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squirmhoney · 4 months

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ALL ALONE AT CHRISTMAS

Requested by @queenofthekeep ♡ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader Warning: Smut. incest. Angst. Arguing. 18+ MDNI A/N:we’ve had a very late start to Christmas today. So even though I know a lot of you won’t see this, I thought I’d grace your Christmas Day with this soft smut❤️ Merry Christmas guys 🎄

“One job,” you shouted, throwing the tickets onto the counter. “It was the one thing I let you do and you fucked it.”

All you wanted was to tear your hair out in frustration, not knowing who you should be angry with, Aegon for booking the wrong tickets or yourself for thinking that he could be given that much responsibility.

Aegon’s lips opened, unable to get a syllable out before you were screaming at him again.

“Don’t,” you told him, putting your hand out. “I’m stuck here for Christmas because you booked the wrong flight.”

“We,” Aegon stated, standing up from his seat. He made his way over to you, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “I’m here as well.”

You pushed his hands away, “Don’t. Just don’t.”

Aegon’s face dropped at this, a frown covering his face as he retreated away from you. He was at an end with you, back to square one like he had been months ago. All the phone calls, messages and constant reassurance on his end felt like it was for nothing. Had he really spent months patching things up between him and you, just for him to fuck it up over booking the wrong flights.

Yes, he had booked the wrong flights on purpose. But this isn’t how he planned things turning out, you weren’t supposed to get this upset. Well, at least not in his head.

Things couldn’t get any worse, until they did.

Christmas should be spent with your family, not just with your older brother. Especially not one like Aegon. To add to your Christmas nightmare, the power had cut out in Aegon’s apartment, leaving you both curled up on the couch wrapped under an array of blankets trying desperately to keep warm.

“You can get a bit closer,” Aegon said from the other end of the couch.

You were shivering, trying to hide your chattering teeth by biting down on your t-shirt. Even with how cold you felt, goosebumps covering your skin, you didn’t want to let him know that.

“Seriously, you’re freezing over there.”

In the candle light Aegon saw your eyes look up at him, narrowing your eyes at him with a coldness he had only seen once before.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Is it always going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“This distance between us, not just physically but in every way shape and form,” he snapped out, throwing his head back.

“It’s good,” you paused for a second, drawing your legs further in. “To have space.”

You could feel him rolling his eyes even if you couldn’t see it.

“Space is good.” You squeezed your knees to your chest. “It’s healthy.”

“Here we go again.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I thought we were over it. I’ve apologised, I’ve kept my distance, I’ve phoned and texted at the right times. What else can I do?”

“You kissed me,” you shouted at him, a croak in the back of your throat. Realising the sound of your own voice, you looked around the darkness as if someone could hear you. “And you can’t do that.”

“If I remember correctly, you kissed me back.”

“You’re delusional.”

He huffed and when he spoke again you could hear the tears lodged in his airways, begging to spill. “Fuck you.” It was shaky, full of pain that you both shared.

“I’m your sister, Aegon. Can’t you see how fucked up it is?”

“You don’t think I know.” He stood up, taking a step away from you. “I hate myself for feeling this way but I can’t help it.”

“It’s sick,” as soon as the words slipped from your mouth, you regretted them. But maybe it’s what he needed to hear, what you both needed to hear.

“You act so fucking high and mighty,” he stormed around the room, in the darkness where he wasn’t visible to you. “Like you weren’t a part of this. Like you don’t feel the way I feel.”

“I don’t-”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Christmas wasn’t meant to be spent in silence but for the most part it had been.

Both you and Aegon had put on glowing smiles for your family when you called, making up lies about how you both were enjoying yourselves. In reality you had been looking at the earliest flight you could catch to get yourself out of there but there weren’t any for a few more days.

Eventually your phone died and the sun went down, meaning all you could do was stare up into the darkness as you curled up on the couch. You were still cold, the layers of blankets not doing much to help. You were glad for the friendly neighbour that dropped off an array of candles, the apartment being less depressing than it had been.

In the silence of it all you could only think about Aegon as you were sure he was thinking about you. He had been hauled up in his room, giving you the silent treatment. The only time you had really seen him he was puffy eyed and pale in the face, barely able to look at you.

You hated him for it. The way your stomach dropped at the sight of him, so distraught and how your eyes could barely look up from your knees to meet his face. With every second that passed you felt your chest tightening more, the silent tears unable to alleviate the weight that was holding you down.

You weren’t sure of the time when you next saw Aegon. Maybe minutes had passed since the sun had set, maybe even hours. But for some reason you felt stuck in the passage of time, as if you didn’t do something, you’d never leave that apartment. Maybe that was just an excuse.

