt like trash. The only thing that made him feel better was when she hugged him to her chest, keeping him close.
“There there. You’ve been good. You’re alright.”
He just closed his eye as he pressed his face further in her chest. Alys sighed, but he didn’t move him away.
Aemond hid his face in his hands. He hated himself. Why was he so weak? Why could he not be enough for her? What was enough for her? She surely was with some man now, and he hated it. He wanted her to be just his, he wanted her to stay with him, to only want him.
He sobbed.
His hand clenched around his eyepatch and he quickly took it off, throwing it somewhere in the room.
“What are you doing, silly?” She chuckled as she saw him moving his eyepatch a bit to scratch the skin underneath.
“I-I was just… Sometimes the eyepatch hitches me, I just wanted to…” He looked at her surprised, as she kept smiling at him as if he was a stupid child.
“Oh, baby, leave it on. Trust me, you’re better like this.” She nodded, smiling.
He bursted into tears. What was wrong with him? Why could she not love him? He raised his head and went to the bathroom to grab his pills for his headache, and he was immediately met with his image. Red swollen eyes, wet cheeks, messy hair, scared gaze.
“Pathetic.”
He pressed his lips together and he lost it. He was mad, he was sad, he was tired. He was so tired. He didn’t even realize how it happened, but his fist met the mirror, and it shattered it into pieces that fell on the floor. He fell on his knees, realizing what he had just done. Alys will be so mad at him. He just broke something of hers, he just ruined something.
Will she break up with him?! He started to panic just at the idea. He kept crying uncontrollably, forgetting about the pills, and he quickly started to grab all the mirror shards with his hand, cutting himself repeatedly, because due to his anxiety he tried to do it as quickly as he could.
His knees hurted, scratched, because they pressed against the shards when he let himself fall down. He kept sobbing as his hands started shaking uncontrollably, and the shards kept falling back on the floor. He gave up and just sat back on his haunches, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead, he couldn’t stop crying.
There was nothing he could do to make it better. He stood back up, letting all the tears he had fall, as he washed his hands from his blood. He sat on the toilet and bandaged his hands, then he took a broom and he picked up the shards from the ground. He cleaned every stain of his blood, and he went back in the bedroom, laying back down on her bed, feeling her scent enveloping him.
What is love? Wanting to keep someone close, accept the person, wanting to see the person constantly. What was the difference from addiction, then?
It’s healthy. Love is healthy.
Whatever Alys felt for Aemond, he was sure it was no love, or addiction. Aemond stood up, and walked to her wardrobe. He knew she kept something there, hidden. He remembered seeing her on several occasions, just staring at something in her hands, quickly putting it away whenever she heard a noise. He rummaged in her clothes, and he found a photo. He took it out and he looked at it. There was a girl and a man, the girl, Aemond was sure it was Alys. He thought the man was her father. She was looking at the camera with that smirk of hers, but she had something different from usual. She was… happy. Serene. The man, her father, was sitting on a chair, looking at the camera with a hint of the same smirk of Alys.
He never saw Alys almost smile as she did in that photo.
What was he doing there?
Aemond turned, and he looked around the room. He has been living here for at least a two years. He moved to hell, by himself. He wanted to move here, he was more than happy to. This was Alys’s place, yet he took care of it, more than she ever did. He lived here more than she did. She was out now, doing… cheating on him, as he waited for her in her house, like a dog. I sniffled and looked back at the photo. He took a deep breath. He took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, keeping the photo, he also grabbed his phone. He went out on the balcony, and he lit himself a cigarette. He kept staring at the photo, and he took the lighter. He puffed the smoke, as he started the flame of the lighter, getting it close to the photo. He watched as the piece of paper slowly started to burn. He let go of it at the last moment to not burn his fingers. He leant back on the chair, as he kept smoking, looking at the dark sky.
He wanted to call her. He felt the need to call her after a long time. He took his phone, but he hesitated. Should he? He pressed his lips together, and turned his head to the side. He knew it was a good idea, he just had to find the courage.
Now, or never.
He knew if he didn’t do it now, he would have never done it. He needed it. He sighed and opened his phone, opening her contact, and dialing the call immediately, trying to to think much.
“Hello?”
Silence. Her voice was so sweet, soft. Just like he remembered it. Loving. Aemond felt like crying again. His throat closed and he felt difficulty in talking. His eye already filled with tears as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself.
“Hello?”
He took a deep breath, trying to speak out without bursting into tears.
“...Mum?”
