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yanderestarangel · 5 months

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★ ⸺ ARRANGED MARRIEGE - FIRST TIME - TOMAS VRBADA X READER

TW: ftm reader, husband x husband, v!sex, blowjob, rough sex, dom!tomas, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, pet names, stable relationship, creampie, breedkink, smut, afab anatomy, horny.

The antipathy that the Grand Master, aka Bi Han, felt towards his own brother, Tomas, was nothing new for anyone in the Lin Kuei clan. What was supposed to be just internal conflicts turned into something bigger, with Bi Han arranging a marriage for the smoke ninja.

And the arranged marriage was with you.

You had been married to him for seven months, he was a good husband even though you had never had sex, he always respected you, defended you from Bi-Han or anyone else. You talked like friends, he always remembered special dates for you or used his money to spoil you, anyone looking from the outside could swear that the two of you were a couple together due to common circumstances.

But you couldn't ignore Tomas's robust muscles, handsome masculine face, blue eyes, and sweet yet dominant air -

It was a hot day, so you decided to just wear an apron to cook and clean the house, watching the sunset enter your house as shared with Tomas, he arrived earlier that day, seeing you there, half naked with just an apron constricting the front part of your body.

"-I apologize for the unexpected arrival, I completed my mission early today." He replied, observing your delicate form, the way your breasts swayed with each movement, the glimpse of your exposed pussy. Vrbada cleared his throat, trying to compose himself and push back the primal desire that had suddenly stirred within him. He walked towards you, his steps determined and controlled, his voice firm but full of desire.

Tomas put down his water bottle and slowly approached you, his eyes never leaving your attractive figure.

"-You are a kind and beautiful person, and I'm lucky to have you as my husband... did you know that?"

His eyes remained on your exposed body, taking in every curve and contour. He moved closer to you, reaching out to gently cup your breast, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. "-Such a handsome boy, I can't contain myself anymore (Y/N)... let me make you feel good." He said softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles around your nipple.

You moaned softly, feeling a rush of desire as his touch sent shivers down your spine. His hand moved lower, sliding over your belly and down towards your exposed pussy. He stopped his hand, looking at you as he saw you sigh, frustrated and full of accumulated lust.

"-On your knees my boy, I need to see you worshiping my cock." You obeyed, the pain of the floor against your knees, he moaned loudly when you took his cock into your mouth. It was a sight to behold. You massaged his cock with your hands as you sucked him, your lips sliding up and down his shaft. Tomas thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth. "-Oh dear is so good." He whispered, his hands tangling in your hair.

"-I want to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my dick, damn you're so beautiful sucking me like that..." He said, his voice low and husky.

"-Yes, my husband... be careful. I don't want to hurt you." He pushed the sensitive, pulsing shaft further. As you continued to suck his cock, Tomas felt his desire grow stronger, he wanted to feel you around his cock, to feel you come for him. He looked down at you, his blue eyes full of affection and dominance, reveling in the control he had over you in this moment. He could feel his climax building, a primal need to claim you coursing through his veins. You decided to provoke him, push his limits, taking his cock out of your mouth, while hitting the thick shaft on your tongue, he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you slap his cock against your tongue, the sight of your pussy dripping onto the floor only increased his desire, making him want you even more.

He grabbed your hair tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into your tongue.

"-You're a fucking dirty baby boy... how long have you wanted to be fucked by me like this? Just begging for cock in those tight holes of yours, aren't you?" he growled in a deep voice, slamming into your mouth with his hips, making you moan against the hard, thick flesh of his length - But before he could reach his peak - Tomas pulled away from your mouth, his heavy breathing filling the silence. He wanted to explore every inch of your body, taste your essence and savor the moment. With a quick movement he threw you on the soft sofa in the living room, easily holding your thighs, the apron you were wearing was still on your skin, but it was useless, since you were completely exposed to him.

"-Open your legs wider, my sweet boy. Show me your tight pussy, I want to see it when I fuck you." He forced your thighs to open wider, he knew you were embarrassed but at that moment it didn't matter, not to him. He positioned his cock at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing against your tight pussy.

You moaned loudly as he advanced, feeling the tip of his dick slowly enter you, the ninja couldn't believe how beautiful you looked, your legs shaking and your pussy drooling from simply sucking his dick, it was too much for him to resist - he wanted to be a gentleman, but pretty boys like you took away any sanity or chivalry he had worked on for years - He grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust forward, his cock sliding deeper inside you, you could feel his groin connected with yours, see his abdomen close to your core, as he finally had managed to fully enter you.

"-Atta boy... you're so tight. I can't believe how good this feels Fuck yes..." He said, his eyes locked on yours as he began to fuck you harder, his hips moving in a rhythm that made you moan with pleasure.

"-You like being fucked by your husband, don't you? My husband is just a whore for my cock." He whispered, smiling against you, his voice low and husky as he continued to pound your pussy hard and mercilessly. "-You're my dirty little whore." His hands slid down your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them firmly as he increased the pace of his thrusts, the pleasure grew, his body shaking with the anticipation of release as your walls clenched around him.

"-I need you to scream my name", He ordered, as he growled in pleasure, broken moans coming out of his throat. "-I want everyone to know who brings you pleasure, I'm going to fuck you so hard that I'm going to make you scream for me."

His thrusts became stronger, more desperate, as he lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you, the tight grip of your pussy sent waves of ecstasy through his body. "-You're my husband, my love, my everything." He wanted to cum, to feel yourself around his cock as he came inside you, marking you as his, the veins on his member pulsing in you as he sought support on the couch.

"-I'm going to fucking breed you." Smoke groaned, his eyes locked on yours as he began to cum, feeling the pleasure build inside him until he finally exploded, cumming deep inside your pussy, hot, thick jets, he let out a series of loud sounds that echoed throughout the house and even out, while you milked your husband's cock even more. You moaned softly as he pulled out, feeling the heat and wetness left by his dick, you could feel his cum dripping from your pussy, staring at his muscular and now totally sweaty physique as he leaned in to give you a sweaty kiss on your forehead.

"-I want to make love to you one more time tonight." Tomas declared with conviction, as him connected your foreheads, catching his breath slightly, it was just the beginning and you knew it... maybe an arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad after all.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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wonuvs · 1 month

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thirsty bang chan thoughts? I can do that. I'm thinking probably werewolf chan...yknow how canines...dogs...lick people, yeah? betcha werewolf chan has his tongue out glued to your skin while he's bouncing you on his dick. also BANG CHANS BOOBIES ARE SO SEXY ID BE CREAMING ON THOSE sorry

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: werewolf!chan x afab!reader + licking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink.

“mine-ah... just mine.”

“yes– fuck! jus--just yours. just yours, baby.” you breathe, shuddering in his hold, nails digging into his shoulders as he restlessly bounces you on his leaking, slippery cock. your brows furrow and you chew on your bottom lip when the ridges of his dick drag over your gummy spot, when his tip brushes over your cervix. your abused cunt clenches around him sporadically at that, which only makes him growl in your ear and suddenly pick up the pace, tightly squeezing your hips and sucking on your earlobe in the meantime.

a high-pitched moan leaves your lips, mouth going slack at the feeling of his tongue brushing over such a sensitive spot “b-aby, ah-- f-feel so good--” you gasp, tears dampening your cheeks and and nails scratching his back. he moans and groans against your skin, his hold on your hips now borderline hurting you, but you're so so so fucking close to your release you don't even care.

your head tips back, showing off your neck to your boyfriend, who doesn't waste any time before his tongue is on it, lapping, licking, wetting it like a happy dog—which he technically is.

soon, your whole neck is purple with new bruises, damp from his tongue, marked by his sharp canines trailing over your skin, but he doesn't stop—not even when you come all over his cock and he fills you up, not even when you start marking his neck. he shudders with every brush of your tongue over his sensitive skin while he sloppily bounces you on him, his wet muscle now on the sweaty skin of your tits, moaning and groaning with every sweep.

“angel, fuck-- your taste and smell and everything and and-- fucking perfect..” his voice shakes, a bit muffled since he refuses to stop worshipping your body like you deserve as he speaks.

you whine out his name, feeling both flustered and another high quickly approaching, and as he murmurs 'i love yous' and 'fuck can't wait to finally marry yous and make you round with my pups', his big, warm hands gripping your hips as if his life depended on it, his puffy lips pressing kisses and sucking love bites wherever he can reach, all you can think of is how good he's making you feel, and how lucky you are to have him in your life.

you're the fucking luckiest.

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sketchguk · 6 months

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part time lover (moodboard)

➳ pairing: investigative journalist!jeongguk x daycare teacher!reader. alternatively, spy!jeongguk x assassin!reader

➳ genre: smut, fluff, angst, fake marriage au, dad au, spy x family au

➵ word count: 465 (teaser) / 30.8k

➳ summary: there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school.

only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

➳ warnings: themes of parenthood, raising a child, reader and jk are both orphans, reader has a past where she struggled with financially supporting her family, eldest daughter trauma, reader is insecure, fears of abandonment, mentions of violence and m*rder (but not explicit), mention of weapons (guns, knives, grenades, poison), jk has a bruise from boxing, descriptions of an explosion, blood is drawn twice (via kitchen knife and shrapnel from aforementioned explosion), (1) mention of weight loss, jk changes his appearance in an attempt to fit in, mention of a minor car crash, social drinking, scars (surgical/knife, bullet wounds), characters are liars for the sake of the plot, side characters are misogynists (satire), food descriptions, pet names (hers: angel, good girl, princess his: love).

➳ publish date: saturday, october 14th 8pm EST

➳ a/n: thank you for all the love you've shown on the teaser. i really didn't expect so much support >.< i hope you're all as excited as i am though !! once again, this is part of the “industry baby” collab! please look forward to all of the other fics in the masterpost 💛

smut warnings below the cut!

➳ smut warnings: virgin reader, sexual tension, body worship, nipple play, marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, jk has a big dick, praising, stomach bulge, spitting, use of the word slut, marriage kink(?) he loves his wife so much, reader wants to be bred, cumshot

“You can touch me if you want,” he offers.

You’re not as confident as Jeongguk, but oh, how you wish you were.

“Do you want to?” He senses your hesitation, yet you nod your head, affirming.

“I do,” you bite the inside of your cheek. “I want to touch you- feel you.”

Jeongguk wraps his fingers around your wrists, bringing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders. They’re muscular beneath your touch. You curse yourself for letting your mind wander and for letting your panties soak with arousal ー neither of which you can control.

Somehow, you resist the urge to look down at his physique. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to the elbows, revealing his strong forearms, adorned by the dark tattoos that coil up his muscles. Your gaze darts across his features, struggling to focus on the starlight in his eyes. You switch between the edge of his jaw, the dip of his neck, and the plump of his lips.

“My eyes are up here, angel.” The corner of his mouth draws into a smile ー so bright and devastatingly beautiful. He hooks a gentle hand beneath your chin, guiding you to meet his stare. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Your voice is soft, just barely above a whisper. It’s nearly inaudible. “Thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.”

The innocence of your words makes Jeongguk blush. He’s never been the type to be so easily affected. After all, he’s the bold one in the relationship ー confident, decisive, dominant. But you make him weak in the knees.

“You don’t have to ask permission to kiss me.” Jeongguk inches closer, considerate hands squeezing around your waist. “You’re my wife.”

Why does the thought of belonging to Jeongguk make your heart stutter? You’re certain that this is nothing but pretend, yet the only thing that makes you believe this could be real is the soothing circles that Jeongguk draws onto your skin. He’s present. He’s willing. His lips are right there, right in front of you. You could take the leap of faith and close the distance, leaning forward to kiss him.

So you do.

Your eyes are half lidded as you murmur a quiet confession, “I want to kiss you again.” Normally, you wouldn’t dare to be so bold, but you feel drunk on his taste.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” Jeongguk draws you closer, dragging your core onto the apex of his thighs, thick and sturdy. “I like anything that you like. Kissing you. Holding you. Just looking at you,” he shrugs. “And if it wasn’t obvious enough… I like you.”

Jeon Jeongguk makes you absolutely breathless. “Ar- are we still pretending?”

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keenzinemugstudent · 3 months

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Imma draw this in the near future but y'all Tomas getting married to his girlfriend who is taller and has the muscles this man worship his bride and gets embarrassed when she flexing or picks him up just to see him blush oh and Johnny was the maid of horror I mean honor

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Good Morning

Alpha Kirishima x Omega Preg!Reader

This was a request for valentines day. It's late but its too good not to post.

Note: SMUT, Body worship, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Big family, domestic vibes, OMEGAVERSE, DadShima, Mentions of Reader eating/liking meat, PREGNANCY

The smell of bacon in the morning was what took you out of your peaceful slumber. You opened your eyes lazily as a yawn ripped out of you. It was morning and you were glad that you could just sleep in now and enjoy your peace. Ever since getting married to Kirishima, your life had never felt so easy at times. Of course there was the constant pressure of being a prohero’s wife and also being the Head Omega to the pack, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Not with where you were in your lives so far.

You turned your head, expecting to see your mountainous Alpha of a husband beside you, but to your surprise was missing from his side of the bed. You lifted your head slight and looked up at the door to your bedroom, which was wide open. You rubbed your eyes as you tried to sit up straight, shuffling to move yourself against the headboard. You felt something push from the inside of your abdomen.

You looked down to see movement in your tummy. A nice kick emphasizing the life that lived inside there. You chuckled with a smile. “Well good morning to you too.” You rubbed over the hit spot with a chuckle. In return you received another kick back.

Since finding out you were pregnant your appetite turned into one that could rival your Alpha’s. You were constantly craving meat and savoury things, being able to stuff down anything and everything. You didn’t mind though. It made you happy that there was already such a big part of your husband in the pup that you were carrying. Although that also meant the strength of your husband in every kick to your ribs.

You shuffled out of bed, moving to hold onto the bedside table and stabilise yourself up straight. You sighed as you kept a hand underneath your belly, and stretched yourself as high as you could. You shuffled over to get ready for the day. Mostly to pee, because pregnancy was not kind to your bladder at all. After freshening up and looking less like a member of the walking dead, you walked out of your bedroom.

You made your way downstairs, careful of every step that you couldn’t see past your stomach, and shuffled your way to the kitchen. Humming to himself was the great beast that was your husband, your Alpha, your everything. Kirishima Eijiro had the back muscles sculpted from marble and the height over any man you had seen. He was huge and it was hard to miss. His muscles flexed as he moved around the kitchen shirtless (like always) in nothing but low hanging sweatpants and an apron. He had his thick red hair tied up in a bun as he worked to the sound of some oldies song playing.

You waddled your way over to him. “I smell meat.”

Kirishima chuckled, not being surprised that you were behind him. He was a hero for a reason, a great one in fact and he also wouldn’t be the Head Alpha of Pack A if he wasn’t aware of most things. He leaned back and looked back at you, a smirk on his lips. “I thought you might.” You waddled up closer to him just as he switched off the stove. He smiled at the sight of you. You were dressed in one of his shirts that were much too big for you but somehow Kirishima wouldn’t have you looking any way else. You were dressed in his clothes, waddling around cause of a pup he gave you, with a smile on your face. He couldn’t have had this morning start any more perfectly. Kirishima grinned as he wiped his hands and moved to pull you closer towards him. He grabbed at your thighs and hoisted you up onto the counter making you chirp in surprise. Even though pregnant, he didn’t struggle at all picking you up still. He let out a deep chuckle as he brought his head to your neck. “Good morning my loves.” He greeted, placing a hand on top of your stomach and placing a kiss to your neck.

You giggled and put a hand to the side of his face. Just before you could say it back, a kick pushed against Kirishima’s hand instantly taking his attention. His pupils widened in love as he was so smitten by the pup yet to be born. You chuckled as you placed a hand back on the counter and the other supporting your back. “Someone wanted to say morning by themselves.”

Kirishima’s face softened, a look of pure adoration on his face as a rumble left his chest. He crouched down putting his head against your stomach. “Morning princess.” He whispered to your stomach. From the moment Kirishima found out you were pregnant, he had fallen in love with the little bundle of love inside of you. The moment he found out you were having a girl (no surprise there considering all his siblings were girls), you knew she was going to be Daddy’s little princess. He adored everything she did so far, even if it was kicking you in the ribs to say hello.

“Well Queen and princess are hungry.” You reminded him with a pointed look.

He let out a loud laugh, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Alright. One breakfast coming up.” He turned, grabbing a plate for you first. He bustled around the kitchen nowadays, opting to serve you like the Queen you were cause he couldn’t handle seeing you on your feet for more than a minute. “You know… I think princess has my appetite.” He let out.