Nothing really mattered to you when Aegon opened his bedroom door, finding you standing on the other side. You stood there contemplating for a while on what to do or what you were going to say. All you managed to think of was…

“I was cold,” your voice was quiet, barely audible. You looked up at him, that tight feeling in your chest snapped and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep your tears at bay.

He was so close you could feel the heavy breaths he was taking, his chest almost touching yours. You couldn’t help but place your hand against his bare skin, wanting to ease the pain and sadness you were both feeling.

When his hands cupped your cheeks, you accepted it. The pads of his thumb wiping at your wet skin, saying the things that you knew he was clearly too scared to say. But his lips said much more when they reached down to yours, hovering a centimetre away from you.

It was a brush of lips when you closed the distance, delicate and fearful of one another’s rejection. You sobbed into his lips after a second, hands wrapping around his neck as you latched yourself onto him.

That feeling in your chest finally eased when he pulled you into his room, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your bodies moved on instinct, sinking into each other as you clumsily travelled over to his bed. When your foot stumbled on something, Aegon was quick to stop you from falling, snatching you up and throwing you onto his bed.

You didn’t even know if it was you or him stripping you of your clothes, all you knew was that you were both desperate, tearing them from your body. Before you knew it you were chest to chest, bare against each other and completely vulnerable. His hands roamed your sides, not taking any time as he grabbed at the flesh, almost violently as if he was trying to bruise your skin, leaving his mark for everyone to see.

“Aegon,” it slipped out in a moan when he grinded his hips into yours, his arousal clear to feel through his boxers. Your legs opened wider, wrapping around his waist to rub yourself up at him. “Please.”

There was a wetness that had pooled between your thighs, one that Aegon could probably feel through his boxers. You were sure of it when he pressed himself flush against you, his stiff cock nudging at you as much as it could.

You were breathless when his lips finally retreated from yours, only to latch onto your neck, sucking at the skin of your throat. You weren’t sure how you’d explain the marks he was surely leaving, purple and pink, but that was the last thing you wanted to think of when his tongue lazily trailed over your skin.

You didn’t realise how much he moved till you felt his hand press against you, dragging his fingers around your soaked cunt. You gasped out, throwing your head back at the sensation as his fingers began to play with you. The swirling in your stomach was unfamiliar to you but it only grew with each drag of his fingers against you. He was barely doing anything but you were a mess, hands clawing at the sheets beneath you.

When he finally slipped a finger in, you shuddered, only for him to push a second finger in with complete ease. Your pussy sucked him in with each thrust and the moan that fell from your lips made him smile against your skin.

Was this what you had been depriving yourself of? Months of battling with unfamiliar feelings, only for you to cave just like this. Had it all been for nothing.

“Aegon, it’s-” you were babbling, unable to finish your words as you let out a harsh breath.

Your walls squeezed him when you came, back arching off the bed as you felt yourself squirting onto his abdomen. All your thighs wanted to do was close, wriggling around as you tried to escape his touch out of pure embarrassment. But he wasn’t letting you go, grip tightening around you as he yanked you further down onto the bed.

In the candle lit room, you could barely see what he was doing but you didn’t need to see it. Not when you felt the tip of him press against your folds, hard and wet as he pushed it around, lubing himself up.

“Aegon,” you pleaded, tears lodged in your throat as you lifted your leg around him. “Please, I need you.”

He kissed you again, inhaling your very being with just one kiss.

“I love you,” it came out in a broken cry that vibrated through your whole chest.

“Say it again,” he demanded, sliding his cock against you.

Even though you were still terrified of his rejection, worried that after all this he could still push you away, you said it again, “I love you.”

The next kiss was hungrier than the last, teeth clashing against each other as he pressed himself fully against you and finally pushed himself into you. You both moaned into each other at this, your hands clawing at his back to get closer to him, if that was even possible.

When he finally lifted his head, giving you space to breathe, he finally said, “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

With that you let out a sharp breath you didn’t realise you had been holding.

It felt like sweet torture the way Aegon thrusted into you, each brush of his cock inside your walls was like a new kind of ecstasy that you couldn’t understand. He was savouring the moment, that much you could tell, enjoying the way your thighs shook with each harsh snap of his hips and your walls clenched around him begging for more.

The way he fucked you was as if he was still trying to stretch you out, get you ready for what was really about to take place. Even though you weren’t sure if you were ready for it, you were gasping for it, on the verge of crying if he didn’t give you what you so desperately craved right then.

“You need something, baby?” Aegon taunted from above you, lifting one of your thighs to sit between your bodies.