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Aemond and Alys
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x Modern!Alys
About Modern!Aemond and Modern!Alys Masterlist
Warnings: smut, anal sex, vaginal sex, degradation, domestic violence, hate sex, chocking, slapping, dubcon
“If you weren’t that much of a freak, I would actually spend some more time with you.” Alys shouts at him.
It was rare to see Alys shouting, or angry at all. She was always composed, calm.
Aemond knew she was the perfect woman in appearance. Just in that. In three years of relationship with her, he had been able to be happy only the first month.
She approached him first, he was out in a club by his brother, Aegon, only to make him shut up after his complaints that he never had fun in his life.
As Aegon was dancing, trying to approach any kind of human being, he was sitting at the bar, sipping his water, annoyed. He saw Alys get closer, her makeup perfect. Her dark brown eyes fixed on him, her long lashes only intensifying her gaze, her red stained lips curved in a flirtatious smile, as she came closer, swaying her hips.
She was wearing a dark green dress, with a low cleavage and long up to her knees. Her curves were perfectly accentuated, Aemond was just enchanted. it was obvious she was older, but after a first glance at her, he didn’t care. She was beautiful, perfect. Aemond felt his cock twitch just at the sight. of her He groaned and went back to look at his glass of water, turning on his seat towards the counter when he felt Alys’s hand on his thigh.
“Hey, pretty boy.”
She had been his first experience with everything. She taught him how to treat a woman in bed, she changed his way of dressing, she told him to grow his hair. She made him a man, that’s what she always said. She basically made him move to her house. She was sweet, caring, and present.
He wanted her to meet his parents, he wanted her to be part of his life forever. She always refused to be a bigger part of his life, she said it was too soon. Aemond knew it, he did, but he just loved her. She never wanted to put a label to their relationship, but Aemond simply considered her her girlfriend, even if he never said it out loud in front of her. She was his first love, his first kiss. The first person he felt actually appreciated him despite the ugly scar on his face.
Oh, how things changed.
Aemond’s mother's concerns grew with time, and having Aegon supporting his brother out did not reassure her, at all.
Then, he really met Alys.
Alys who goes out even if he doesn’t want her to, Alys who disappears for a whole day, Alys that only comes to him for sex.
Alys who manipulated him.
That night was just one of the same shitty arguments they kept having. Alys went out, to dance, she said, but Aemond knew. He knew. He didn’t have the proof but he was sure, and he hated it. He hated that she had gone off to someone else when he was waiting for her in her house. He hated her. He was addicted to her, he loved her. He hated her.
He quickly walked to her, as she stepped out of her heels, grabbing her wrist tightly, and tugging her towards him. He had grown over the years. He was now taller than her, when she was not wearing heels. She stumbled and almost fell at his harsh movement.
“What the hell are yo-” She was angry, her face was getting wrinkles around her mouth and on her forehead.
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t you dare speak to me like this.” He growls, his face close to hers. She chuckled. She fucking chuckled at his face. Amused by his anger.
“Oh, you think you are such a big, grown man, don't you?” She laughed. “You are-”
He squeezed her cheeks in his hand before she could finish her sentence. Before she could fucked up his mind even more. He was tired. He was angry. He felt humiliated.
“Are you stupid or what? Shut. The. Fuck. Up, whore.” He let go of her wrist and he pushed her away by the grip he had on her face. Alys stumbled again and looked at him confused, surprised. He never spoke to her like that. He never raised a hand on her, not even slightly, if it was not for sex. He never used that tone with her. All Aemond knew was that he was angry. So fucking angry.
“What do you think you are doing?” She warned him, but this time, he was the one to almost laugh. He walked towards her as she kept stepping back. She looked almost… afraid? Aemond didn’t even know she could be afraid of something. She was always sure of everything. He liked this. He liked it a lot. He was breaking her act. He smirked as he grabbed her by her neck, forcing her to follow his lead, as he dragged her into her bedroom.
“You’ve been using me for months now. For years probably. Now I get it. You’re only good to fuck.” He pushed her back as he let go of her neck. She slapped him soon after. It wasn’t the first time Alys hit him. He never reacted to it, aside for rare occasions where he just stepped back and left. This will not be the case.
“You son of a bitch. You should be grateful for what I gave you. You should kiss my feet for even having had sex with you, especially because of your ugly fa-” Again, Alys couldn’t finish her phrase. Aemond already had his hand back on her neck as he kept squeezing, tighter and tighter. Alys’s looks at him, her face slowly turning red as she stares at him in disbelief as she keeps clawing at his arm, his hand, and kicking her legs. He stayed like this just a second more, then he threw her on the bed, as she gasped for air, he grabbed her by her ankles, pulling her back to him and raised her skirt.