You hummed in agreement. “And your size cause dear God she’s heavy.”

Kirishima let out a loud laugh as he placed your plate of food in front of a chair for you. “She’s a Kirishima. We’re naturally big.” He reminded you. “It’s one of our personality traits.”

“I can see that.” You hummed as you tried sliding off the counter.

Before you could even think of doing so, Kirishima picked you up with one arm. Your eyes widened at the strength of your husband. He was a powerful man and often than not you were reminded about that. You felt heat cross over your face as he sat you down in your chair in front of your meal. He put a hand to your head comfortingly, before turning back to grab himself some breakfast.

“Tea or juice?” He asked.

“Coffee.”

“No.”

You whined with a pout as you took a bite of your food. Just at the taste of it you felt yourself melting. A happy purr came from you at the taste as you smiled. You liked the taste of it and by the way little princess calmed down, she also did too. Kirishima chuckled at how food distracted you so easily. He used it as a way to deflect any bad things from you. The other day he had called you a sexy whale and you started bawling your eyes out thinking he was calling you fat. All it took was one muffin and you were happy again.

He smiled at the sight of you. The sound of his Omega purring, happily provided for and calm in the morning was all he could ever wished for.

The two of you had been so wishing for a pup, Kirishima longer than you might think so. You both didn’t talk about it at first, it simply just being a kink you both seemed to indulge in far too often, until Kirishima had popped the question. Kirishima came from a big family and he wanted that in his own immediate life too. It was something that ran through his veins alongside his blood. From the moment that you both agreed (with very little talking), it was soon discovered that you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought to make your dream of a family a reality. When your husband was a fertile as a bull, it was no surprise there.

With the help of his dam and the other Omegas in your Pack, you already had everything you needed for when the pup would arrive, which wouldn’t be for another month or so. You were already big enough to keep you always one push away from rolling like a watermelon and you felt heavy enough to feel like you were carrying one.

Luckily for you, you had the best Alpha in the world, who was currently feeding you more than he was feeding himself. Kirishima was always in touched with his instincts. He was just such a great Alpha that way. He always provided for you before himself. He always made sure that first came you, and now you and the pup. He was always so worried, which is why he preferred to keep you in eyesight or where he knew you would be close by, happy, well fed and relaxed, off of your feet.

Even though you argued that you needed exercise, Kirishima was not one to listen much.

“You know Eiji,” You started as he carried you up back to your nest. “I’m so glad that you’re here today.” You told him honestly, keeping your head against his chest.

Kirishima looked down at you and smiled. “Aw, come on sweetness, you know that I would do anything and everything to be with you and princess as much as I can.” He placed a kiss to your forehead making you hum in happiness. He pushed open the door to your nesting room, the bright open room being filled with your scents making it a safe and comfortable space. “Just one more week and then it will be two whole months of you and princess.” He assured you. He got into your nest, sitting down carefully with you in his lap. He leaned back with a sigh, enjoying the warm and comforting space that was your nest.

You manoeuvred around (albeit it took you a minute longer than you would like to admit), to face Kirishima properly. You joined your hands behind his neck. You brought your head to his neck, closing your eyes. “I missed you.” You whispered, rubbing your forehead against the scent gland on his neck. You felt a rumble resonate from his chest, happy and content. You smiled as you placed a kiss to his shoulder. Kiss by kiss, you moved up his neck, your hands on his warm skin, feeling him underneath you. “I miss you so much.” You whisper to his ear.

Kirishima hummed as he moved his head back to look down at you. He looked you up and down in his lap before chuckling lowly. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He asked amusedly. “I swear, ever since you became pregnant, it’s almost as if you live on my knot nowadays.”

You tilted your head. “And are you complaining?” You asked him.

“Oh, I would be a fool to do that.”

You laughed at his statement. You leaned forward and brought your hands onto his shoulders. “I can’t help it.” You whispered. “My body aches for the Alpha who claimed me. It aches for you so much sometimes…” Kirishima listened with only you in mind, his hands holding your hips tightly as he looked down at you with half lidded lustful eyes. “It’s torture being away from you some days, Eiji. Having my big,” You dragged your hands down his chest as you looked up at him. “strong, protective Alpha away when I need his knot so badly, it hurts. So badly it feels like I can’t breathe without having you inside of me.”

Kirishima let out a shaky breath. “You don’t hate me for it?” He asked, his eyes on your lips, but his patience still strong.

You scoffed, straightening up closer to his mouth. “How could I hate the man who gave me my world? No, I do not hate you for it.”

“Good.” He leaned down against your lips. “I do not regret it one bit and call me a fool, but my very being is on fire every time I look at you like this.”

You couldn’t take it any longer. Any second with your body not joined with his felt like torture. It felt like you were on fire, and you couldn’t douse it without his touch. You buried your hand in his hair as you moved your lips against his. He chuckled at your eagerness, at the way your hands flew down to his sweatpants, tugging at his pants in need for them to be gone faster. You felt the ache and longing between your legs increase as you shifted in his lap.

Kirishima moved to lift you up slightly, allowing himself to kick off his sweatpants and boxers. After tending to himself, he quickly made work of tearing away your panties and throwing the oversized shirt that you were over somewhere. The moment you were both naked and bare to each other, like magnets you quickly moved into each other’s embrace, albeit it wasn’t as easy as when you weren’t carrying a pup, but it still felt just as good. You held him tightly, keeping his body around you.

Kirishima moved his mouth to your neck, his tongue licking over your scent glands before nipping at your neck. You whined at the prodding at a sensitive area. He moved his kisses down your body, finding your body reacting in the most delicious way. He moved down to your chest, gropping your breasts that he seemed to find a new obsession with recently.

Pregnancy came with many changes, which included your breasts growing. It was something Kirishima found like a blessing. You leaned back, keeping your chest up and supporting your back. Kirishima hastily moved his mouth over to suck on one nipple. You immediately let out a gasp. “Fuck…” You breathed out as he messaged the other one with his hand. Kneading and keeping it warm in his palms. You moaned as you turned your head, enjoying the feeling. You hissed slightly at slight discomfort, but you didn’t want him to stop. You urged him to continue. “Harder… Eijiro, harder.” You beg as you moved one hand into his hair, keeping him there.

Kirishima paused as something sweet touched his tongue. He leaned back, saliva hanging between his lips and your breasts. Budding there was white beads of milk. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked up at you. “Since when could you do this?” He asked in surprise. He turned his attention to the other one, kneading and pinching it between his fingers, drawing out milk.

You looked just as confused as him. “Since… now?”

Kirishima was speechless as he looked back down to your breast that smell of warm fresh cream and milky essence. A new development was just discovered. Kirishima knew that with your daughter expected in a short number of weeks, eventually you would start lactating before then, but it must have slipped his mind. Kirishima let out a low growl in need, his cock twitching at how gorgeous he found you. Sweet warm milk was everything that he could ever wish from you, but it was the relief of pressure that made you putty in his hands. You could feel the way Kirishima was growing restless with you. He thrusted up between your thighs, your clit rubbing down against the length of his warm hot cock, making sparks of pleasure illicit from you.

Kirishima swallowed every drop that came from you, moving to the other breast to make sure to never make any part of your body feel unincluded. He hummed as he groped and grabbed at your body. You felt like a drug to him, so euphoric to his brain that he couldn’t ever dream of giving you up. Kirishima let go of your breast with a pop, making you whimper at how close to an untouched orgasm you were.

His eyes were hypnotised on your body. “If you weren’t already pregnant, I would be pushing a pup into you right now.” You felt yourself clench on nothing as slick dripped out of you onto his lap. It was less than it would have been when you weren’t pregnant, but it did the job just the same.

Kirishima grabbed at your thighs, trying to move you to have down into your nest. You quickly shifted, trying to stay on top of him, gripping at his shoulders and trying to push him down. You chirped at him making him pause for a moment to see what you wanted.

You grinned as you moved your hands down to his abdomen, trying to stabilise yourself. “I want to try and ride you.” You expressed with a bold tilt to your head.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow with a chuckle. “My love, you shouldn’t be exerting yourself. You should be resting even with my cock inside you.” He placed a kiss to your forehead. “I have to be gentle with you.” He placed his hands on your stomach, caressing the stretched firm skin underneath his hands.

You knew that he always had this rush through him whenever he touched your stomach like that. The inherit primal feeling of knowing that out of every Alpha in the world, he was the one who you agreed to court, he was the one who you accepted as your mate, he was the one who to leave a mark on your neck bigger and deeper than any mark you had ever seen, he was the one to have put a wedding ring on your finger, he was the one to put that pup inside. He was there, when he had you forced with your legs spread, drooling into your nest, slick leaving you like a faucet and his knot deep inside you knowing that he was going to get a pup from that heat.

You matched his expression, giving him a raised eyebrow of your own. “You weren’t gentle when we got into this situation.” You shot right back at him. His smirk pulled into a sharp grin, his canines gleaming at you, sharp and taunting. You moved one hand to grasp his chin as you grinned up at him. “I’m not fragile Eijiro, you know this. You made sure that my body adjusted enough to take you, so don’t doubt me now.” You urged from him. “If I can jump on the mould of your cock when you’re not here, I sure can jump on the real thing when you are.”

He lifted his hands up in surrender as he lay himself back into the nest, his red fiery hair sprawled around him. He looked up at you, so adoringly, almost as if you were the only thing he could see. “Who am I to argue with the Head Omega of this pack.”

You hummed. “That’s much better.” You spoke confidently.

You moved around, placing one hand down in your nest beside the huge Alpha underneath you, and your other hand went back to the cock underneath you. Your fingers could barely touch around it, so thick and heavy that you knew that you would be eating your words later, when you end up fucking yourself stupid on it in a few moments. You pushed back down, letting the head of his cock push through into you. You both let out a groan, Kirishima putting his hands on your hips, trying to aid you without saying anything.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to not sound like an absolute slut at how good it felt having him fill you up again. Its almost like he satiated you. Like he was the only thing keeping your mind sane. You whimpered, as you finally found yourself sitting on the whole thing, hovering above just where his knot was steadily growing. You took a moment to just revel in the feeling. Your eyes closed at how full you felt, just how surrounded by him you were.

Kirishima looked up at you with a smile, his pupils dilated beyond belief and a rumble in his chest. “How did I get so lucky?” His question made you open your eyes as you gently caressed your own body, loving the tingle across your skin. You loved that look on his face. The look that told you that he only ever thought of you.

“I don’t deserve you, Eijiro.” You whispered down to him.

He shook his head. “You deserve more than me.”

The grinding of your hips brought a moan out his chest as you continued on your pursuit. You whined as you put your hands on his chest and used your thighs to move you up and down his cock. It was a delicious feeling. It made you feel euphoric. So filled and cared for. It felt so good and you couldn’t begin to even think beyond that feeling. Kirishima guided your hips, lifting you up and down his cock with no problem as you both gradually increased the speed.

Soon you couldn’t even think, basically drooling as you chased the pleasure of the feeling of his cock inside you. Kirishima thrusted up into you, trying to make you think that you still had control of this situation when you both knew that was anything but the truth. You didn’t hinder yourself from moaning out into the morning air, knowing how much he loved to hear you. Kirishima grinned up at you, as you chased after his cock with every thrust. Your sex tightened around his cock so deliciously it almost made him falter.

Unexpectedly, he ripped an orgasm from you. “HOLY- Eijiro!” You cried out, your body tensing for a moment as you whimpered through it. Slick dripping out of your messy cunt. He took the opportunity to flip the both of you.

He placed you down into the nest, flipping you into a presentation position which you seemed very eager to be in. Your legs were spread, allowing him a way to push in his cock as you kept your chest flat against the soft bottom of the nest as you looked back at him.

You thrusted your hips back, searching for his cock eagerly. “Eijiro, Eijiro please. Put it back in.” You begged almost as if he did not just bring you to an orgasm second before. “Ple-OH FUCK!” The way you melted back down into a pliant state, when he put his cock inside you, made him twitch. You hummed in pleasure having him back inside your heat, gripping him securely inside you.

He rubbed over your skin, over the arch of your back. “Better?” He asked. You nodded your head, unable to give him a verbal response. He chuckled. “Good.” Without wasting another moment, he turned to rapidly moving In and out of you. His thrusts strong and purposeful and he fucked you like you wanted him to. A growl resonating out of his chest as he focused on the obscene squelch of your coupling.

You moaned underneath him like a whore, but you couldn’t seem to care. It was in this position that gave you the pup that was growing in your belly and your Omega seemed very adamant to remind you of that. You let him fuck you into your nest, as if you were nothing but something for him to pump and use full. You let waves of orgasms rush through you as you stayed pliant underneath him, allowing him to use you till his own impending high.

Kirishima moved to bring his chest down against your back. His canines were aching to sink back into your skin, into the mark that he gave you. His thrusts were sporadic and needy, which was exactly how he felt. His knot was pushing against the lips of your cunt, wanting to push through and knot you two together. Which was exactly what he wanted to achieve. With a vicious bite to the junction between your neck and your shoulder, he pushed his knot inside you, locking the two of you together.

You let out a crippled whimper as you once again felt a shiver run down your back as you came on his cock, sinking as you were rapidly losing energy to hold yourself up. Kirishima groaned above you, the taste of you on his lips and the feeling of cum being pumped inside you. He loved this. When he could reclaim you in every way he knew how. He let go of you, pulling the both of you to lie on your sides as to allow pressure away from your stomach.

You breathed heavily beside him, enjoying the warmth of his chest and the rumble that came from it. You purred in content as he placed a blanket over the both of you, the nest cradling the two of you. His giant size had never felt better as he practically consumed you and held you tightly against him. Kirishima licked at the reopened mark, making sure that any drop of blood wouldn’t hit your nest. You purred, putting a hand up to the back of his neck. You smiled as you turned back to look up at him. “Good morning, Eijiro.”

At first, the redheaded Alpha didn’t seem to understand, then it hit him. You never did say good morning back, being interrupted by your daughter’s kick early. He chuckled with a grin. He placed a kiss against your head. “Good morning, Y/N.”

“DADDY!”

You both groaned as the door of your room was banged against. You buried yourself in your husband’s embrace, trying to escape the hoard that would be running into your room in seconds. “Your daughters are awake.” You grumbled, holding onto his warm embrace just a little longer before he was stolen from you.

He chuckled sleeply, a deep sound that ran through his entire being and into your own. “They’re always my daughters.” He pointed out, pulling you back up. You looked up at him lazily. He had crows feet by his eyes already at how much he smiled. A huge morning smile on his face as he looked down at you. “Good morning.” He kissed your forehead.

You opened your mouth to say it back, but the sound of your bedroom door opening, took both of your attention.

Squeals and giggles filled your bedroom as tiny little black-haired girls ran into your bedroom. You couldn’t help but smile at them. They were just like their father, happiness brimming out of them like an overflowing fountain. Kirishima sat up just as two of his eldest girls ran to him. He scooped them up and kissed all over their faces. They giggled at the affection. You moved to help the twins up into bed, who also sought out morning kisses from the two of you.

But of course, they were Kirishimas.

So, they were Daddy’s little girls through and through.

They tackled him down to the bed again only making Kirishima laugh. “Morning my beautiful princess.” He laughed, as they all piled on top of him in a sort of dog pile. If they did have tails, you bet they would have been wagging up a storm.

You softened at the sight, seeing all of them together. It was always the mornings that reminded you how grateful you were for your family.

Then started the Kirishima Family morning routine. After you getting tackled by your enthusiastic husband and his carbon copies, you had to usher the girls to take their baths before school. You and your husband had a routine. You handled the new pup he took your four girls. A win-win situation. The girls were paired up in different rooms which made everything easier. Even though they were always squirming and finally in their kindergarten outfits for the day, they all ended up in a line for Kirishima to do their hair. It was cute walking into the bathroom with the two holding onto your fingers and the large man that your husband was trying to play both a chair and a hairstylist as he listened to what his girls demanded their hair to be for the day.

But with him occupying them, you could focus on the newest addition to your family. You walked into the nursery(and nesting room) where your youngest pup, a four month old and the only boy amongst his sisters, was now lazily chewing on his hand. You smiled as you approached him, as he was kept warm and supported. “Hey there Asa. Are you awake?” You asked him softly. Noticing you in the room, he let out a soft coo as he grabbed up at you, trying to reach you. His sparkly red eyes gleaming up at you. You chuckled and picked him up gently, holding him to your chest. He snuggled closer to you, glad that you finally came back to him. You chuckled. “Lets get you changed, hm?”