“Wha- Aemond!? What are you-” He grabbed her silk chemise and ripped it open, making pop away all the buttons, as he stared at her big breast in her nice lingerie. He puts his hand on her breast, massaging it aggressively, squeezing them in his hands.
“Is this what you like, uh? Who’s the fucking freak, whore?” He slapped her breast. He remembered every disgusting thing she liked, every little detail she had told him. He knew he liked this, he knew she liked the things he was doing to her. He wanted to throw up. She whimpered and she dig her perfectly manicured nails in his arm as he grasped his breast again.
“Aemond, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She screamed but he just laughed. He laughed at how of a fake Alys was. Now, with her lipstik ruined and her hair messy, she looked more like… a witch.
“You won’t. You know why?” Aemond unzipped his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers just enough to take out his cock and give it a few pumps. “Because you’re a fucking whore. You’d do anything for a promise of another fuck with me.” He growled as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her even closer, shoving her panties to the side. “Because no one-” He aligned his cock as Alys kept trying to squirm away from him on the bed, but he managed to thrust inside, in one single motion till the end. She moaned, she was wet. She fucking liked this. “-Knows how to treat you-” He started trusting hard and rough, basically using her body as he fucking wanted. He slapped her hips and he harshly pulled her hair, making her lean her head back. “-better than I do, uh?” He slapped her face. “You’re a fucking slut. Nothing more.” She moaned out loud as she clenched her hands on the covers beside her head. He put his hand around her neck, squeezing it tightly
“Fuck- Just- ah - Just like that, baby- Yes!” She choked out. Aemond sped up his thrusts even more, grabbing her ass and lifting her waist from the bed, as he kept moving her like a sex toy. He didn’t care anymore, he was so tired, so angry and he felt just a stupid for even believing her all this time. He wasted years of his life, when she was just using him, using his feelings for her own pleasure. He gripped her ass tighter and he slapped her repeatedly, until his own hand was burning. She just kept moaning, trying to move to meet his thrusts.
He wanted to do to her worst than what she had ever done to him.
“You’re disgusting. A useless woman, no more than a fucking sex toy.” He felt his feelings for her die, everything just turned into anger. He kept just thrusting harder, faster, chasing his own relief, to end this for good. He closed his eye and tried to exclude everything from her. Her sounds, her smell, her voice.
“Stupid witch. We’ll see when you’ll fucking grow old, you won’t be able to find anyone willing to fuck you. To fuck this wrinkly cunt. You’ll grow old and everyone will be disgusted-“ He groaned and squeezed his hand in her neck even tighter, her face turning visibly red. “-too disgusted to even fucking touch you.”
He groaned as he kept moving his cock in and out, he looked down at what he was doing to her, but he could still see her face. He pulled out, making her whine for her loss, and he turned her on her stomach. He took his cock in his hand, moving the tip from her entrance to her back.
“What are you waiting for? I thought you said you’re a man.” She mocked him with that spiteful tone of hers.
“You never know when to shut that fucking mouth, do you?” He growled, as he kept looking down at his cock and her ass.
“I’ll make you shut up.” He spat on his cock, and he started to force his cock inside that puckered hole of hers.
“What- Aemond! Wha- AH!” She cried out loud, trying to escape him, grabbing the covers of the bed to crawl away, but he was stronger than her, and he kept her still as he kept forcing his cock in her ass. He almost moaned at how much she was tight. She kept whining and crying out.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” He growled. He leant forward and pushed her head down as he forced his cock completely inside. He let out a grunt of satisfaction as he leaned back up, as he slowly started thrusting, keeping up the pace just as long as he wouldn’t be able to go faster.
“Aem-Aemond- fuck - careful, it hurts…” She cried out with struggling grunts. He didn’t listen, he didn’t want to hear her again, he wanted to fucking destroy her. He started speeding up even more, feeling his orgasm close, and he just let himself go, fucking her uncontrollably, like a hungry beast, as she kept crying out louder. Then he finally cummed. He groaned out loud and filled her ass with his seed. She didn’t cum but he didn’t care. Not this time. He just wanted to get out of there and forget all about her. He takes a deep breath and pulls out, going into the bathroom to wash himself. When he went back outside to her bedroom, she was still laying there, face down on the bed, messy hair and ruined make up, face against the mattress. She looked like shit. Aemond thought he’d never seen her look worse than that.
“I’ve packed. We’re done.”
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Aemond with fake Hello Kitty tattoos
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff
You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond
To you, it was just too hilarious. Aemond was just sleeping on the couch, shirtless, and it was just too tempting. You bought those fake tattoos ages ago, they were wrapped along with the gum paper. Hello Kitty gums for half a dollar, the cheapest gums, whose taste lasted no more than a minute.
You chuckled as you went into the bathroom to wet a sponge, and silently sat on the floor next to the couch, wetting Aemond's skin with the sponge carefully, right upper the nipple. Once the skin was wet enough, you applied the Hello Kitty tattoo, and pressed it there with the sponge. You kept it there for a few seconds, then you peeled off the wet paper, forcing yourself to contain stupid high pitched giggles for how good the tattoo came out.
You just couldn’t help yourself, and you took another tattoo and applied it on his abdomen. Then another, on the other side, then another in the middle, then another on his chest. He was just too cute. You quickly grabbed all the used paper and ran away in the kitchen, throwing away the garbage and putting away the sponge in the bathroom. You quickly took your phone and took a few pictures of him.
Aemond slowly woke up, he scratched his eye as he grunted, looking around as he slowly woke up. He looked down at himself as he moved to sit on the couch, and noticed the Hello kitty tattoos applied all over his chest and stomach, he looked at you, still half sleepy and groaned.
“Y/N...“
Your head pops out in the living room, watching him with an amused smile, trying so hard not to laugh.
“Yes, baby?“
Aemond was about to open his mouth to scream, but as he saw your amused smile he just groaned as if he were on the verge of laughing too. He put his arm on the back of the couch, leaning back comfortably, with a fake annoyed pout.
“Just... Why?“
You bit your lower lip in order to not burst into laughter, yet you couldn’t help but look at how hot he was like this, sitting so confidently on the couch, his muscular chest naked, and all those pretty tattoos all over him.
“I... “ You paused to not laugh. “I don't know what you're talking about.“
“Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about?“
Aemond looked at you raising an eyebrow with a fake annoyed frown, as he crossed one of his arms. He sighed and just looked at the Hello Kitty tattoos, it was so stupid, yet he did find it funny.
“Nope.“ You popped the p as you acted clueless.
“You have no clue or whatsoever, uh?“
Aemond's pout grew, as you replied, still, you could see a barely visible smile under the fake pout. Aemond sighed and just laughed as he looked at you.
You smiled and laughed as you went to sit on his lap, as Aemond leaned back his head on the couch, looking up at you.
“You should keep them, they really suit you.“ You smirked as you caressed the tattoos on his chest with your fingertips.
Aemond rolled his eyes, he wanted to take them off, but you looked just too cute laughing like that. A small smirk was present on his face, and he put his hands on your thighs and just admired how you were amused by all of this childish joke.
“Oh, they suit me?” He grinned at you, amused.
“They surely do.” You nodded, still chuckling.
“Alright, then I’ll keep them.” He smiled and he leant forward to kiss you. You kiss him back happily, and you pull back a few moments later. Aemond shakes his head as he smile, looking down at those stupid tattoos.
"If you took any photo of me like this, I'm gonna kill you." He said, half serious. You chuckled as you shook your head.
"Yeah, yeah, chill. I didn't took photos." You rolled your eyes, still smiling, and he looked at you suspiciously.
"Promise!" You laughed.
"Mh. Better be true." He sighed and he caressed you thighs. “Want to order something for dinner?”
“Sure, use my phone.” You stand up as you go in the kitchen to see what’s there to drink, and that’s when you heard him, barely containing yourself from laughing out loud.
“WHY YOUR LOCKSCREEN IS A PHOTO OF ME WITH THESE DAMN TATTOOS?!”
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You ask Aemond about Alys
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader
About Modern!Aemond and Modern!Alys Masterlist
Warnings: kissing, talking of: sex, kinks, toxic relationship, domestic violence, violent sex, rape kink, degradation, cheating. Alys.
Aemond and his girlfriend had just come home after dinner with some of their friends, when she asked him something he never would have heard.
“Tell me about Alys.” She asked as they took off their jacket and coat, slipping out of their shoes.
His expression hardened at the name of his ex-girlfriend. He hated hearing her name, remembering her.
“No.” He said in a cold tone, taking her coat and hanging it as she put away their shoes.
“Why not?” She insisted as they went in the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and the water from the fridge.
“Because I don’t want to.” He grunted, pouring the water in the glasses. His tone is still the same and he keeps staring at the glasses ahead of him. He remains silent, simply refusing to say anything about his ex, as in his mind he replays in his head what happened the last time he saw her. He closed his eye and shook his head, ashamed of that memory.
“I want to know about her.” She said, walking to him, hugging him from behind and resting her head on his back.