Asa was never one to be very demanding. He was a pretty easy baby so far, which you were very grateful for. It allowed you to put him in a sling, keeping him close to you, giving him a bottle of breastmilk that you had pumped not even an hour ago, and could get to work. You made breakfast prepared their little bentos (and your husband’s not so little bento) and by the time breakfast was ready, they all came rushing in trying to help in whatever way they could.

“Satomi, please get the girls in their chairs.” You asked your oldest, a seven year old girl, Satomi.

She grinned up at you with a sharp Kirishima smile and a tooth missing. She nodded her head. A Red bow in her hair. “Yes, mama.” She said as she went back to the group that were spread out. The two three year olds, Meiko and Manako, held onto their sire’s legs, giggling while the five year old tried throwing away an empty packet of pretzels into the bin. Satomi was your little helper and ring leader of the group. She also seemed to be ringleader of the pack pups too. Instantly taking after her father. She showed signs of leaning towards becoming an Alpha, always coping her father, never really being one to nest but she was very possessive of things, and she tried growling one time (didn’t up really well but her father seemed to encourage it more and more she tried).

Kirishima walked up to you, placing a kiss on the little boy in your arms who seemed rather unbothered with the fiasco around him, having already been fed himself. Asa giggled at the kiss and placed a soft small hand on Kirishima’s finger, making his sire smile. You chuckled. “Alright, big boy, breakfast is ready.” You reminded him.

Breakfast was a funny ordeal. Filled with girls trying to steal mini sausages off of each other’s plates, Kirishima making a face out of his plate and food and you and your son watching wondering how you ended up in a house filled with pups.

Having a good wipe down of their faces, their lunches packed and your husband, finally getting some time to get his bag and get off to work. You all exited the house. Right as you did, seeing the bright sun that shone down on the Pack A estate, you noticed that Midoriya was just leaving his house too.

He was talking to his mate with a broad smile, before perking up. He turned to the both of you. He sent a wave, a dimpled smile on his freckled face as he was dressed comfortably having just worked the night shift and was going to drop the pups before coming back for a much needed sleep. “Morning!” He had a Midoriya boy hanging off him at every corner. One sat on his shoulders, holding onto his hair. Another clung to his leg, like a swing and the youngest one sat in his arms.

Kirishima chuckled at the sight. You smiled and waved. “Morning Izuku.”

Upon noticing their Number One hero uncle, the girls brightened up with Kirishima smiles and waved over. “UNCLE DEKU!”

“HI UNCLE DEKU!”

“MORNING!” They shouted.

One of the Midoriya boys, a six year old named Toshinori, jumped off from holding onto his father’s leg and moved over towards your family unit. He bowed his head to both you and your husband. “Morning Head Alpha and Omega.” He greeted respectfully. He turned his attention then back to Satomi. His rosy cheeks were pushed up in a dimpled smile just like his father, his green mess of curls, seemingly tamed. “Morning Satomi.”

Satomi smiled. “Morning, Toshi.” She greeted back just as happily.

Before Toshinori could speak again, he was pushed to the floor by a flurry of blond and soft pops of explosions. “BUZZ OFF BROCCOLI BOY!” Satomi stood shocked as now standing over the green boy who lay in the grass was another seven year old girl, Murasuki. She had her arms folded over her chest as she glared down at him with a crimson gaze so notorious to only one man. She had her puffy blond ashen hair tied into pony tails on her head. She huffed down at him before turning back to Satomi innocently with a smile. “Mornin’ Satomi.”

You all heard a loud boisterous laugh as a blond Alpha walked out of his own home with a small blond pup, not even six months old, strapped to his front in a baby sling. “You get him, firework!” Bakugou cheered on his daughter.

Midoriya rolled his eyes at the Number Two hero of Japan. “Kacchan.”

Bakugou glared with a growl. “Deku.”

“UNCLE KACCHAN!”

“HI UNCLE KACCHAN!” The girls greeted back just as enthusiastically.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Morning Katsuki.” He ushered for the girls to get in the car.

Satomi was scolding Murasuki on hurting others, having already helped up Toshinori to his feet. The blond child seemingly disappointed that her antics didn’t work. While she got an ear full from Satomi, Akane, your five year old, was talking to Toshinori with a shy expression making sure he was okay. Toshinori nodded his head with a thankful pup yip, which only made her smile.

Kirishima picked up his two oldest children, putting them in the car and letting the oldest Midoriya and Bakugou pups return back to their sires. You chuckled as you moved over to the window of the drivers seat where Kirishima was. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips, which he eagerly accepted. You both ignored the awes coming from the back as you both put your foreheads together.

“Be safe.” You whispered.

Kirishima grinned. “Of course.” He promised you.

“And Eijiro…” You said. He kept one hand on the wheel but had his attention on you. You smiled.

“Good morning.”

-Glitch1d

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The Silent Sister ✶ Chapter 3

King!Aemond Targaryen x Septa!Little sister

In an effort to keep her second daughter away from the court's schemes, Alicent sends the young Naerys to Oldtown. Raised to become a Septa, the girl is called back to King's Landing to marry her brother Aemond when he comes out the sole victor of the Dance of the Dragons.

Wordcount: 4,540 words

Tags: arranged marriage, oral sex (female receiving), religious themes, mutual yearning

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Chapter 3 ✶ The Chains of Shame

There was something truly frightening in seeing Aemond on the ground, cold stones at his knees and the hearth at his back, the light from the bright flame curling at his shoulders and hair. The white of it took fire, orange casting a glow around his sharp face, and Naerys trembled under the force of it.

“It is unbecoming of the king to kneel in front of anyone,” she whispered like a plea, and for an instant Aemond felt as though he was looming above her instead of the opposite, from the way her eyes shone with unshed tears and her lips trembled in submission.

“I should be on my knees for you, begging,” she replied, her voice breaking as her breath escaped her, and a dark shudder went through Aemond. “Begging for your forgiveness of my faults.”

“You have no faults. None whatsoever,” Aemond vowed.

“No one is so pure, Aemond,” Naerys replied with a sad smile, her hand coming up to his face, and his eye fluttered as she traced his scar with the soft pad of her thumb. “No one is without sin. Not even the woman you took as queen.”

Aemond leaned into her touch and she shuddered when he pressed his mouth, dry and firm, to the center of her palm. Her chest swelled, tender and warm, as she traced the smooth line of his bottom lip like she had his scar.

She wondered how long it would take her to trace every line of him, every sharp angle and hollowed crease—how long it would take her to worship this body the Gods had made for him to house his soul, and for her to take as husband. Her lips tingled with the thought and shame flushed her cheeks.

“I will be the judge of that. Tell me your sins, and I’ll tell you mine,” Aemond offered, and Naerys was brought to tears by such humility, as the purity of his offer clashed with her own sinful thoughts. “In confessing, we might find absolution.”

“I thought you didn’t pray anymore,” she questioned, gathering his breath in her palm when he lowered his eye and whispered I don’t into her skin.

“Who would you pray to for absolution, then?” she wondered out loud, her nimble fingers dipping below his jaw and into the hollow of his throat. It was the closest she had ever felt to him—his pulse thrumming under her gentle fingers, his breath fanning over the back of her—she didn’t know such a simple touch could feel as intimate.

“To you,” Aemond whispered, seeking the back of her hands with his lips again, and as he dipped his head his sapphire shone in the light.

Naerys was struck where she sat as his profile was carved against the background of the orange glow—there was something ethereal about the young king, a power hidden behind the beauty, in the coil of his lean muscles and the cutting edges of his bones.

“I may be king of the Seven Kingdom, but in this room, I belong to you,” he said this like a confession, like a vow he should have made in the Sept as they were wed, but instead kept for the secrecy of his bedchambers.

“The Gods—” Naerys gasped as pride stung her eyes. She was a creature starved for the touch of a kin, for a sense of belonging, and her husband, her king, the man she ought to worship, was offering her his submission.

“The Gods have made it so, Naerys,” Aemond answered, and there was tenderness in it, a gentle acceptance. Above him, his wife was breathless, her pale face flushed in the color of spring roses and her lips parted on breaths she couldn’t seem to catch. “The Gods gave me to you, and you to me. They brought us together, made us one flesh.”

Naerys lowered her eyes at that statement. “I am sorry that I’ve been so lacking in that aspect.”

Aemond shifted at those words and one of his hands came to rest on her knee. His palm was warm through the thin fabric of her nightgown and robe, and she shivered as she was reminded of the last time she felt his touch in this way—his body, warm and solid, pinning her down, his hand tracing the curve that ran from her knee to her waist, propping her thigh on his hip.

She looked down at the creamy complexion where faint freckles stood out across the bridge of his nose, and it struck her how young he really was, how young they both were. “You are not lacking,” he assured, and once again she wondered how many ladies had sighed and flushed under his touch.

“Our marriage bed is cold, barren,” she said in a hurried breath, rising with as much grace and dignity as she could. Aemond rose after her and she felt his gaze on her back as she turned to the fire, looking for strength and guidance in the dancing light.

“Through no fault of yours,” Aemond replied, contrite shame in his tone, and Naerys didn’t dare turn around. “The faults are mine. I am coveting what is not mine to have.”

“All of me is yours, you said so yourself,” she said quietly, glancing at him over her shoulder.

Crossing her arms over her chest, her hands curling around her upper arms, she contemplated their delicate situation. In some way, she felt older than her years, older than him—he had been made tougher by two years of war, but she was hardened by more than a decade of faith and religious education.

“Then I am coveting something that is not yours to give, either,” Aemond admitted, and somehow it felt worse to confess this to his own wife than the Septon.

“We are one flesh and yet you refused me,” Naerys replied, and if those words had come from any other woman he would have taken it as contesting, but not from her. Even when pointing out his faults, she remained gentle and forgiving.

“I would not harm you, body or soul,” he pressed.

“We are brother and sister. Husband and wife,” Naerys smiled over her shoulder. “You cannot hurt me.”

“Oh, but I can,” Aemond continued as he stepped closer to her, noticing how the fire was making the violet of her eyes glow brighter; something hot and twisted coiled in his stomach. “In ways you cannot imagine. I hurt you every time we share a bed.”

“The only thing that hurts me is my own shame,” she admitted, lowering her eyes and hiding the purple from his gaze. “You are my eldest, and the king. I must serve you with humility and yet…”

Aemond remained rooted to the spot at her whispered confession. He could not understand how a woman so pure and innocent could ever confess to shame and faults that made her feel so that she couldn’t look him in the eye; he watched her breathe for a minute, taking in the sight she made.

She was like a little bird, her wings wrapped around herself, and he wanted nothing but to catch her in his hands.

“I wish to know you. I crave your touch in a way that isn’t proper, in a way that I cannot even find words for,” Naerys whispered, her rose-colored lips barely parting on the confession.

In truth, she could not even picture her desires in her mind—they were blurry, like she was watching a scene through a veil, a curtain, two bodies pressed together, her stomach shivering, burning.

“What could ever be improper about knowing your own husband?” Aemond asked, his hand curling around her jaw as she turned to him, her hands coming to rest on his chest. His heart was beating a gentle rhythm under her palms and she sighed, settling into it.

“Pleasure of the flesh is a sin,” she breathed, and Aemond swallowed her last word from the warmth of her mouth.

“The pleasure of a queen in the arms of her king is no sin,” he said gently as he ran his knuckles over the curve of her cheekbone. Naerys suddenly flushed, her eyes dropping to the floor again. “Is my pleasure sinful to you?” he asked in a murmur, a low hum that made her shudder in his hold.

“I was taught those are improper desires, for a woman,” she confessed.

“You are no simple woman anymore, Naerys,” Aemond continued, almost breathless, as the back of his fingers trailed the hollow of her throat. “You are queen now, wife to the dragon.”

Her blush extended past her face to her neck and collarbones, and her eyes widened at the insinuation. She had never considered herself above any simple woman of faith, a servant to the rest of humankind; her chest rose up and down in nerves, and she looked so precious in her embarrassment that Aemond wanted to coax her further.

“What are you saying?” Naerys whispered, and he found her so sweet he could not help but to dip his head to steal another breath from her lips.

“I am saying that no sin could ever take place in our marriage bed,” Aemond promised. He swiped the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb, and she opened her mouth slightly under his caress—this time, she surged against him as he came to steal her breath.

She kissed him with a clumsy eagerness that stoked the embers of his desire, and he found himself hard against his leathers, his head spinning from it.

“The purpose of our marriage bed is to pursue our legacy,” she insisted, quick breaths fanning over Aemond’s lips. “To bring dragons into this world again, not to satisfy our earthly desires,” she whined as Aemond dipped his mouth into her neck, chasing the sugar of her skin while she desperately clutched her sweetness.

She made him crave the high that would be coaxing her into what she perceived as sin, and while he had no wish to hurt her or cause her shame; he desperately craved the connection of their bodies.

He wanted her to see the truth, to embrace it and pursue it. “Dragons need warmth to be born,” he said, and he felt the moment she surrendered to him.

She sagged against him, her fists curling tighter against his back as though she could weave her fingers into his skin and melt into him, making them one.

“You are not a woman. You are a dragon. A goddess,” he preached like a Septon to his followers. “Allow me to show you, to worship you, I beg of you.”

Naerys felt her chest swell under his praises and pleadings, and for an instant she could swear her feet lifted from the floor. “Let me serve you, if just the once,” he breathed into her hair before pressing a chaste, gentle kiss to her forehead.

The gesture brought tears to her eyes and her soul wept and wailed deep behind her ribs—she longed for his touch, for his love, and in that moment she knew how weak the flesh really was as she nodded silently, her desperation showing in the shaking of her hands.

If they were meant to be one, to produce an heir or heal their wounds, she could allow him this request—she was meant to serve, and if her pleasure served her king, then she would happily do her duty.

Her breath rattling in her small chest, Naerys took a step back towards the bed, then another, feeling behind her with the palms of her hands, and she shuddered as Aemond’s nostrils flared. She felt she had awakened a dragon from its sleep and her blood burned a heat she had never known.

She lowered her eyes as she tugged at the laces that closed the collar of her nightgown, first baring her shoulders and the bony dip that led between her breasts. Aemond swallowed when she bared her chest to his gaze, catching the fabric before her nightgown could fall past her navel. He took a second to admire her slim shoulders and flat breasts, their firm shapes rising and falling as her breathing deepened, from nerves no doubt.

He was excited to notice that the blush of her cheeks and neck extended down to her chest and the top of her abdomen, which appeared tight to the touch—he wondered if it would quiver and ripple under his mouth.

Under her attentive gaze, he removed the rest of his clothes, eager to be bared in front of her as well, eager to see if his appearance pleased her—he would have loved to pride himself on his lack of vanity, but he was secretly vain, eager to be called handsome.

She blushed even fiercer, barely daring to look at him lower than his chest, her violet irises peeking from below her white lashes. He felt himself hardening nonetheless, hungry for her gaze as well as her touch.

Sensing her slight discomfort, he stepped away from her line of sight, approaching the bed and sitting on it, touching her only to graze a finger down her arm. He sat on the thick mattress, hoping that his lowered height would comfort her.

“Come, wife,” he murmured gently, more of a question than a beckoning, and she went, sighing as he welcomed her back in his embrace.

Under the pull of his fingers, the nightgown fell to the floor in a soft ruffle. There she was, bare before him and more glorious than he could have imagined—he took her in greedily, the expanse of creamy skin dotted with a few freckles, the patch of white hair between her legs, her flesh supple and pink.

He felt like a supplicant at an altar, full of devotion and the desire to worship.

It took little effort for Aemond to pull her up against him and she caught the movement swiftly, climbing into his lap so lightly he could barely feel her. But there she was, hands braced on his shoulders, looking down at him, her soft thighs on either side of him.

The whole situation was exhilarating and almost overwhelming, from their hips being so close to the other's, to her breasts so close to his face, and yet something in her loosened, as though her body recognized it as familiar.

"Allow me, my queen," he asked quietly, and she nodded, timid but trusting, and her trust made his heart swell with affection.

He gently stroked along the curve of one breast, trying to figure out what touch would make her sigh in pleasure while he kissed her neck, chastely as though not to spook her, his mouth watering at the thought of putting it elsewhere on her body.

Soft sounds started to fall from her lips, no more the restrained breaths as before but gentle gasps and sighs. His touch made her want to bite her lip, her whole chest growing tight and sensitive.

He groaned against her neck when she shifted and accidentally pressed against him—she gasped as she felt his hardness against her hip and his arm slithered around her waist on instinct. She held herself still for a second before her body molded into his and her spine curved despite herself, making her rock against him.

He felt hard and hot against her navel and a desperate feeling burst between her thighs, a flame she had never felt before. Each time their skin came into contact it only seemed to stoke and spread the fire in Aemond’s blood and the same primal desire seemed to spark in her, even though she could hardly understand it.