He sighed and got silent for a second. His tone became serious as he started speaking. His eyes were focused on the wall ahead of him.
“Why do you have to stick your nose in something that doesn’t regard you? Uh?!”
He was pissed, he knew she would have kept asking until he would eventually tell her. She pulled away from him, taking her glass and leaning back on the table.
“Jeez, what has she done to make you react like this now?”
He turned towards her but he kept his eye fixed on the wall ahead. She could tell he was thinking of something unpleasant as he stayed silent for a moment before sighing and starting to speak again.
“You don’t need to know what she did, okay?”
He didn’t look at her as he waited for her response, but his voice is not as angry as a moment ago.
“But I want to.”
God, she was stubborn.
His tone is still serious, but he doesn’t reply right away, he looks down at the floor, and after a few seconds he speaks again:
“Why do you want to know that so bad?”
“I’m curious.” She raised her shoulders as if she was saying something obvious. “You told me she was older than you.” She added then
Hearing the word ‘older’ he seemed to be more uncomfortable. He sighed deeply and he spoke again.
“Yes she was older than me.” He admitted coldly.
“How much?” She sipped her water, interested.
“She was thirty-five.” He glanced at her to catch her reaction, but she looked calm, just curiosity in her expression. She took her time to ask her next question.
“How old were you?”
Silence. His tone is now more stern.
“Seventeen.” He kept looking at her, studying her expression, but it didn’t falter, he still saw no judgment in her face.
“So… you were underage.” She stated. He stayed silent again for a while before speaking.
“Yes, I was.” His eye drifted back to the floor, as he clenched and unclenched his hand around the glass. She pressed her lips together.
“How did you meet her?” She took another sip of her glass, looking away from him.
The question brings back some memories, but he remains serious. His tone was more bitter, as he turned his head to the side.
“At a party. Aegon dragged me into a club.”
She smiled to break the tension, and hummed in amusement.
“That sounds like Aegon.”
He stayed silent for a moment before slowly nodding his head a bit. She could tell he started speaking with more anger. He’s not yelling, not answering meanly, but she could see he was holding back.
“Yeah, sounds like him. And it was because of him I even saw her in the very first place.”
She hummed and looked away. She was the one to bring up the topic, yet she felt uncomfortable hearing about Alys, but since he was answering her, she decided to keep going.
“So how did you two… you know… got together?”
His tone is colder and the bitterness in his voice increases.
“She approached me.” He stares at the water in his glass. If he thought about it enough, he could still smell her perfume, or hear her voice, even if it was now… five years ago.
“Mh. What was she like?”
She hated that she wanted to know that, but she was curious, she wanted the image of that woman in her head, even if what he could say would have hurt her or made her burn with jealousy.
He stops for a moment, thinking about how he could describe her.
“Dark eyes and hair, a bit curvy. Always nails, hair and makeup done. She always used this… red lipstick of hers. Rarely saw her without it. She always wore dresses that would shape her perfectly and show her breast.”
She was perfect.
She looked away, feeling a pain in her chest, and jealous of how that woman apparently always appeared perfect. Aemond looked at her, he put down his glass on the counter and stepped closer to her, taking her hand and kissing its back.
“She was beautiful, charming, and charismatic, but she was manipulative, mean and...” He sighed and looked away, leaving the phrase unfinished. “She acted in a kind and loving way towards me, at least in the beginning.”
“What about after?” She looked up at him, as he cupped her cheek with his hand, and she covered it with her own hand.
“It became a nightmare.” She furrowed her eyebrows, confused and concerned.
“What do you mean?” She asked worriedly.
He stays silent for a few seconds but his anger is obvious in his voice.
“She changed, or, well, she showed herself for who she really is. She was no longer the woman I met at the club. Her charming and loving behavior disappeared and she started to treat me horribly. She cheated on me often. Despite that she managed to keep me in her claws for three years.” He said in a mixture of shame and anger.
“How did she treat you?” She asked then, getting more worried.
Silence. His tone was very bitter and he seemed to be almost on the verge of losing his temper. This was a sensitive topic for him.
“She was verbally... and physically abusive towards me. She hit me on several occasions and did several other horrendous things I’d rather not describe.” He couldn’t look at her. He felt stupid. He felt stupid even after all that time, and he was ashamed of telling her how stupid he had been.
“Then why did you stay with her?”
At first, he didn’t answer her question and his tone remained bitter and frustrated as he stayed silent for a moment. When he started speaking again, he was clearly not happy to answer the question she just asked. He still sounded bitter and angry as he started to explain.