“Aemond,” she whispered, fear slipping into her voice again, but then she gasped as he put his open mouth to her breast, pressing his tongue against one of her nipples.

Her hands flew to his silky hair and he looked up—she shivered as the cold air hit her skin again, warm and wet from his kiss. “Order me to stop and I will,” he rasped, and the flame reignited for a second.

She shook her head wordlessly, her gaze never leaving his as he slid his hand from her chest down her navel slow enough that she could anticipate where he was going, then gently stroked his thumb from her patch of silver hair down to where she was so incredibly soft.

Her folds were barely moist but he proceeded in the most cautious and gentle manner he could—her eyes widened and she whimpered as he touched her, softer and without the usual purpose.

She kept her attention on her breathing, summoning the focus she usually mustered when she prayed for long periods of time, getting used to the feeling of someone else touching her there with intent. He was careful but she was sensitive and unused to it, too tense for it to feel as pleasurable as it could have, as he was confident he could make it.

Naerys knew he was educated and meticulous, she could only imagine what he knew of a woman's body, and her thoughts were confirmed as he pressed his thumb gently at the top of her folds, where he felt a small nub. Between surprise, discomfort, and apprehension, it was a little while before pleasure found her.

When finally he saw the first flicker of pleasure on her face and heard her first quiet moan, he felt a flush of triumph take him. His stomach tightened, his desire becoming insistant and painful, but didn't want to rush this. He let her get used to the rhythm and pressure of his thumb, marveling at how damp she gradually grew, her breaths turning into sighs and her hips shaking into his hand.

She tensed a bit again when he gently probed deeper between her wet folds, searching for the entrance into her body, and it only spurred him on another path.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, timid and sweet.

“I told you a queen ought to be worshiped. Lips are made for worship, are they not?” Aemond continued, shuddering when he noticed her flush as she caught his meaning, tears pooling in her eyes.

Naerys let Aemond guide them further up the bed, curling his hands around her thighs as he scooted back until he was propped up against the pillows. Straddling his chest as she was, she grabbed onto the carved headboard to steady her shaking frame as Aemond shifted downward, trailing kisses to her creamy skin.

Naerys gasped when she truly understood where he was heading, almost asking him to stop. She was embarrassed but he didn't let her nerves get the best of her and pressed a tentative kiss to her center, where her more sensitive spot was.

Kneeling on the sheets, she could almost have been a supplicant, but instead she was made to take over, to be in charge of her husband, and to take her pleasure at his mouth while he laid against the pillows, almost smothered between her thighs. It was blasphemy, but the way Aemond looked up at her with adoration made her toes curl.

She gasped his name like a plea, and Aemond almost moaned into her skin. He kissed her again a few times, letting her breathe between each press of his lips, and when she sighed through parted lips, putting some voice into it, he gave her a tentative lick with the tip of his tongue. She gasped loudly in both surprise and pleasure as lightning ran up her spine, her fingers digging into the unyielding wood.

"Aemond," she pleaded, and she wanted to beg the Gods, for what she was unsure.

Aemond did it again, more assured this time, and to her embarrassment she moaned shakily and rocked her hips forward slightly, which he encouraged with his hands on the back of her thighs.

Following her movements, he pressed his tongue harder against her nub in a slow but steady rhythm. It felt so incredibly intimate and forbidden, but she closed her eyes and surrendered to the heat and pressure of his mouth as tears ran down her cheekbones.

He was as gentle and careful as he had been since the beginning, but confident and firm. His tongue was skilled, matching the rocking of her hips with the pressure of his mouth. He tried broader strokes, licking her with unconcealed pleasure, and she whined when he hummed against her—it earned her a firmer lick down her folds, the tip of his tongue pressing against her entrance. He was a fast learner, quickly figuring out what made her shiver and sigh, what made her moan and beg under her breath.

“Gods, Aemond,” she called out loud, tears in her voice, but the vice of her grip in his hair kept him between her trembling thighs—he was certain she hadn’t realized she had reached for his hair, so overwhelmed as she was.

She had never thought her king would kiss her there, nor have his tongue taste her—even less lay back and allow his queen to overpower him. She lost herself to the heat of his mouth, forgetting all about modesty, and as the pleasure crested higher than she could have ever imagined, she risked a glance downward.

She was met with a breathtaking sight—Aemond’s long hair was spread on the pillows, along the strong line of his shoulders, and his sapphire eye shined. Even as a supplicant he looked regal, ethereal, and more powerful than she had ever seen him; he held a knowledge in his mind that transposed into his body, and she marveled at how clever he was proving to be.

She threw her head back and slapped a hand against her mouth, feeling curses burn her throat.

"Let me hear you, please," he pulled away long enough to beg, sounding wrecked like he was in the throes of pleasure, and the sound was her undoing.

His shoulders pressed forward as he grabbed her hips tighter when her sighs turned into high-pitched whimpers. The rocking of her hips faltered and she seemed to choke on her own breath, gasping sounds that spurred him on and he made sure to keep the same precise movement and pressure.

“Aemond,” she suddenly called, suspended over the edge of what she could only call hysteria, and she felt her body betray her, a shameful feeling of release making her core pulse.

Her entire frame froze and she cried out, loud and high and drawn out as her hips shook beneath his mouth. She whined as each wave pulled her above her body and she wept, mortified at the wetness she felt between her thighs, a pulsing like the galloping of her heart at her neck.

Aemond kept his tongue firm and his rhythm steady all through her high, only stopping when her hand released his hair and she grew boneless above him, clinging to the headboard. His jaw was a bit sore but he loved it and he pressed his face into her inner thigh as she caught her breath, reveling in the pride of being between her legs, at the service of her pleasure and having succeeded at bringing her over the edge.

His own arousal was a pulsing heat between his legs, but he resisted the urge to take a hand to himself, knowing the release would be only more intense if he waited to share it with her.

"Aemond, what..?" she asked when she could finally talk, and he guided her to sit back on his abdomen, groaning as he felt her soaked skin on him.

“A woman’s peak is much more potent than a man’s,” he explained with a smile, almost shy, as though he wasn’t the one who had brought her to such soaring height.

"I would have never known," she whispered, wonder in her voice.

Her hand went to his face and he shivered as she touched his scar, something akin to admiration on her face, her expression open and almost vulnerable. “You are so different tonight than how I’ve come to know you,” she whispered.

“In what way am I so different?”

“You are a proud man, an even prouder king. You are a feared but respected leader,” Naerys said with emotions he never wanted to hear from her. She feared him, he realized, feared the crown-wearing dragon.

“I told you. Out there, I am king,” he replied, taking pause to kiss the pad of her thumb as she traced his bottom lip in wonder. “In here, I am yours.”

“And the king doesn’t belong to me?” she asked, even though she was starting to understand his reasoning. The king belonged to the queen, but she didn’t exist as a woman of flesh, only as an idea in the minds of men. Under the crown she occasionally wore, there was only Naerys, daughter of Viserys and Alicent.

“He could, if you wanted him.”

Naerys shook her head. “The king belongs to the realm,” she murmured. “I want only Aemond. The brother I knew before I was taken away, the husband I am learning to know all over again.”

“That boy died, the day I gained Vhagar,” he said with resignation and sadness, and she could only kiss his scarred cheek for it.

“I prayed for your healing, for months on end,” she said against his cheek. “I was advised against it, as a Septa should keep all people in her prayers, and family only distracts us from our duty.”

“And now your duty is to me,” Aemond murmured as he sought her lips, smiling as she sighed into his kiss.

Naerys remembered her forbidden prayers as Aemond guided her to lie down against him. Her skin was growing cold against his, and she shivered as she felt his softening flesh against the back of her thigh—she wanted to inquire about his pleasure, but he seemed oddly content even though his seed hadn’t been spilled. Her thighs bracketing his hips, she buried her face in his neck as his arms wrapped around her tightly.

Aemond relaxed into the plush pillows and sheets as Naerys grew heavier on top of him. A gentle laugh rumbled in his chest as she was lulled into slumber by the crackling fire and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His desire was still hot in his stomach, but it didn’t feel so pressing; he would rather hold his wife’s body in honest affection and let his thoughts wander as she laid safe against him.

“Do you miss that boy?” Naerys asked in a barely audible whisper as she hung between reality and the lands of dreams. “The one that died on Driftmark.”

“Do you miss the girl you were, the girl you could have been?” Aemond asked, suddenly eager to know her mind. Pressing a kiss into her hair, he shivered as one of her hands came to rest on his chest, curling along his ribs. He wondered how many royal beds had known such simple peace, such harmony, even for a night.

“Only when I allow myself to,” Naerys replied with audible tears, and Aemond pressed another kiss in her hair.

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crushedgraham · 2 months

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18+ request: in modern/au, fem!reader and Alcina are married and she's a college professor and she's on a zoom call and reader tries to break her composure, like eating her out underneath her desk?

thank you!!!

Getting that A

Pairings: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alcina seems stressed, so much paperwork and now a lecture over zoom? It only seems right as her wife to try and lighten her load - on your knees.

Warnings: Roleplaying, a little degradation, exhibitionism, Modern AU

There are very few people who would willingly listen to two hours worth of art history, but when the lessons were taught by your goddess of a wife? Suddenly it didn’t seem so bad. Maybe it was the way the vocabulary rolled off her silver tongue or perhaps the designer glasses that sat perched perfectly on the ridge of her angular nose. You couldn’t care for the reason, all you knew was that you were married to the sexiest professor in all of Romania (possibly the world) and she was missing from her rightful spot between your thighs.

Your knuckles knocked quickly against the deep mahogany wood of Alcina’s office door, followed by a distant “Come in.”

Pushing open the heavy door, your eyes immediately fixate on Alcina’s powerful figure sitting behind her desk. You shoo the lustful thoughts away as you note the stacks of paper scattered across the desk along with a pale finger rubbing at her brow bone - a habit you’ve come to know when your wife is particularly stressed.

“Draga? Is everything alright?” You’re snapped out of your own little world by weary blue eyes searching yours.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I brought your lunch up since you skipped breakfast.”

She resumes her incessant scribbling as you gently rearrange a few papers to make room for the tray. “How sweet of you, my love. Thank you.”

Though she made no move to react any further, her eyes remained glued to the documents. Taking this as a challenge, you saunter around the desk until you're by your wife’s side. Your hands glide along the neatly rolled sleeves that cling just enough to her forearms, up to her tense shoulders where your fingers press into a tight knot at the base of her neck. Alcina’s reaction is immediate, her hand stilling, her long eyelashes fluttering shut and the sinfully low groan that rumbles deep from within her chest.

“You’ve been working so hard, take a break, baby.” Your breath tickles the shell of her ear and you punctuate the end of your sentence with a nip at her earlobe.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, I have a zoom lesson in five minutes.” Her tone is threatening but all it does is make you want her more.

Alcina was a very experimental woman and that extended into your sex life. There was a particular kink that you knew she had that had been untouched for quite some time. This was quite a fitting situation to strike at it.

“I’m sure I could help you de-stress and listen to the lecture at the same time, professor.”

Her eyes meet yours, silently asking if this is what she thought it was, all you offer is a cheeky grin as you kneel like a saint at the feet of their goddess - you were always ready to worship your lady.

“Let me help you, professor, please?”

The space underneath her desk is slightly larger than an average sized desk because Alcina was anything but average. From this angle, she got a wonderful view of your cleavage that your tight dress top did little to conceal. She might not outwardly express it but the dilation of her pupils was all the encouragement you needed to nuzzle your cheek against the cold metal of her belt buckle - your hands groping and squeezing the strong muscle of her thighs.

Alcina tuts at your neediness, “Such a slut. Well go on, prove yourself useful and I just might let you pass.” She goes back to work, now clicking away at her computer to get the zoom meeting ready.

You unbuckle her belt with vigor, dropping it on the floor with a soft thud when it makes contact with the plush rug that aids your exposed knees that will surely bruise after this. The button on her suit pants is stubborn and takes a bit of cautioned yanking that earns you a glare but you undo it nonetheless. You tug the pants down just below her knee caps, revealing her lacy black underwear. Alcina spares you one last glance before clicking the “start meeting” button, students knowing your wifes strict rule of punctuality, begin flooding into the meeting.

The heady smell of her arousal mixed with the accents of her perfume and cigarettes mix to create an aphrodisiac that only you would ever witness. Shuffling forward, you press your tongue flat against the wet patch that stains the center of her underwear. The faint taste adds to the burning heat between your own thighs. Hungry for more, you yank the delicate lace to the side - a moan nearly slipping out from your lips as the sight of Alcina’s puffy, wet pussy is on full display for you.

Her voice, deepened by her lust, begins the lecture but it sounds worlds away to you. Your wife is notorious for her powerful voice, which is just as commanding and boisterous in bed. And as much as you’d love to make her scream your name - you didn’t want the undeserving students in the call to witness what solely belongs to you. To avoid this, you begin by slowly cleaning the insides of her thighs where her slick has collected. Your tongue trails up the sides of her cunt, narrowly missing her soaked folds. Alcina glares down at you over the rim of her half-moon glasses, her nostrils flaring from the teasing that she couldn’t stop you from carrying out.

But for both your sanities, you finally relent. Pressing your tongue against her swollen clit draws a shaky exhale through her nose and a feather light whimper from yourself. Your tongue stays there, drawing little circles before dipping down to taste her straight from the source. Above you, Alcina digs her manicured nails into the top of her desk in an effort to keep her tone even. Yet when you stuff your tongue inside her, her composure quickly begins to crack. Her velvety walls clench against your slick muscle as you work it in and out of her needy slit, her body twitching as the tip of your tongue presses against the spongey little spot inside her that you know all too well.

Alcina quickly asks a question, allowing one of her students to answer, giving her a brief moment to focus on your motions. Her hand sneaks down to thread between your locks, her grip is tight and the sharp points of her nails scrape against your scalp ever so slightly. The added pressure to your head pushes your face further into her pussy, your nose now rubbing just right against her clit. The new friction against her clit mixed with the scandalous situation sends her to the brink of cumming embarrassingly fast. A large black pump gets thrown over your shoulder, the heel digging into your shoulder blade. The burn from both the heel and her nails along with your own arousal that drips from underneath your skirt encourages you to ignore the aching in your jaw and fuck your wifes dripping cunt faster.

“I apologize but a family emergency has c-come up. I will pick up from where we ended next week.” Her rushed excuse doesn’t register in your head but the obscenely loud moan after she ends the meeting does.

You get one last thrust in before her walls start twitching, constricting your tongue - forcing you to helplessly take the coating and gushing of cum. It clings to your tongue as you pull it out from her pulsing cunt, taking a long pause to enjoy the taste as it slides down your throat when you swallow.

“So professor, how was that? Surely A plus worthy.” You question smugly.

Alcina rests her head back against the leather headrest of her plush office chair, her eyes shut as she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Perhaps a B minus at best.”

An offended and quite appalled gasp rips from your drenched lips as you stare incredulously at her. She opens one eye to look down at you, her face completely neutral before she cracks a grin, little giggles tumbling out before they turn into full laughs.

“Joking, darling! I can’t help myself when you react so adorably.” She rolls her chair back to give you enough space to lift you up into her lap. You refuse to look at her, your bottom lip pushed out in a pout and your arms crossed securely over your chest.

“Oh? Is my little dove upset with me? What a shame, I only give rewards to those who don’t pout and ignore their amazing wives.” Alcina noses along the curve of your neck, red lips passing the color of her expensive lipstick onto your skin. Her fingers deftly reach under your skirt to trace your cunt through your thoroughly soaked panties.

“I- I want a-an A..!” You whine out.

Watching Alcina unravel so beautifully nearly brought you to your own orgasm, untouched. Still, you were turned on and your sensitivity was cranked all the way up. A throaty chuckle reverberates against your skin.

“And you got your A, Dragul meu.” She rises to press her lips against yours in a slow kiss, she invades your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the taste of herself. Though the moment is broken when the sound of the front door opening followed by the loud bickering of your three daughters echoes into the large office. You drop your head onto Alcina’s chest with a groan.

“I didn’t even get to cum…”

“We both need a shower, perhaps I could give you your reward there.”

That was all you needed before you were booking it to your bathroom connected to your bedroom. Alcina shaking her head in amusement at your antics while redressing.

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snippychicke · 7 months

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Kinktober (NSFW)

Monkey D. Garp/ Reader

Week One: Lovemaking

As they said, with age comes experience. And well, that definitely applied to Monkey D. Garp. Granted, despite his age, he had the energy of a man half his age (if not more) and definitely had the stamina.