“Because she made me feel she was the only person who really understood me, that she was the only one who truly loved me.... That I wasn't worth it and I was nothing... And that no one else would ever want me other than her, or other things like that..”
She was surprised.
What the fuck?
She was… horrible. Who could even think of saying such things?
“… Wha- What kind of other things did she say to you?”
He looked at her in despair, but he knew she wanted to know, so he just talked.
“She used to say that I was ugly, that I was a disappointment, that I was too insecure, and that I was weak... that I would never be enough... I would have never been able to find another woman... That I would be alone forever.”
She felt like crying. He had to go through all of this? She wanted to keep him close and protect him from everything, everyone. He didn’t deserve that. Sure, he was complicated and a bit of a douche sometimes, but no one deserves such treatment. No one.
“I’m… I’m so sorry. She was cruel.”
He stayed silent for a moment but his tone indicated that her words helped him calm down a bit. He was less angry and less tense.
“Yes... She really was cruel. But I guess that's who she was all along, and I didn't notice it back then… But I think what I’ll never forgive her is that she made me a freak.”
She looked at him pained and even more confused.
“What? What does it mean she made you a freak?”
He didn’t respond right away and his tone became much more frustrated, he looked… ashamed.
“She was… my first time, and she was into some… crazy, disgusting things… and she kind of passed them to me, or at least, now I’m into some of those things too.”
She paused. She tried to elaborate his words.
“Like what?”
“I told you they’re disgusting. Why do you want to know? You’ll only get scared or… or you’ll be disgusted with me.”
She frowned.
“What? No. I won’t. Aemond, I won’t. Tell me.”
He seemed to consider your words again and again, taking his time to speak. He was embarrassed but he nodded and slowly started speaking again. He still kept his eyes down as he spoke.
“She was into painful things. Some very unpleasant things.”
“…Okay. Like what?” She softly encouraged him to say more.
The uncomfortable atmosphere was almost palpable. This was not a subject he wanted to talk about, but still, she could feel the burden that was placed on him. He was silent but finally he started to speak again, he sounded much more bitter. She could tell that this was something that really bothered him and hurt deep down but he would not go into much detail.
“She liked it rough. Like really rough. More rough than what we’ve ever done. She liked… to be slapped, she liked it violent.” He paused, as if to contemplate if he should have gone further, say it all. He sighed and he decided to be honest. “She liked some roleplay, but she was always the dominant part. So… I started fantasizing, and… I… I got into… like haunting roleplay. Haunting the prey and… once I caught her…” Rape her. He couldn’t finish it. He was too ashamed to say it out loud, but it was clear she understood. Yet, all she did was nod, she didn’t judge him. Though it was new for her seeing Aemond ashamed of something regarding sex. He was usually straight forward, confident.
“Obviously that would be consensual, I…” He sighed and looked away.
“It’s okay, I understand.”
“No, I really think you don’t. I like it violent, disgustingly violent. I want to be the one to give it, not receive it.” He growled, as if he wanted to scare her away, as if he wanted her to be disgusted by him.
“I do understand, Aemond. I do.” She repeated softly. He shook his head and passed his hand over his face, rubbing his eye.
“How can you not be disgusted?” He mumbled, his face getting red with a mixture of frustration, anger and shame.
“You… You like what you like, there is no point in judging you. I know I can trust you.” She said with a soft smile. Aemond looked at her.
She was perfect.
It was all he could think. He leant forward suddenly and kissed her deeply, as she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him close.
She was perfect.
He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, drinking in all of her, her taste, smell, her soft touch.
She was perfect, and she was his.
He pulled away and she smiled at him, caressing his cheek.
“Can I ask more?” She asked, and Aemond smiled. Her curiosity amused him, he was even more amused as now she asked instead of just insisting. He knew she was dying to know more.
“Yes.” He leant back on the counter as she unwrapped her arms from his neck and caressed his arms.
“Did she do something you didn’t like?” She asked then. Aemond nodded.
“Yes, but I… I always let her do it anyway.” He said, and she nodded, waiting for him to continue talking.
“She would… hurt me. She liked painful things, humiliation, degradation and violence.”
She bit her lower lip as she looked at him in pity. She knew very well Aemond was not into those kinds of things, actually, he was right the opposite. He had enough trouble during his childhood with his eye and bullying that he could never handle going back to being ashamed or weakened because of it, again. She put her glass down and she went to hug him.
“Oh, baby… I’m sorry I’ve made you go this far. I was just really curious.” She says sadly. Aemond hugs her back but after a while he pulls her away.
“No, it’s fine. I want to tell you.” He rubbed the back of his head as he looked away. “You might be the best person to tell this stuff to.” He added. She smiled softly, nodding.