But while Garp didn't mind the occasional quickie and a good hard fuck, his favorite was a nice long night of lovemaking.

It was more than just sex. It was far more emotional, soft kisses as you worshipped each other--body and soul.

You rocked slowly on his cock, taking your sweet time to indulge the feeling of him filling you, just as you knew he was enjoying the feeling of you surrounding him, tight and wet despite your own age. Lazy kisses, running your nails through his short grey hair, through the coarse beard covering his strong jaw, and then down into the hair on his chest.

"All these years and it's still like you were meant just for me," he muttered as his large fingers ran up along your spine. "Just perfect. Absolutely perfect."

You kissed him softly, rolling your hips in that way he enjoyed and felt him squeeze your hip in response. "Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing."

Garp's lips twitched into that cocky crooked smile of his. "Oh. Is that how you want to play things?"

Your laugh echoed as he easily flipped you back on the bed, your head bouncing on the pillow as your lover grinned.down at you. There was that manic look in his eyes as he gripped your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into the back of his thighs. Your.laugh cut into a moan as he started to move. Slow and steady, enjoying the look of pleasure on your face, watching your breathing quicken with each soft sound.

"Still don't know how I got so lucky to catch a woman like you," he muttered, "Or how I convinced you to marry me."

"Oh no, I'm the lucky one," you panted, gripping the muscles of his shoulder as you moved to meet his hips. "Fuck, so good honey. Just like that please."

"Yes ma'am."

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gloomwitchwrites · 28 days

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By the Belt (4 of 4)

John Price x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: married couple, oral sex (female receiving), mating press / missionary, unprotected piv (wrap it up in irl), creampie, breeding undertones

Word Count: 811

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Price finds it cute that you think you’re in charge.

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“That’s cute, love.”

“What?” you ask, all pretend innocence.

John leans in and lowers his voice. “That you think you’re in charge.”

With a fluidity that seems impossible for a man like him, John grabs your wrists and removes your hands from the belt loops of his pants. He’s a little rough with it, but it’s a show of dominance. He says he’s in charge, but John will always show you with his actions along with his words.

In one quick tug, you’re spun around, pulled flush against him, your back pressing into his muscled chest. Taking you with him, John sits on the edge of the bed. With you straddling his lap, facing away from him and toward the large bedroom mirror, John runs his hands up your thighs and to your knees. As he slides back down your thighs, his fingers dig in and drag.

Squeezing. Caressing. Each touch becoming hardened with a tempting tease of his strength. John is always careful not to hurt you, even when you ask for some of his roughness. It’s when you push—when you awaken him—that Price isn’t going to let you forget your actions so easily.

He makes another pass of his hands over your bare skin before gripping your thighs, lightly spanking the right one near the curve of your ass.

“I think you need a little reminder, love,” murmurs John, his head turning into you, the line of his nose brushing over your cheek as his lips lightly caresses your skin.

“John,” you groan as his mouth comes down on your neck to nip and bite and suck. His name on your lips is an answer. It is a yes as much as it’s you begging for him.

Your pussy clenches briefly with the anticipation, and John squeezes your thighs again. He briefly sucks, then lightly tugs on a bit of skin with his teeth, releasing you from the pleasure-pain rippling from the spot where his mouth occupies down to the space between your thighs.

It happens in seconds.

John’s hands are on your thighs and then your waist. You’re on your back the next moment, pinned beneath John as he claims your mouth. Between your legs, your thin cotton underwear is clenched in his fist. With a sharp tug, he rips it from your body, the torn fabric tossed off to the side, immediately forgotten by the both of you.

When you’re home, you love wearing John’s clothes. The shirts he wears while he’s in the garage or in the yard are you favorite. You’re wearing one now, and John easily removes that from you like he did your underwear.

He grabs and kisses, marking every part of your skin with his teeth and lips and tongue. He is claiming you. Marking his territory. Worshipping as much as he is reminding. You’re so turned on that by the time he sucks your clit into his mouth, your back is arching off the bed as your strained voice breaks, becoming a soundless cry.

That mouth of his roams upward, find your lips, and you taste yourself. John yanks the belt from the loops in his pants, and you’re reaching for him, helping him undo it enough to slide over his hips. You are aching—screaming. You need him inside you, to claim you there like he’s done with the rest of your body.

John answers this need, pressing your bent legs toward your chest, his natural weight creating resistance, trapping you beneath him.

There is no formality to it.

There is no hello.

He doesn’t wait.

John thrusts and thrusts, pounding his dominance into you and you further into the bed with each snap of his hips. Your fingers dig into his arms, seeking something solid. There is no escape and it’s not like you’d want to run anyway.

His head dips, your foreheads touching, noses brushing.

The bedframe creaks. The décor on the wall shakes each time the mattress knocks into the wall.

John’s pelvis is pressed up perfectly to your clit, and every strike stimulates it until your body seizes, squeezing him to hold him inside. But John continues, fucking you through your orgasm, praise falling from his lips.

“My gorgeous wife.”

“Perfect.”

“Made for me.”

It only lengthens and strengthens the euphoric feeling. You are light and floating and yet entirely buzzing like an electrical storm. You cling to him, taking it, knowing you’ll feel him tomorrow and perhaps the next but loving it all the same.

John groans, grinds forward, and a new warmth blooms where your bodies meet. Even then, he keeps thrusting like he needs to fuck every drop into you. Reaching down, you press on his lower back, indicating that you want him to stay.

John lingers, the two of you pressed together, only slipping from your body once he’s softened.

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Aemond Targaryen x niece reader smut...

Lady Strong

Pairing: Aemond x Strong!Reader x Aegon | Side pairing: Aegon x Aemond

Warnings: female!reader, frenemies, arrange marriage, family feuds, threesome sex (M/M/F), bisexual sex, incest, slight dub-con, facesitting, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), throat fucking, cock worship, dom/sub themes, bdsm themes, spit fetish, cum swapping, facials, dirty talk, name-calling, slight degradation, pussy slapping, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, edging, double penetration, multiple positions,

***

Your marriage to Aemond was a complete farce. You knew it; he knew it. A marriage between House Targaryen and House Velayron was a grabbing-at-straws attempt to ease tensions between them. But, you each knew that it’d be pointless to do so. Aemond made it clear what he thought of you and your family, and you’d learned to not like his in return. You’d been there the night he called you and your brothers ‘bastards’. You’d listened to his toast at a family dinner, where he toasted to the health of his niece and nephews:

‘Each of them handsome, wise...strong.’

How could your mother expect you to marry him after that? She could have picked any other man, but chose him in a weak attempt at making peace. You didn’t really like Aemond. He was cold, mean, intimidating, lethal, and impulsive. He hardly spoke to you during your courtship, and even less once you married. You didn’t mind it at all. You didn’t have to spend time with him, if you didn’t want to. For a young married couple, you did not share a bed. Both your chambers were connected by an apartment in between them. This made it easy for one to see the other if they needed to, but that rarely happened. You avoided Aemond’s company, if at all possible.

There’s only one time you truly desire your husband’s company.

“Aemond?”

You stood beside Aemond’s bed in your nightgown. Aemond laid naked underneath his sheets, soundlessly sleeping and unaware of your presence in his room. It was quite unnerving watching him sleep. He didn’t wear the eye patch to bed, so his sapphire eye remained open and glimmering. It was foolish, but you felt as if Aemond slept with one eye open at all times. You turned away from his eye to the rest of his body. Chiseled from years of training and exercise, Aemond went from a scrawny boy into a lean, tall man. Even with your sour feelings towards him, you couldn’t deny he’d become handsome. Women at court did not envy you though, since they found his disfigurement ghastly.

“Aemond,” you said his name a bit louder, which caused him to slowly roll onto his side to face you.

“What?” he replied groggily, not opening his closed eye.

You walked over to the bed, gingerly taking his hand to put under your gown. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the light touch of his fingers on your sex. You guided his hand over your slit a few times before he sensed your wetness. He did not open his eye, yet that familiar crooked smirk crossed his face. You stayed standing, taking in his soft caresses. His thumb dragged over your clitoris in slow circular motions each time he went upwards. A familiar tightness began forming between your thighs as Aemond’s hand rubbed your pussy. You felt his long fingers brush across your entrance while he teased the pearl in your folds.

“I wonder what made you so wet,” you heard his soft voice say to you. “Were you, perchance, thinking of me, dear wife?”

“I may have...”

No, not ‘may have’. You’d never tell him that you’d been in bed remembering the last time you shared a bed. After a day of watching him in the training yard, you’d started picturing the taunt muscles underneath contracting in each movement. You thought about how his defined arm muscles whenever he propped himself above you; how hard his shoulders felt under your fingers when he thrusted into you. His thumb continued gradually circling your pussy while you thought about how his tongue felt so much better. He always kept it light and slow, knowing the feeling sent you into a blissful torture.

“Would you like me to do what I did to you last time?” he asked, eyes focused on your soaked sex. You’re never wet enough for him. You could make yourself positively dripping before seeing him, and he’d still tease until he was satisfied. “I know how much you enjoyed it,” he said, rapidly rubbing your clit just to watch you tremble at his touch, “And I certainly did...especially when you came for me...because of me...because of me and my tongue...”

“Aemond...”

“Come have a seat,” he said, sliding further down on his bed and giving you space. “It’d be wrong of me to leave my wife wanting.”

Right away, you straddled Aemond’s head and sat on his face. A flood of pleasure washed over you as his tongue continued the same motions as his thumb. You’d made yourself already so sensitive, that your body became hyper-aware of his body against yours. Every lick made you weak. He flicked over the small nub of your clit, sliding from side to side and up and down gingerly. Each swipe sent dozens of nerves down to your core where the ball tightened. You tore off the sheets covering his lower half, and your mouth watered.

Another positive side to your marriage: Aemond’s cock. A little above average size, you simply liked looking at it sometimes. You took it in your hand, feeling it pulse in your palm, and slowly stroked. Blood pumped through the veins to make it harder, thicker and longer. Already, you imagined him balls deep inside you and taking you how he pleases. It stabbed your ego a bit to submit to a “Green”, but Aemond’s cock...how could you resist? Aemond groaned into your sex when you ran the flat of your tongue over his hardening shaft. You kissed every inch of it, worshipping the length and thickness in your hand; you reached down to the balls, heavy with cum and fitting perfectly in your hands, rolling them gently around while teasing his reddening tip. You traced the smooth skin of the bulb of his cock, latching your lips around for a gentle suck that made him groan into you again. The act on its own aroused you, and Aemond knew this.

The strong, calloused hands that easily swung and twirled swords squeezed your ass tightly, giving each side a swift smack. His way of telling you to stop teasing him, but you didn’t obey. You loved teasing him. You continued slowly swirling patterns along the shaft, feeling it tighten as he grew more aroused. You yelped once more when he smacked your ass again, growling into your pussy and making you squeal. When you didn’t take him in your mouth, but instead started playing with his balls again, Aemond’s hits became harder and sharper. No doubt your bottom will be feeling sore tomorrow. But, you didn’t care. Small shocks of pain combined with Aemond’s tongue fueled the arousal burning deep inside. You rocked your hips back and forth on his face, his chin and nose more apparent when you fully sat on his face, and started coating his length with precum. Aemond did not object at all. He hooked his arms around your thighs to keep you steady, and rapidly attacked your clit with his tongue.

He moaned lowly when you finally slid him into your mouth. Nothing truly compared to Aemond inside you. Whether he slid into your mouth, cunt or, even sometimes, your ass, the feeling of him was addicting. Your families might not like one another, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t bed him. He was your husband. You’d never tell him how you touched yourself to thoughts of his cock sliding to your throat, droplets of precum spilling onto your tongue and mixing with your saliva so he went in smoother. You’d never say that you love it when he makes figure-eights on your clit and dips into your sex; that nothing brings you to orgasm faster than his long fingers probing your holes. Admitting that you’ve often peeked through his keyhole to watch him bathe after a long day would bring you no peace.

Deciding your slow movements aren’t good enough, a large hand took hold of your hair and forced your head down. Finally. Your pussy throbbed as Aemond forced you to deep throat him. His tip pushed right into your throat over and over, causing you to gag and choke. Streams of saliva and precum came whenever you pulled away for breath; they fell from your open mouth back onto his wet cock. It only made you want more. Your pride sat aside while Aemond fucked your throat and tongued your pussy. Perhaps, somewhere deep down, you wanted to give him control. You wanted someone else to hold the reins. It became tiresome being the formidable daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, having to live up to her image and reputation. Aemond provided that, you supposed. As a soldier, he took orders often.

With you, he can give orders.

“Ride me,” he said, gripping your thighs and biting on the inner side, “Ride my cock however you please.”

You did not protest. Sliding your sex down his body, you gasped once his cock brushed your sensitive cunt. Hands on the bed between his legs, you straddled his hips and rocked yourself over him. You went the entire length, only stopping when your clit touched his tip. His hands grasped your ass and gave it another smack, a demand for you to slide him inside your hot sex.

“Don’t make me put it for you,” he grunted between his teeth, “If I do, I’m going to treat you like the little bastard whore you are.”

The words, at any other time, would send you into a rage. But right then, as you teased his cock between your folds, it only built up your arousal. Grabbing his base, you carefully pressed him to your entrance. The slight touch made your pussy throb around the tip pushing past it; you enjoyed hearing his frustrated groans as you teased him into you. The other of you moaned together when he fully filled you; your body tensed and clenched at the hard cock twitching against your walls. You closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in him. You forgot about the quarrels and reality outside his bedroom door, choosing instead to focus on Aemond Targaryen and how his cock made you see stars. Grasping the bed sheets beneath you, you started rocking yourself with him inside you, feeling his head slide further. Aemond laid still, content to watch him slide in and out of you, while you started moving faster.

Soon, yours and his moans grew louder when you bounced on him. He always hit the exact spot, angling himself to the weak point that made you unravel for him. How could anyone blame you for wanting this every night? You sometimes considered sharing a bed to make things easier; so you could have this as much as you liked. Aemond never said ‘no’. You recalled the times he’d cornered you in staircases and hallways, pushing you to a wall and taking you there where anyone could find you. Every time, he left you with weak legs and cum sliding down your thighs. If you slept in the same bed, you could enjoy the benefits of having him as your husband.

Aemond slipped himself out of you, leaving a gap between your thighs as he rolled you onto your back and brought an ankle to his shoulder. Putting the other over his thigh and around his waist, Aemond went back inside in a new angle that made you roll your eyes back. His thumb continued rubbing your clit as before while he slammed his hips to yours. He kept his focus between your bodies, and awed at how his girth stretched you. You remained still for him to use as he wanted, a hole for him to pump until he came. You clutched the sheets bundled against your chest, needing something to keep you grounded, as Aemond blinded you to all sense.

“Look at you,” he growled bending to suck and bite at your breast. The small twinges of pain only added to your desire. “My Lady Strong, surrendering her body over to me. I cannot fathom how disturbed your brothers would be seeing their big sister being fucked senseless,” he emphasized this with a few hard thrusts, “Her sweet cunt stretched and filled by me...” he smiled when you moaned loudly through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut and fighting off the urge to cum a bit longer. “Or perhaps...they might be jealous...” he stayed fully inside you a moment, “That they’ll never know how your body feels. Only I know...Only I know how your cunt squeezes me and pulls me closer when I’m ravaging you.”

Aemond slid a hand up your body to your throat, giving a gentle squeeze and turning your next moan into a strangle gurgle. His words should upset you, but it almost brought you to the edge. He kept a hold on your throat even when he slipped out and laid behind you, pushing into your pussy and having you that way. Aemond continued spewing filthy words into your ear, playing on the fact you enjoyed his dirty talk, while pounding you. His fingers abused your overstimulated clit and his lips sucked and bit at your shoulder and neck.

“Aemond, Aemond,” you struggled to say his name, “Aemond...”

“Yes, Lady Strong?” he taunted, going deeper to hear you whine each time. “Do you have something to say or simply enjoy moaning my name? I personally prefer the latter.”

“Please,” you gasped when he released your throat, “Let me...Let-Le-Let me...”

“Cum? Is that what my lady wishes, hm?”

“Y-Yes. I cannot hold on...hold on much longer, oh gods, Aemond, fuck, please.”

“You’re going to,” he demanded, withdrawing from you right when you felt it approaching, “Until I decide you can.”

“You absolute arse-Ah, Aemond!”