“She… she used to treat me like a child, actually. If I did something wrong she would… punish me, let’s say that. She would ride me as punishment, slapping me and degrading me as she did so.” He took her hand as he looked down at it, and he started playing with her nails. “She was mean, before, and during sex, but she… she was nicer after it, telling me now I could go back to being good for her… she played nice for a while, so I wouldn’t go away. Not that I would have anyway, I… It was like I was addicted to her. She knew it and she used it. She used me.” Aemond clenched his jaw tightly as she kept looking at him worriedly.
“Aemond… but you got out of it.” She stated, putting a hand over his to reassure him. His expression contorted into one of disgust, and shame.
“I… It wasn’t nice, what I did. How I left.” He said in disgust. She put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to her, smiling at him softly, looking him in the eye.
“I’m sure she deserved what you did.” She said confident, but Aemond immediately looked away.
“No. Don’t say that, you don’t know that. You can’t know that.” He said angrily.
“Aemond, after what you’ve told me, I doubt you did so much worse than what she did. You were…” She shook her head, not really knowing what to say, but Aemond continued for her.
“What? I was what? Younger? I should have known better.” He says with his voice full of bitterness.There is a long moment of silence, as she looks down as he keeps playing with her nails and fingers, and he goes back to looking at her.
“If you could go back, would you have done something different?” She asks then, still looking down. He sighs and he intertwines his fingers with hers.
“No. I wouldn’t. What I did to her… It was… fair, but that doesn’t change the fact that… It was horrible.” Again, she took her time to answer. Then, she looked back up to him.
“Just like she treated you.” Aemond pressed his lips together and turned his head to the side, frustrated. She kept defending what he did like it was right, and he hated it. He felt guilty, he felt he had to feel guilty.
“You just can’t say things like that. You weren’t fucking there, you know nothing.”He spat out. she didn’t get offended, she knew he wasn’t angry with her, he was angry with himself, with his past, with Alys.
“Is she alive? Yes, is she fine? Yes.” She stated, and keeping his head turned, he glanced at her.
“You don’t know what I did to her.” She nodded, and took a deep breath.
“Do you want to tell me?” She asked softly, caressing his hand.
“No. Not yet.” He looked back down, as images of that memory flashed in front of him.
She hugged him, and he immediately hid his face in her neck, bending down due to the height difference. He just wanted to forget, and be happy, even if he wasn’t sure he deserved it. He wasn’t even sure if he deserved to be with someone like her. She passed her fingers in his hair as she massaged his scalp.
He loved her.
Is this what love is?
All he wanted to do was keep her close all the time, feel her all the time, look at her all the time. He never had enough of her, not even of her stubbornness. She had her attitude, but just as he had his. Yet, he thought, he never felt he could fit better with someone. He knew she was the one.
He hugged her tighter as she responded by kissing his neck.
She was the one. He would never let her go. There was no better place for her better than his side, just like for him, it was her side. She pulled away from the hug and took his hand, talking softly.
“Let’s go lay down, yeah?”
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Aemond is a pervert for you
English is not my first language, be kind.
Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader
You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond
Warnings: male masturbation, smut, dubcon?
She was just laying there, next to him, sleeping soundly. Aemond knew she was sore and exhausted. His perfect girl. He knew she’s had a stressful week, but still, when he came home today, he found the table prepped with all of his favorite plates, cooked perfectly, she wore his favorite dress of hers, and she welcomed him with a big smile. There wasn’t really a reason for all of that, she said she just wanted to do something sweet for him. He felt his heart flutter, and all he did was take her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.
They ate dinner together, and just after dessert, he finally had his favorite meat, as he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to sit on the edge of the table, as he sat back down on his chair, feisting between her legs, again and again. He made her cum four times like this, then he brought her in their bed, finally slipping his cock inside of her with a sigh of relief. He fucked her hard and fast, pushing her down the bed, praising her for being such a good girlfriend. She fell asleep right after everything. Even if her week had been stressful, she still managed to prepare this dinner just for him, and even if he reworded her enough, he still wanted more, even if he shouldn’t. He should respect her, and let her sleep peacefully, taking the rest she needed. He shouldn’t feel his cock swell just at the sight of her naked body, laying just beside him, so close to use and touch. Aemond took a deep breath, staring at her face as she laid on her side, facing him.
He caresses her face, drawing the shape of hers with his fingers, looking how sweet and innocent she looked. He passes his fingers on her lips, and she unconsciously parts them. Aemond takes a deep breath and he caresses her chin, nose, cheekbone, and her neck. His hand started drifting lower on his own accord, tracing the line of her shoulder and arm, quickly finding her soft, plump breast. His thumb brushes over her nipple, which immediately gets hard.