He sunk down between your legs again and buried his face to your drenched clit. You stayed on your side, knee lifted, and grinded into his mouth. You wriggled each time his tongue swiped over your clit; it sent a whole new sensation that drew your orgasm forward. He snickered knowing what he was doing to you, and how you’d folded immediately for him. You hated it, but couldn’t help enjoying the feeling of his tongue flicking your pussy before spitting on it. Sliding a hand into his silky silver hair, you kept him right where you wanted him as he dipped his tongue into your fluttering hole. You used his tongue, the tip of his nose brushing your clit while his chin cupped the underside. Aemond did not protest to you quite literally fucking his face. He loved it, and showed that while groaning small vibrations with his tongue. Yet, the moment your body began to tense and shake, he pulled away from you and laughed at your disappointed whimper.

Aemond said nothing as he dragged you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, the movement requiring no effort for him with all his strength. Propping you onto your knees, Aemond spat on your pussy again, rolling his wet tongue over it before spitting once more. He loved your sex sloppy and wet. It excited him whenever you came to him already soaked and wanting. Satisfied with his work, he sunk back inside and grabbed both your arms. Pulling them behind your back, he bounced your body on his pelvis in a steady rhythm. The restraint would ache your body later, but nothing in you cared about later. The new position made you nearly scream from the pleasure coursing inside you. You tried so hard to chase your climax on your own; you needed it badly, and Aemond knew that.

“Well, well, well,” another voice said, and you immediately felt ashamed. “What do we have here?”

You turned your head to see Aegon walk up to the bedroom area of the apartment, leaning against the divider frame on the top step. Violet eyes gazed over your naked, sweaty form as Aemond continued using you. He wore his traveling cloak, shirt and breeches. No doubt he’d just returned from the city and planned to visit his brother with a bottle of wine he’d brought. Shame crept up on you being exposed to the young prince this way. You hated how his eyes drank in the scene before him, immediately locking on you and your naked body. He walked over to the bed, smirking and crossing his arms, and said, “Looks like Lady Strong is finally being put in her place by my little brother...Is this what you like? Being fucked like a whore just like your mother?”

“Fuck you,” you spat at him, but he only laughed at the reaction.

“They really get riled up whenever we mention it, don’t they?” Aegon asked his brother, who’d stopped thrusting. He knelt on the bed in front of you, Aemond lifting you until your back touched his chest. Both brothers chuckled once they saw the state of you. Aegon pinched your chin, causing you to look at him, “Such lovely lips,” he said, pushing drool from your chin back into your mouth, “I think I’m going to enjoy having them wrapped around my cock.”

“You’d be surprised the things this one can do with her mouth,” Aemond groaned, bottoming his hips into you so you opened your mouth in a moan. “She certainly enjoys sucking my cock whenever given the chance.”

Aegon huffed and hurriedly untied his breeches. Aemond let you fall forward onto the bed until Aegon lifted you onto your hands by the hair. Holding himself at level with you, he slipped easily into your mouth. It felt strange having a soft dick in your mouth, the velvety skin rubbing over your tongue and reaching your throat. Aemond continuing to use your cunt, your moans became muffled by Aegon’s cock. You couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. Giving into your mother’s enemies, even if married to one, was not what you’d planned when you came to Aemond. Yet, both Targaryen men did not seem to care. Slowly, Aegon grew harder and moaned louder when he started hitting the back of your throat. Drool started leaking from your lips, the sound of your gagging encouraging both men further. Each thrust left you desperate for air and tightness in your chest. But, you liked this feeling. You enjoyed the slight restriction it gave every time he did it. The combination of sensations burning your body brought you close to your orgasm again.

Deeming himself hard enough, removed his shirt as his brother withdrew from you again.

“Has she finished at all?” Aegon smirked, removing his clothes with his stiff member sticking up to his stomach.

“Not at all,” Aemond flipped you onto your back in the middle of the bed. He lifted your legs so Aegon could see your swollen, throbbing pussy, which made you feel more humiliated. “I never let her until she’s given me what I want. Isn’t that right, Lady Strong?” he slapped your pussy hard, which made you whine and buck your hips around. Your reaction made both brothers laugh out loud. He spread your legs apart, leaning over your hips, and spanked your sex a few more times. “Isn’t it?” he asked again, spitting on your pussy and slapping it again, “Answer me, whore.”

“Yes, yes!” you cried when he gave a particularly hard slap, “Yes...”

“Let me try her out.”

Aegon forced your knees to your stomach until you folded in half. Unlike his brother, he did not tease or go slowly. He forced himself fully into you, moaning and shutting his eyes when you encompassed him. Pinned down by your own body, you could only lay there and let him have his way. He wasn’t as long as Aemond, but you definitely felt him stretch you. His head hit right where you became weakest, causing your thighs and knees to tremble each time he touched it. Aemond’s hand rubbing and spanking your clit only heightened your pleasure. You couldn’t believe it. You felt so ashamed, yet so aroused by it.

“Clean my cock,” Aemond prodded his head to your mouth, “Clean me up before I go back in.”

You weakly opened for him, immediately tasting yourself on his length. Your jaw began aching from having your mouth open so long, but you enjoyed it too much to care. A thick mixture of fluids gave Aemond easy entry, and he slid fully to you throat. It hurt being breached so many times in one night. He kept you still by the hair, thrusting in while also rapidly and lightly running his fingers over your clit. You could feel your eyes tear from the pressure building and being withheld from you every time Aegon pumped into you. He pulled out of your mouth, streaks of fluids leaking from his tip, and tapped it onto your face.

“Filthy whore,” he sneered, wiping his wet cock over your face and mouth, “I suppose it is true what they say about bastards: They truly are products of sin and lust.”

“And this one is a very nice product,” his brother agreed.

Aegon kept himself on his fists as he went faster. His eyes stayed focused on his brother using your mouth. You saw the laughter behind his eyes. The satisfaction he must be feeling seeing his niece be used this way. It disgusted you, yet you wanted him to make you cum so much you gave him a pleading look. When your pussy tightened around him, he instantly pulled out and laughed at your wriggling. He continued smiling as he instantly started licking your pussy, not minding the various fluids leaking from it. Aemond stopped teasing your clit to let Aegon take over, and went to pinching your nipples with his wet hand. He rolled both between his fingers at the same as Aegon flicking you, both of them being merciless in their teasing. You nearly came several times during this, though each stopped once they sensed it. You almost cried from the denial.

“Aw, is our cock sleeve crying?” Aemond teased, slapping himself on your cheeks where he saw tears. “Is this too much for you?”

“Ye-yes,” you nodded, “Please, let me cum. Please.”

“But, we’re not finished,” he said as if it were obvious. “If you’re a good toy for us, we’ll let you cum as much as you want, but for now, this is about our pleasure, not yours. Understand?” he smacked your face with his cock again before putting it back into your mouth, not giving a chance to respond.

“My brother is insanely lucky,” Aegon’s voice remained muffled by the clit in his mouth, “Having the luscious, gorgeous Lady Strong all to himself whenever he pleases...If only the Gods favored me so...”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing,” Aemond said, pushing back into your mouth. “We are brothers, after all, and our mother always said sharing brings people closer.”

“So much closer.” He swirled his tongue over your pussy, fingers dipping and curling inside you suddenly, and continued the torture so you moaned around Aemond’s cock. “But, there is one hole I think my brother hasn’t tried yet,”

He pulled out his fingers, coated in your slick, and went down to your buttocks. You jolted when he slid his fingers between them; he didn’t mind them being squished down, as long as you felt his fingers brush your hole.

“Trust me,” Aemond sighed, forcing himself deep in your mouth, “I have many times. She loves it. She’s never cummed harder than when I’ve fucked her ass.”

“Is that so?” Aegon asked, continuing to rub your ass hole while licking your clit. “I’d love to test that for myself.”

“At least let me fuck her while you do that,” he grunted back, “I fear I might finish if I stay in her perfect mouth any longer.”

“Fine.”

Aegon moved away as you weakly straddled Aemond again. They kept you pressed to Aemond, who brought you into a deep kiss, while Aegon guided Aemond’s dick into your pussy. Your pussy still filled once more, you began bouncing on him out of habit. The brothers laughed at your desperation.

“Look at her,” Aegon laughed, giving your ass a spank, “So desperate for our cum, isn’t she? Do not fret, Lady Strong, you will get it soon.”

“Very soon,” Aemond held you down against him, continuing to kiss you while slowly pushing up inside you.

The thing that drove you wild was feeling Aegon spread your ass cheeks apart. His tongue started sliding around the rim, occasionally sliding up to your crack and back down to where you and Aemond met. Aemond huffed whenever he did this. You could’ve sworn the elder brother licked over his balls once or twice, before returning to your ass. Keeping you spread open, Aemond whimpered at the slight teasing your heat brought. His tongue brushed around yours in each deep kiss, more fluids leaving your mouths.

“He’s going to fuck you in your ass,” Aemond said in your ear, biting at your throat, “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“Wait...”

“Don’t worry, love,” he said, “It only hurts for a moment. Aegon will be gentle with you...Oh, fuck, fuck, Aegon...”

You heard a soft humming come from below, and knew what Aegon did to Aemond. It excited you somehow. The thought of the two brothers locked in a passionate embrace some drunken night long ago made you start riding Aemond again. They let you enjoy this pleasure for a short time, however, before a finger slipped into your ass. The feeling alien and surreal, your eyes closed to savor the new pleasure burning you alive. Your body began feeling weak and pliable; they could do whatever they wished, as long as you were allowed to finally cum. Aegon kept his fingers at a gentle pace while he focused his tongue elsewhere. You knew where based on how Aemond’s head tilted into the pillow and his nails dug into your flesh. Aegon even pulled him out of you at one point, and you heard soft humming come from below, a bit of spitting before putting him back inside you.

Soon, you felt something hard push to your hole. Thicker and harder than fingers, you braced yourself for the plunge. Aegon went inch by inch, giving you a second to adjust before going further. Aemond held you close, kissing you softly and muttering encouragements while his brother went hilt-deep into your ass. Having both brothers fully inside you completely undid you. They each slowly thrusted together, both of them hitting each side of the same spot.

Neither of them stopped you once you came. You came hard and loud when they finally started going faster. Aegon teased your nipples while Aemond rubbed your clit to add more fuel to it all. Your screams filled the space of the bed, your orgasm hitting you hard and making your body contract. Your muscles shook as you feverishly pushed back into both cocks. You never imagined having two before. It felt better than anything else Aemond has ever done to you on his own. When you started coming down, trembling and quaking between them, they each withdrew from you and let you flop onto the bed below. Rather than stroke themselves...

Aegon and Aemond stroked each other. It seemed to heighten the pleasure for them both, making them both gasp and whine as they orgasmed. You laid there, touching your sore sex, as you watched them jerk each other off. Aemond’s large hand moved swiftly and easily over Aegon’s leaking cock, while Aegon squeezed the tip of Aemond’s each time he went to it. You wondered, as you begged them to cum on you, how many times they’ve done this. You wanted to see them do it again. Soon, the droplets of semen started spraying from their tips onto your body, leaving streaks of hot cum on your breasts and face. You kept your mouth open for whatever drops reached your mouth, which excited both of them further.

When they finally finished, Aegon and Aemond fell onto the bed with you. You felt sticky, sweaty, and sore, yet also satisfied and elated from the sex. You thought it’d ended before Aegon started licking cum from you to put into your mouth with kisses. Aemond laid content to watch his brother kiss his wife, enjoying the sight of their tongues swapping what he’d just sprayed over you. This was usually the part where you wiped yourself clean, pulled on your gown, and left Aemond alone. However, your body became heavy with exhaustion and you doubted you’d be going anywhere.

“How do you feel?” Aemond asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he rolled onto his side.

“Tired.”

“She’s not the only one,” Aegon said in a stretch, “It’s been too long, Brother. Far too long.”

“I agree.” He pecked your lips softly, and whispered, “Stay here with me. I like keeping you close when I’ve finished breaking you apart...”

The way he phrased it made you deepen his next kiss. By no means did you heart warm or melt at the kiss. These men will no doubt make it known what you’d done here today, whether in snide remarks near your mother or insults to your brothers. They’ll bring it up to silence you during arguments or simply to watch you turn away shamefully. Perhaps you’ll do the same by bringing up how Aemond nearly came when Aegon licked his balls. You kissed Aemond deeper, feeling a hand slide between your thighs.

You’d learn that Targaryen lust is absolutely insatiable.

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A/N: Wow, that really took a turn lol I know it was meant to be only Aemond x Niece, but I couldn’t help it with the TGC brain rot I’ve been experiencing. Hope you guys liked this one! <3

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moronkombat · 6 months

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i think i need raiden nsfw alphabet🫣‼️😍 pls and thank you

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Extremely affectionate and touchy after sex. He checks in on his partner frequently, asking them if it was good for them or if they need anything. He is a dedicated lover and will provide them as much care and attention they need. Truth be told, he is much more partial to the aftercare than the actual sex itself but it probably because he is a hopeless romantic when it comes to relationships

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Raiden is a humble man who practices humility. He does not often admire himself or think of his favorite features. He is proud of his toned arms and continues to work hard to maintain his physique. Often blushes when his partner notices the strength laced in the muscles of his arms

Their eyes. Raiden loves all of his partner through and through but loves their eyes the most. They are his windows to a sky he will find himself lost in

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Has no preference for one over the other. Raiden is not focused on finishing, but rather living in the moment of pleasure with his partner. There are times he cums on his partner's stomach or in a condom as he does not want to risk pregnancy just yet. Though, there are moments when he is far too caught up in lust to notice he has indeed painted his partner's insides white

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tempted to use his affinity for electricity on his partner while in the bedroom. However, Raiden worries it may be too much and thus has not suggested it but he continues to fantasize about it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Raiden is a virgin and has no experience at all when it comes to intimacy and sex. He is very open to exploring that subject with his partner, however

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Raiden is traditional and enjoys missionary the most. He feels closely connected to his partner and has the romantic thought of this how married couples sleep with each other which makes him sappily joyous

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Both but not always intentionally. Raiden can make light of things or be rather adorably concerned with his partner's pleasure. Though he is also quite the romantic and will do his best to make the experience incredibly loving

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Raiden is relatively well kempt but not entirely shaved. The hair is short and naturally trim as he does not grow hair on his body easily. In the past he used to be insecure about that fact but has grown to accept it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Raiden is the master of affection during sex. There's kissing, caressing all along his partner's body. Sex is a declaration of love and he loves his partner so very much. Naturally he will have this declaration of love be intimate, passionate and meaningful

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Raiden does partake in such actions but tries not to. Why? He thinks it to be improper and boyish but he but a man with urges that cannot be sated all the time. He mostly masturbates in the shower and will feel a bit ashamed or embarrassed after. Yet, he keeps partaking in this act so how guilty is he really?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body Worship- Cannot stop himself from admiring his partner's body inside and out. He vocalizes his thoughts on his partner's body openly during sex and will have his lips explore all that you have exposed to him

Shibari- Raiden loves the beauty of it. There is an exhilarating tranquility about it that intoxicates him. Raiden prefers when he and his partner enjoy the experience together rather than just one being bound by such freeing ropes

Praise- He becomes quite the puppy dog when receiving praise from his partner. His spine curls and twists, and his hips move faster and eager. He wants to please his partner and to know he is doing just that sends him to heaven

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Intimate places such as a bedroom or living room. He feels honored to be in his partner's living space and feels a swell of domestic bliss when he takes his partner in his bed. It reminds Raiden of being married which is ultimately his goal with his partner

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Raiden is brought into that intimate mood when his partner is affectionate and when displaying those cuddly acts of love. Raiden loves the concept of love so when his partner is showing that he gets this rather insatiable high. He is also turned on by those little love hickeys he and his partner leave on each other. His eyes find them painted on your skin and fingers ghost over his own and soon he is wishing to get you alone

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Manipulating tendencies in a person is his biggest turn off. He finds that to be foul and low. He does not want someone in his life who uses others to gain advantages

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving oral because of how much it makes you moan and squirm. He knows he's making you feel good and that, in turn, makes him feel good. Don't be fooled though. He is a secret lover of receiving oral. He's a panting mess when he receives it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off very slow and slowly eases himself into a faster paceOnce he begins to really get into things he can hardly stop. He's fast and panting, chasing this new sensation and wanting more and more

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not opposed to it but prefers to have long and intimate sex with his partner. To have sex quickly is to deny that full declaration of love and adoration. However, Raiden is quite attracted to the idea of a quick little physical chat about love between the two of you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Raiden is always up for experimentation. He will try anything his partner wants to unless it involves manipulating or hurting another person. Other than that he is game to try new things with his partner

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Raiden has quite a bit of stamina and could probably do three rounds in one sitting but he rarely does considering one round can take a considerable amount of time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While he does not own any toys, he is open to trying them in the bedroom. Anything to enhance love making with his partner, Raiden is willing to try

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Raiden is a tease but he doesn't see it that way. He loves to really take his him with his partner, leaving them dangling on that edge again and again. He wants to them to feel everything over and over which can lead to his partner becoming overstimulated or left just on the edge of pleasure

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Raiden will get vocal and is unabashed with letting you know just how good you feel. He moans or softly grunts into your ear and whispers praise to you frequently. Get him really going and he becomes a rather loud bedroom partner

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Raiden fantasizes about your wedding day often and gets rather hard thinking about your wedding night. He can't wait until he marries you and fucks you for the first time as your husband

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Raiden is built lean but toned. He is refined in muscle tone but not carved from marble. He can appear quite soft but is anything but when you run your hands along him. He is also exceptionally flexible which has its many advantages

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Raiden's sex drive is rather moderate. He and his partner will have sex multiple times a week but not typically more than once a day. It not that he doesn't want to have sex frequently, he does but he also likes taking his time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Raiden is often not tired after sex but his partner is and so he is content with laying beside them as they fall asleep. Once his partner has fallen asleep, Raiden is quick to follow and holds them tight throughout the night

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viviuxd · 4 months

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INNOCENT LOVE:a viking fell in love with me!

SYPNOSIS: Given away by her father to one of the most feared Viking kings, she finds herself betrothed. However, the clash between their beliefs and traditions threatens to unravel the union before it even begins. PAIRING: Viking x Christian!reader.

TW:difference in spiritual beliefs, mention of polygamy and death.

You inhaled deeply to calm your nerves, digging your nails into the delicate silk dress while observing the nearby door where your 'future husband' awaited. Truly, you had no intention of marrying him, and you would tell him so. You didn't care if rejecting him meant risking your life; you preferred that over marrying a pagan. You were well aware of Viking customs: they married many women, were cruel, killers, and worst of all, they worshipped pagan gods! You definitely couldn't be with someone like that.

Finally, you stopped walking alongside the guards, facing an immense wooden door. One guard effortlessly opened it, and for the first time, the other guard addressed you.

"Please, this way, miss. King Thorkell is waiting for you," he gestured with his hand for you to enter, offering a faint smile.

"Thank you, sir," you expressed your gratitude, delicately bowing your head to display your manners.

You sighed, closing your eyes, nervous. You walked slowly forward, feeling your legs tremble, your stomach churn, and a nauseating sensation. Upon lifting your gaze, a pang shot through your torso. The mighty King Thorkell stared at you intently, with a lethal gaze, as if he could see your sins. You swallowed hard and, with great effort, made a bow, inclining your body forward.

"King Thorkell."

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She entered the hall escorted by the guards I assigned and I noticed how her whole body trembled as she approached me. Her fear was evident, and I relished in her submission.

I knew she was Christian; they were very ignorant and weak in this world. I despised all those idiots, but the woman in front of me seemed different. Clearly, the ideals she sought in a partner were not ones I could offer, and her innocence was remarkable, her beautiful eyes looking at me with fear and obedience... she was so charming that I desired her for myself in that very moment.

"King Thorkell." I felt a tingling down my back as I heard her sweet voice. I cursed myself for summoning her so soon; I should have prepared for her.

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Your eyes fixated on his bulging muscles, evident even through his clothing. You swallowed hard, realizing the thoughts you had; a Viking could never interest you.

"The wedding will take place as soon as possible, so you shouldn't worry about that. From now on, you will reside in the palace, and a separate chamber will be assigned to you until you adapt. Do you understand, miss?"

You sensed his arrogance in his final words, and you clenched your fist a bit tighter. "How disrespectful," you muttered to yourself.

"King, if you allow me, I have something to say..." You wanted to clear your throat upon hearing your trembling voice. "Speak quickly, I don't have much time."

It was your first conversation, and you truly detested how he addressed you, but you chose to ignore it and demonstrate that you indeed had manners.

"I do not wish to marry you, Your Majesty."

At that moment, pride surged within you. Your words sounded so serious that you felt proud of yourself.

"I don't say it to offend you, only that it goes against my values to unite with..." You paused, carefully choosing your words to avoid upsetting him. "Someone like you."

You saw his jaw tense, and you took a step back when he rose from his throne and slowly walked towards you, his face filled with hatred. You stopped abruptly, colliding with a nearby column, finding yourself cornered by Thorkell.

He leaned towards you, the noticeable difference in height between you two, positioning himself right in front of your face, too close for comfort.

"Someone like me?" He murmured, his breath dangerously nearing you.

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Worshipping aemond’s body is the dream

So....what if Aemond and Y/N are involved, and have been for a long time, and Aemond's plan was to marry Y/N. However, Viserys dies, and Alicent needs Aemond to marry a Baratheon to secure an alliance. Aemond is unable to tell Y/N before she finds out via court gossip and...well...these anon requests really inspired me.

Word count: 3600

I also incorporated an idea I saw a while ago of Aemond stimulating his lover using his sapphire...so...uh...enjoy?

You pressed the palms of your hands against your swollen face, pushing your skin back as if to try and hide the evidence of your sleepless night. The redness of your eyes betrayed you, as did the fresh tears threatening to spill down your blotchy cheeks.

In the haze of your clouded mind you heard on repeat the gossip you had overheard the day before; while you had meandered innocently through the many courtiers whispering about the recent death of King Viserys Targaryen and all that had entailed, your keen ears had caught a woman speaking with her friend about the imminent betrothal of Prince Aemond with one of Boros Baratheon’s daughters.

You had stopped mid-stride, your skirts rustling in the chill breeze, frozen as you gaped at the lady. She caught your obvious stare and gave you a polite, though quizzical smile. “Can I help you, Lady Y/N?”

It took you a moment to regain your composure. “I couldn’t help but overhear, did you say Ae-Prince Aemond was betrothed?”

“With Aegon being put forth as heir, a civil war is going to be hard to avoid.” The woman gave you a somber look as she walked closer to where you stood rigidly rooted to the ground. “Word has already spread far that in order to secure the Baratheons to their side, the prince must promise to wed a Baratheon daughter.”

“I see.” You didn’t really. Especially not with the sudden blurriness of your vision as you blinked the tears rapidly away. “Excuse me.”

She watched curiously as you stumbled away, tripping on the hem of your skirts and catching yourself on the stone banister.

With a little gasp you brought yourself back from your reverie to the present, sitting at your vanity, staring unseeing at your reflection.

Someone knocked at your bedroom door.

“Not now, I do not wish to be disturbed.” Typically, your maidservant waited upon you later in the day. You squinted out the window. The sun had barely begun to break the horizon.

“It’s me.”

Sudden anger flared in your chest at the sound of Aemond’s voice, you were tempted to send him away without even opening the door.

With a groan you crossed the spacious chamber, pulling the door open to give the prince a generous view of your figure clad in only your thin nightgown. Aemond’s eye roved your curves briefly before flicking back to your face. A muscle was working in his sharp jaw. “May I come in?”

Wordlessly you stepped aside, and he brushed passed you, his hands were tightly clamped behind his back. You folded your arms across your chest and waited for him to speak.

“I see you’ve had a long night.” He picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground and placed it gingerly atop your dresser. “Dare I ask?”

“You dare a great deal of late it would seem.” Your words came out more cutting than you intended, but you weren’t going to back down now. “Accepting an arranged marriage without so much as telling me.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice, Y/N.” Aemond turned towards you, though he seemed loathe to look you in the eyes.

“You could have spoken to me…let me hear it from your lips. Not from some random lady at court.” You crossed to him, grasping his chin and forcing him to meet your gaze. “Do I mean so little to you?”

Aemond made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, jerking his face away from your grasp. His brow was furrowed as he shook his silver head. “You know how I feel about you.”

“I certainly do now!”

“As I have already stated,” Aemond was growing impatient, you could tell by the purse of his lips. “I had no choice in the matter. Boros Baratheon will side with Rhaenyra if we do not compromise with him.”

“What of Daeron? Could he not marry one of the daughters instead?” You gestured wildly, letting your arms fall heavily against your sides. “You didn’t even think to mention me? The woman you’ve supposedly ‘loved’ for years?”

“Y/N-”

“You didn’t even put up a fight, did you?” Fresh tears were already sliding down your face. You were surprised you had any left.

“We are to be at war very soon, Y/N.” In a swift moment, Aemond grabbed your arms, holding you as though you were anchoring him to the floor, keeping him from falling. “If I do not do my duty as second-born son of the king, my family will be displaced and worse. You will be no safer.”

“I love you.” Your voice was so small, you wondered if he could hear you. “Is that not enough?”

“No, Y/N.” His hands fell away from your arms as he let you go. “Love is crystalline notion that shatters at the lightest breeze of adversity.”

“Duty is the death of love.” You breathed; your eyes still trained on the carpeted floor.

He didn’t reply.

It was you who now couldn’t look at him. “I want you to leave.” Aemond hesitated but you were adamant. “Get out of my room.”

You heard him sigh softly, his fingers grazed your shoulder as he passed you, you flinched away. The sound of the door closing behind him cut through your heart, you sank to your knees upon the cold ground, gasping sobs racking your chest as utter despair closed in about you.

Two days passed.

You did not leave your chambers, nor did you accept the food the servants brought to you. You were certain gossip had spread of a terrible illness you had contracted making you unable to leave your rooms. Most of the time you spend whiling away the hours spread-eagled on your mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling, remembering the way Aemond had made you feel during those intimate nights spent in each other’s arms, and how it could possibly be all over now.

“The queen mother insists you eat your supper tonight.” The serving girl pleaded with you from where she stood, bearing a tray of steaming food.

“I’m not hungry.”

“My lady, you haven’t eaten for almost two days now.” She insisted.

“Please go away.” You rose to your feet from where you’d been slouching upon the sofa, shooing the girl out of your room and slamming the door shut behind her.

You collapsed back onto the couch, massaging your temples and staring into the flickering fire in your hearth. Another knock on the door sent you stomping angrily back across the room. “I thought I told you-” You had yanked it open to reveal not a serving girl, but Aemond. “Oh.”

You turned away and sat stiffly back down on the couch, allowing Aemond to enter your room, closing and bolting the door behind him. “Y/N, I’ve come to talk to you.”

You didn’t answer, busying yourself with studying the pattern of embroidery on your skirt.

“You need to eat.”

Your hands clenched the fabric of your dress, if another person told you to eat you would lose your mind. Yet, you still didn’t dignify Aemond with a response.

“Y/N.”

Silence.

“Y/N, talk to me. Please.”

You pursed your lips together, still feigning deafness.

“You cannot continue on like this.” Aemond’s voice was growing heavy with anger, you could almost feel it sparking off your skin. “Behaving like a petulant child.”

A firm hand closed around your arm, yanking you to your feet roughly. “Look at me.” He breathed, taking your chin between two fingers and tilting your head up. “Speak to me. At this point you could curse at me, and I would thank you for it.”

You gave him a withering glare, hating how handsome he looked, the firelight reflecting gold on his silver hair. His lilac eye alight and wide with roiling emotions as he locked gazes with you.

Your lips parted despite yourself, the air between your bodies charged with electricity.

The familiar smell of smoke and leather rose from his tunic and hair, filling your nostrils. You tilted your head. “You’ve been riding Vhagar.”

“More often than I am used to of late.” He nodded, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek. His small smile faded. “Tell me how I can help you.”

You bit your bottom lip. His eye followed the movement.

You did not answer him.

Aemond’s grip on your chin tightened fractionally, he raised his eye to the ceiling, heaving a sigh. “You are as stubborn as a dragon.” He looked at you once more, his gaze softening into something you’d never before seen. “And twice as deadly.”

Your scoff of derision was swallowed as Aemond pressed his lips firmly against your own, his hair was tangled in your fingers before you mind could catch up with your eager movements, pulling him closer to your arching body.

In a sudden burst of anger, you bit his lip ungently. Instead of breaking away as you had intended, Aemond gave a groan of pleasure at your rough treatment and forced his tongue into your mouth, tasting you even as you tried to push him off.

You successfully broke the kiss, pleased to see a tiny mark on Aemond’s bottom lip where you’d bit. “I am angry with you.” You reminded him, still breathless and rather unconvincing.

Your breath caught in your throat, betraying you, as Aemond ran an exploratory hand up your side, teasingly brushing the swell of your breast. “You will forgive me.”

“Hardly likely.” You laughed in his face. “You’ll have to make me.”

“That was my intention.” Aemond didn’t give you time to react, scooping you into his arms and reclaiming your mouth with his.

You squeaked, your fists on his shoulders smoothing as you ran your hands up the column of his neck as he backed you up, your knees buckling as they hit the edge of your bed. All the pain and sorrow of the last couple days swallowed up by the feel of him back where he belonged within your embrace.

Aemond crawled over you, his mouth trailing fire along your jaw, down your neck, as his dexterous fingers untied the lacings of your bodice. You gave a gasp of surprise as Aemond pulled your gown roughly down, taking your bare breasts in both of his hands, squeezing and rubbing your nipples while he kissed a path along your collarbone. You arched into him, moaning loudly, grasping weakly at his wrists as he continued kneading your flesh.

“Still mad at me, my love?” Aemond peered up at you teasingly flicking the tip of his tongue against your pebbled nipple.

You gave a gasp at the titillating sensation but still managed to glower. “Yes.” With more effort than you anticipated you flipped Aemond over, using the momentum to straddle his torso.

He looked up at you, his cheeks flushed, and mouth parted in surprise. You must look quite the sight with your dress halfway off, with shimmying movements that purposefully ground against the hard length of Aemond’s arousal, you shed the rest of it and tossed it to the ground.

“You’re wearing far too much clothing.” You slapped his hands away as Aemond made to undo his tunic clasps. “No. You are not to touch anything but those blankets beneath you until I let you.”

“Y/N…” Aemond began in a warning voice, but you began climbing off of him. “Wait.” The plea in that one word stilled your movements. “Continue…please.”

With a sly smile you resettled yourself atop him, your slick cunt already leaving wet marks upon the fabric of his tunic as you began to undo the clasps of his clothing. Soon Aemond was as bare as you, the head of his erect cock prodding the flesh of your ass as you leaned down, pressing your chest flush against his, letting him feel your softness against the hard planes of his body.

His hands fisted the blankets, his jaw twitching as he watched your every movement. You carefully lifted the eyepatch off his face, revealing the sapphire beneath. You kissed the cool gemstone with gentle care, eliciting a small sound from Aemond. His hand raised as though to touch your face, but you stopped him with a look. “Touch me before I tell you to, and I will leave.”

He watched you with a mixture of wariness and wonder, returning his hand to the bedspread obediently.

“Good.” You crooned, kissing him deeply, rocking your hips slightly.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your hands combing through the silken hair now fanned out over the pillows. His skin was soft, you loved the feel of it beneath your lips as you kissed down his neck and out across his shoulder.

Aemond had several freckles on his chest, you placed a kiss to each one. His breathing quickened noticeably as you licked a stripe up the center of his muscled chest.

“Y/N…” Aemond’s eye was hooded as he looked down at you, your tongue circling his nipple now. “What are you doing?”

You paused a moment, replacing your tongue with your fingers, tracing a ticklish circle around his nipple. “Making you realize some important truths.”

“Such as-ah-” Aemond tilted his head back as you began sucking at his nipple, mouthing as much skin of his pectoral as you could, massaging the muscle there with both hands as you did so.

He was having a difficult time keeping his hands to himself, and you chuckled sinfully against his flushed skin, moving to the other side, licking and swirling your tongue with eager strokes. You were getting quite the reaction out of your prince, making sure to mark him with your teeth as well as your tongue as you nibbled your way down to his abdomen, loving the way his breathing had become erratic at your attentions.

“I can feel your arousal on my skin, Y/N.” Aemond panted. “I need to touch you.”

You gave one last little bite to his torso before sitting up, gracing him with a full view of just how turned on you had become. You ground down upon him, rubbing your slick along the shaft of his member, watching his lustful expression as Aemond bucked up against you in return, desperate to be inside you.

“Who has been by your side since we were children, Aemond?”

He took a steadying breath, trying to regain some composure. “You.”

“Who has warmed your bed for the past three years?”

“You, Y/N.”

“Who are you going to marry?”

“You.” In a fluid movement that sent the breath from your lungs, Aemond twisted, pinning you to the mattress beneath his weight. “If you let me touch you now, that is.”

“Touch me, Aemond.”

He grinned, kissing you fiercely. His hands running the length of your body, tracing every detail of you, as though he wanted to memorize the feel of you beneath his fingertips. “Moan for me.” He was in control now, your body putty in his hands. Your voice raised in pleasure mingled with the crackling fire and Aemond’s panting breaths as he parted your legs, fingers brushing the wet folds of your quim.