The sight of it just makes him grab her breast softly, feeling the weight of it in his hand as he slowly gropes it. He lets out a low grunt as his other hand drifts down to his cock, fisting it as he slowly moves his hand up and down. He looks at her beautiful face, remembering how her expression was contorted while he kept eating her out. He can still hear her pleadings as she cried out, begging him to slow down, that it was too much.
Fuck, he needed her.
He always needed her, he always needed to feel her. His hand clamps down tighter on his cock as his gaze drifts down to her thighs, her legs one over the other. He lets go of her breast, trailing his hand on her belly, down to her puffy cunt, where he slowly moves his thumb over her lips. She had so much struggle when she took him for the first time. His sweet girl wasn’t used to cocks as big as his. He smirked at the idea that whoever took her before him, wasn’t as big as him, and he couldn’t make her feel good as he could. It took time for her to accept him quickly, letting him thrust all inside immediately without keeping back in order to not hurt her. She still struggles today, but only if he doesn’t prepare her enough.
He stops and caresses her thighs. If she was so sore, he could have settled with just slipping his cock between her thighs.
No, he wouldn’t.
He would have never been able to settle, not when his heaven was just right there. How her walls squeeze him is just the best sensation he could ever feel, the way her cunts is so tight but always tries to accommodate him, keeping him inside, the way she gets wet, how hot she is.
Aemond started moving his hand even faster, he was so hard, just by looking at her. He needed her, now. His hand went back to her cunt, as he carefully slipped his hand between her thighs, caressing her clit slowly. She takes a deeper breath in her sleep, and Aemond hugs her close, letting go of his cock. He knew it was wrong, really wrong, he should have let her rest. He just couldn’t, not when his mind was so filled with her. Not when he was surrounded by her, her sweet scent, her sounds, so fresh in his mind, clouding his reason.
She moves slightly, whining as if she was uncomfortable. Aemond presses her to her chest, his hand moving away from her cunt, raising slightly her leg so he could put his cock between her thighs. He lets go of her leg, and he is immediately filled with the beautiful sensation of her body. He tries to move his hips slowly, to not wake her as he moves his cock back and forth. She mumbles softly as she fixes the position of her arms. Aemond looks down at her as he grabs one of his breasts again, clenching his fingers around it. She lets out a louder whine.
“Aemond…” She mumbles as she slowly opens her eyes, looking up at him. Aemond watches her, lost. He looks at her eyes, so big, looking at him in confusion and he just can’t take it anymore. He digs his fingers back on her thigh tightly, raising it, and he just pushes inside her, groaning. She gasps loudly, letting out a loud whine at the uncomfortable stretch, clamping her hands on his shoulders, as he keeps pushing and pushing, forcing her to just take him, as she cries out.
“Shh, just take it- fucking take it-” he groans louder, bringing one of his hand back down, drawing circles around her clit to get her wet. She cries out again as she hides her face in his chest.
“Aem-ond- ah, please…” She keeps on whining, as he finally pushes his cock completely inside, letting out a long sigh of relief as he keeps on stimulating her clit, getting her wetter, so he can finally start moving harder.
“Shh, it’s alright, it’s just me…” He tries to calm her down, as he feels her cunt clenching so much it almost made him come right on spot. She cries out again when he starts thrusting quickly, roughly, pushing his cock in and out, hard.
“I know, I know, baby- Fuck, just.. a little bit more-” He said. He already felt himself on the verge of the orgasm, her cunt was just squeezing him so much, without preparation she just couldn’t take all of this. He keeps thrusting, and soon her cries turn out in moans, as he keeps working her clit, knowing it was her most sensitive spot.
“Aem- Oh- Aemond… Too- too much… please-” She sobs but he just can’t stop. He starts moving faster, filling the room with a loud sound of skin slapping, as he feels her walls starting to clench even tighter, making him moan.
“Just cum, pretty girl- please- Just… cum,and I’ll cum too-” He breathes out. Aemond was not a person to beg, but he needed this so much he would be embarrassed of himself if it didn’t feel this good. “Let me fill you up, I need this-” He moans again as he feels her body shake and her walls spasm so beautifully that he cums, as hard as he ever did. He groans as he hugs her tightly to him, giving her a last few lazy thrusts as he takes his hand away from her clit, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“I’m sorry, baby, it’s alright now…” He whispers in her ear as she hugs him back, trying to calm down too, both of them panting hard.
“Sleep.”
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