He kissed you again, swallowing your mewls as his body moved against your heated skin, inserting a digit into you and pumping slowly. You tried to move against him, but he stopped you, pressing his weight firmly down upon your writhing form. “Patience, darling.” He purred in your ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. “All good things to those who wait.”

You whimpered against the heated skin of his plush lips, twisting his silver hair around your fingers, reveling in the feeling of him pressing down on you, stretching your cunt as he pushed another finger into you, twisting and curling against the spot that had you crying out in ecstasy.

Your orgasm was almost upon you, your vision was going white as you squeezed Aemond’s waist with your thighs. Suddenly he removed his hand from your heat, dragging a curse of protest from your mouth as you fought to regain some form of friction, your hips twisting helplessly.

“Surely you didn’t think to tease and dominate me with no consequences, my ember?” Aemond tilted his head at your indignant expression, the ends of his long hair tickling your chest. “It is only fair I return the favor. Do not move.”

He rose from the bed, turning from you momentarily, seemingly not wishing for you to see what he was doing. His head dipped, hands busy at his face. When Aemond faced you again, the sapphire stone was in his hand, his left eye empty. It was not the first time you’d seen him like this, the way the prince was observing you sent a fresh shiver through your core.

“Open your legs for me.”

You obeyed, welcoming him as he crawled back over you.

“Wider.”

“Aemond, what are you planning?”

He gave you a devious smirk. Your hips jerked as he placed the cold faceted stone against your clit, beginning to rub light circles against the swollen nub.

“Aemond!”

“Hmm.” He kissed your inner thigh, running the tip of his tongue to the junction of your legs. “The reaction I was hoping for.”

Your knees locked around his head as he dipped his tongue into you, still working his sapphire against your sensitive clit. The lewd sounds of him lapping up the nectar of your sex combined with the feel of the stone rubbing on your most sensitive parts sent you over the edge. The force of your orgasm slammed into you, your hips rose off the mattress, Aemond’s head still held tightly by your thighs as he drank your release down, still mercilessly stroking your pussy with his sapphire until you were begging for him to stop.

“Aemond please, please.” You gasped and writhed, his tongue still licking up your release. “I can’t, it’s too much!”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, the sensation overwhelming. Your hands fisted in his hair, trying to pry him away from your spasming cunt. With a satisfying pop, Aemond released you from his mouth, looking at you with a dilated violet eye. He moved over you, pinning your hips with his own, his ready cock probing at your entrance as he pressed the drenched sapphire to your lips. “Taste yourself.” He commanded.

Eyes wide, you obeyed. Aemond watched as your tongue darted out, licking your orgasm off the deep blue stone. With a wanton groan, Aemond tossed it aside, swooping down to press his lips against yours. In one movement, he entered you, his growl of pleasure drowned out by your loud cry. Your nails dug into the skin of his back as you adjusted to his size, the walls of your quim stretching to accommodate the sudden intrusion.

Aemond’s eye was closed, his mouth slack as he relished the feeling of being inside you. You wiggled beneath him, already seeking to chase the fresh wave of arousal coursing through you. Aemond’s eye snapped open, he smiled before placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Be still.” He nuzzled against the hollow of your throat, the scent of his hair filling your nostrils. “I want to savor you.”

You grunted, a flare of defiance sparking in your chest as you moved your hips as best you could against him.

Aemond’s teeth grazed your neck sharply. “I said be still, Y/N. I don’t wish to cum just yet.”

The vulnerability in his voice gave you pause, and you allowed him to rest atop your body, his weight pleasantly pressing you into the mattress. You smoothed his tousled hair with your hands. “Are you alright, Aemond?”

You knew the answer, but the passion he had shown you tonight spoke to an inner turmoil only you could recognize. Aemond hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your chest. He mouthed at the flesh of your breast, seeking comfort in the soft feel of your body. “I will be, my ember. We will be.”

His tongue found your nipple, your cunt clenched around his member in response. Aemond hissed at the sensation, rutting into you despite himself. You coaxed him to continue, your legs opening wider for him, your wandering hands finding the curve of his ass where you dug your nails.

“Vixen.” Aemond murmured, sucking a bruise onto your throat as he began moving inside you at last.

He held your knees against the mattress as he pumped into you, his cock already beginning to twitch inside your core. You could feel him closing in on his release, your quim tightening in response.

“Please…” Your words trailed off into sounds of pleasure mingled with soft utterances of his name.

With a forceful movement, Aemond sheathed himself fully inside you, his fingers marking the skin of your thighs as his hot cum flooded your cunt. Aemond pulled out halfway before sinking back into you, sending you over the edge, your ecstasy pulling his seed deeper as you clenched and quivered around him.

“Y/N.” Aemond breathed your name in reverence, his hair shining like a moonlit river over his shoulders. “I love you.”

You brought him back down to meet you in a heated kiss, pouring your adoration into every move of your mouth against his, your heels pressing against his backside, pressing him further into you as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm.

“Aemond.” Your thoughts were proving difficult to gather, the bliss of your lovemaking making your eyelids heavy. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Aemond pulled slowly out of you, leaving you feeling oddly empty, even as he collapsed on the bed next to you, pulling you securely into his warm embrace. His fingers traced low at your abdomen as he trailed featherlight kisses up the arch of your neck. “I give myself willingly to you.” He kissed your lips as you turned your head to look at his face. “A dragon is only claimed by one who is worthy.” Aemond kissed you again, lingering to brush his nose against yours. “You are mine as I am yours, Y/N.”

“You will marry me then?” You whispered, hardly daring to ask the question even with the look of utter adoration Aemond was bestowing upon you.

“If there is a future to be had,” Aemond pressed his forehead tenderly against your own. “I would walk into it gladly at your side.”

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tcwmatchmakingau · 8 months

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Commander Mayday illustration by @nika6q

A Match for Mayday: Chapter 1

Editor's note: This fic is a collaboration between @nika6q (artwork) and @dystopicjumpsuit (story)

Pairing: Mayday x Flower Farmer Reader

Rating: T

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings and tags: fluff

A/N: dedicated to @nika6q ❤️‍🩹

Read Chapter 2 here!

Your sister has always had immaculate taste. From her gorgeous flat in a Coruscant high-rise, to the handsome trooper currently staring down at her with adoration in his soft brown eyes as she wraps her arm around his waist, to the selection of high-quality brews in the conservator which you are currently raiding, she has curated a beautiful life for herself. She’s been your best friend since the day she was born, and you couldn’t be happier for her. You didn’t have an easy childhood, and seeing your little sister settled and thriving is everything you had hoped for her during those difficult days.

Her boyfriend—no, make that fiancé—practically worships her. As you watch them through the sliding glass door, you realize you’ve never seen her look as content as she does in that moment, smiling softly up at Hexx. Unbeknownst to you, an identical smile plays on your own lips as you close the conservator door. Just as you do, a latecomer enters the kitchen, and you turn automatically to greet him, your eyes widening as you take him in.

He’s a clone, but damn, what a clone. He looks older than Hexx and most of his brothers, though that might be due to his beard and longer hair. He’s tall and solidly built, and even in civilian clothing, he looks imposing. His long sleeves are rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle, with a hint of tattoo ink peeking from the edge of the fabric.

“Hello,” you greet him, that soft smile still in place as you introduce yourself.

“Mayday,” he replies, and his voice is deeper and and more gravelly than you’ve heard from other clones. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Up close, you can see faint lines around his eyes, and a sprinkle of silver in his hair. Definitely older than Hexx, then.

“Can I get you a beer?” you offer. “Or are you a whiskey man?”

“A beer sounds great, thanks,” he says, and you hand him the cold bottle you just pulled out of the conservator. His fingers brush against yours, soft and warm, and his eyes follow you as you turn to pull another bottle out of the conservator. “How do you know Hexx and Sunni?”

“Sunni is my sister,” you reply.

“I thought I saw the resemblance,” he says. “Why aren’t you out partying with the others?”

“Just came in for a drink,” you reply. He arches an eyebrow, and you buckle immediately under his unspoken interrogation. “And to hide for a few minutes.”

“Now, why would you want to hide?” he asks, tapping his bottle against yours and taking a long sip.

You shrug. “Not a huge fan of crowds. They make me nervous.”

“You must hate living on Coruscant, then,” he says.

“I would if I lived here,” you reply.

“You’re not local?” he asks, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining the hint of regret in his tone.

“No, I live on Nakadia,” you reply. “I’m only on Corrie for the engagement party.”

“Nakadia?” he asks. “Then you must be the farmer.”

“Yes, I own a flower farm there,” you reply. “How did you know?”

“Hexx told me they were having the wedding at your farm. You’re a brave woman to agree to host that many clones for a party,” he says with a charming smile.

“I’d do anything for Sunni,” you reply. “But I have to admit it’s weird to think that she’s getting married when I still see the adorable little girl with fluffy hair and a face covered in jelly when I look at her.”

“I know the feeling,” Mayday says with an ironic twist of his mouth. “We do what we can for them, but in the end, we have to trust them to know what they’re doing.”

“Hexx seems like a good man,” you say tentatively. “And he makes her happy.”

“Have you known him long?” he asks.

“I’d only spoken to him on holocalls until I got to Corrie three days ago,” you reply. “What about you? Did you serve with him?”

Mayday nods. “I’m his commanding officer, at least for the moment. I can tell you that there’s not a more loyal soldier in the GAR. He’ll take good care of your sister.”

“When you say ‘for the moment,’ what does that mean? Is he being reassigned?” you ask curiously. Sunni hadn’t mentioned it.

“Not to my knowledge,” he replies. “But I am retiring.”

He seems too young to be retiring, but there is a weariness about his eyes that makes you think he’s earned it.

“What will you do then?” you ask, relaxing back against the countertop.

Mayday mimics your laid-back posture, leaning against the wall as he answers. “Haven’t decided yet. I might just spend some time enjoying being the only person in charge of my time.”

“You’re not going to rush down to RTL to find the love of your life?” you ask, a teasing light springing into your eyes.

“Nah, not for me,” he replies. “I’d prefer to meet somebody organically.”

“Understandable,” you reply. “Though it certainly worked out well for Sunni and Hexx.”

“And what about you?” he asks.

“What about me?” You take a sip of beer and enjoy its icy effervescence on your tongue.

“Any plans to visit the matchmaker?”

“I’m not really interested,” you admit.

Mayday nods slightly, his eyes unreadable. “So you’re taken, then?”

The door slides open abruptly, and Sunni bursts in like the force of nature that she truly is, tugging Hexx behind her.

“Are you hiding in here?” she demands with an infectious laugh.

“Of course not!” you lie with dignity. “I was entertaining your guest.”

“Welcome, Commander,” Hexx says, subtly standing at attention.

“Relax, Hexx. You don’t need to salute me at your own engagement party,” Mayday says with that easy, charming smile.

Hexx and Sunni sweep you back outside to join the rest of the party goers before you get a chance to tell Mayday that you are very single.

Months pass before you see Mayday again. Sunni is swept up in wedding plans, and you head back to Nakadia to tend to your farm. There’s plenty to do, between your normal responsibilities and the additional work of getting the property ready to host a large wedding. If you think Sunni is a social butterfly, she pales in comparison to Hexx and his multitude of brothers. Sunni is going to have the largest family-in-law in the galaxy, and it seems like half the GAR will be attending the wedding, along with their plus-ones, most of whom had met through Right to Love Matchmaking. Several of the matchmakers are also invited, and you hope they aren’t so dedicated to their work that they will harass you to sign up for their services.

A few weeks before the wedding, Sunni and Hexx arrive with a large contingent of clones to help with the labor of getting the farm ready for such a large gathering. Veetch is there, of course, along with numerous members of the 77th Heavy Brigade.

And, of course, Mayday is there.

It takes an unbelievable amount of work to get the farm ready, but given that Hexx has quite literally brought a small army to help, it goes faster than you expect. The entire first day is spent clearing brush to make space for the large pavilion where the reception will take place. It is dirty, sweaty, backbreaking work, even with the help of the droids. You are exhausted at the end of the day, and after taking a quick shower, you make your way out to the front porch to watch the sunset. It’s your favorite vantage point, and it’s a nightly ritual that you almost never miss.

Tonight, though, someone has already claimed your spot. His tall, broad form leans casually against the pillar as he surveys your lovely farm. In the golden light of early sunset, you pick up the glints of lighter brown and gold in his dark hair, and for an instant, you wonder what it would feel like to twine your fingers through it. On impulse, you stop in the kitchen and pull two bottles of ale out of your conservator. You join him and offer him a bottle wordlessly. He nods his thanks and goes back to staring out at the kaleidoscopic fields of flowers.

You didn’t see much of him today. He has been busy working on a special project in the barn, and his sleeves are littered with a fine layer of wood shavings. Your knees creak a little as you lower yourself to sit on the porch step, and soon he joins you.

“Nice place you have here,” he says at last, breaking the evening serenity. “Peaceful.”

“That’s what drew me here,” you reply.

He looks at you curiously. “Trying to avoid crowds?”

You nod, not wanting to spoil the tranquility of the moment by delving into your personal history. “It’s a good place to live a quiet life.”

“That sounds…” he begins, but he trails off.

His eyes have a faraway expression, and you wonder what horrors he’s seen to make him look so karking tired. He doesn’t continue, and you don’t prod him. Instead, you quietly watch the sun paint the sky in a wash of pastel. As the light fades and the dusk creeps in, you exchange occasional desultory remarks, but mostly you sit in companionable silence, drinking slowly and simply enjoying each other’s nearness.

“It’s a good place for a wedding,” he observes.

“Yes, I always thought if I ever got married, it would be here.” You smile. “I wouldn’t want the big party, though. Just a few people. Sunni and Hexx, a few close friends. A simple ceremony, and then a cozy dinner party under those trees,” you say, gesturing at the nearby copse of acthorn trees.

“You’ve thought it out,” he observes.

You let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle. “Kind of hard not to with everything going on.”

“That’s fair,” he says. “I never thought much about weddings. Didn’t think it would be a possibility.”

“Is this the first you’ve been to?” you ask curiously.

He shakes his head. “The matchmakers have been busy. Half of the commanders have paired up, and the other half are just waiting for their turn.”

“But not you?”

He shrugs. “Can’t say I ever thought much about the war ending, until it did. By then, it seemed a little late to start planning a life I never thought I’d have.”

You frown. “It’s not too late. You’ve earned that life, Mayday.”

“Maybe,” he acknowledges. “But I won’t find it on a speed date.”

He’s waiting for you the next night, too, and the one after. Each evening, you open up more to him, and the two of you spend hours conversing in low voices late into the night.

“How many kinds of flowers do you grow?” he asks as he looks out across the vibrant patchwork of blossoms that stretches to the edge of your farm.

“Hundreds,” you reply. “Not all at once. I stagger the plantings to extend the growing season and keep the income a little more predictable.”

“Which ones are your favorite?”

“Fire lilies,” you reply. “They’re unpopular with buyers, but I still grow a patch of them just for myself.”

“I’ve never seen one,” he says.

“Would you like to?”

“Very much,” he replies.

You stand slowly. You’re accustomed to hard work, but the past few days have been a whole other level of manual labor. A tiny moan of relief escapes you as you stretch your tired muscles. When you turn to Mayday, he is watching you with an indecipherable expression. He’s very good at that, you’ve noticed. Sometimes he is very open and easy to read, and others he is incredibly guarded. He must be an excellent sabbac player, you reflect.

With a small smile at the thought, you lead him through the twilight into the garden. In the fading purple light, the lush perfume of the lilies surrounds you in a sweet, heady cloud.

“May I pick one?” he asks.

“Of course,” you reply.

Most people don’t bother to ask, and you never realized how much it bothered you until Mayday’s courtesy reminds you that you have a right to say no. He plucks a blossom carefully, reverently, making sure not to damage the rest of the plant.

“They’re beautiful,” he says quietly. “I can see why they’re your favorite. Why don’t buyers like them?”

“They don’t last long once they’re picked,” you reply. “It makes transporting them tricky.”

“Then I’m sorry I picked this one,” he says.

“Don’t be,” you reply. “There will be more tomorrow.”

The sun has fully set now, and his dark eyes reflect the pale light of the moons. He examines the blossom closely, taking in the graceful curves of the petals, the striations and speckles at the center, the delicate filaments of the stamens. His eyes rise to your face, and his hands follow nearly unconsciously. His knuckles brush subtly against your cheek as he tucks the flower into your hair. Your mouth suddenly feels very dry, and you swallow without meaning to.

“Beautiful,” he repeats.

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