You gave him a small nod, all you felt like you could manage.

“I need you to tell me,” Aegon lifted the other legs now, the angle allowing him to reach deeper inside of you. “Speak for me.”

“I can’t,” you gulped, shaking your head at him.

“How am I supposed to know what you want?”

“Please,” tears slid down your cheeks as he delivered a violent thrust. “I-I just n-need more.”

Aegon slowly pulled out from you, making you whine when his tip sat at your entrance. But before you knew it was sinking back into your walls, snapping his hips into yours with a vicious rage that he clearly had been holding back on.

Your thighs were shaking at this, unable to keep down each moan that fell from your lips until he pressed his lips against yours. Only for a moment though, letting out a groan of his own as he curved himself into you.

“You like this,” Aegon stated, grinning against your cheek. “No. No.”

You were so delirious, you could barely focus on his words.

“You love this.”

You clenched around him at this, your cunt clearly agreeing with him.

“As much as I do.”

Your eyes widened, feeling that familiar pressure in your stomach ready to snap. With the way your walls were squeezing him, you were sure that Aegon could tell, holding your face in place so he could watch this time.

“Please,” he pleaded with you, eyes latched onto yours.

You came for him, walls pulsating around him as the ecstasy spread across your skin. His lips only became more frantic after that, keeping you hooked on that feeling as he chased his own orgasm. One more clench from your cunt, had him spilling into you finally. He sighed as he rocked his hips against yours, making sure to feel you up completely with every last drip of his cum.

He slipped out of you with a sharp hiss, collapsing on top of you right after. Your breathing was still harsh as you fell slack against the bed, mind starting to become clear. You didn’t want that, not wanting to think of the consequences of what you both had truly done. Not right then at least.

But Aegon was already softening against you.

“I don’t want to stop,” you whispered.

“Hmm- What was that?” Aegon asked, shifting to hover above you.

You were getting choked up again as reality began to hit you, “I-”

“It’s okay,” Aegon was quick to reassure you, rolling you both over so you were resting on his chest. “You just gotta trust me.”

You buried your head into his neck, letting him soothe you as his hand rubbed your back.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.”

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squirmhoney · 4 months

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A DADDY FOR CHRISTMAS | SMUTMAS

Day two of Christmas Rafe x Breeding kink Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader Warning: Smut. Dark. Non-Con. Dub-con. Pet names. Violence. Face slapping. Breeding kink. Mentions of abuse. Possessive!Rafe 18+ MDNI A/N: I loved, loved and writing this one. But I have forgot how much I edited this last week so sorry for any mistakes.

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Lips trailed over the purple marks on your wrists, feather light to sooth the pain he had only created an hour ago.

Rafe didn’t mean to be so harsh, or that’s what he liked to believe, but seeing that pogue trying to worm his way into your good books, made his skin crawl.

You hadn’t even realised he was storming over, feeling his fingers dig harshly into your skin before you noticed his presence. Within a few minutes he had dragged you upstairs, lips inhaling your very being as he shoved you into some random person’s bed.

“What were you thinking?” Rafe growled, pressing his nose against yours. Your eyes were locked, unable to shift your head with his tight grip on your throat. “Have I not made it clear?”

“Raf-” You barely choked out in a wheeze.

He loosened up a bit, leaving you enough space to breathe.

“I-I-” You struggled to speak between your breaths, panting like some bitch in heat with his brutal pace.

“Spit it out,” Rafe grunted, sinking his fingers into your cheeks.

All you could do was stutter his name, pouting up at him to give you some sort of sympathy.

But Rafe wasn’t a sympathetic man, he didn’t care for the tears spilling over your lash line or the flushed colour of your skin. Not when you had been fraternising with the enemy, letting them take a look at what was truly his.

“I swear I’ll fuck the traitor out of you.”

His words barely resonated in your mind, not when his dick was dragging against your walls, leaving you a whimpering mess. Everything he said was words that he basically muttered to himself at this point and it wasn’t as if you hadn’t heard them a thousand times before.

“Need to find a way to make people realise you’re mine and only mine.”

“Yours,” You whispered between a strangled breath.

“What was that, princess?” Rafe asked with a harsh slap around your face, the sting bringing you back to reality.

“Yours,” You cried, a few stray tears painting your cheeks. “I’m yours, Rafe.”

Something in Rafe softened at that, pressing a gentle kiss to the reddened skin of your face. He shifted, dragging his lips across the skin of your neck as he painted in purple blemishes and bite marks. But he had done this time and time again, covering you in him and showing you off for everyone in the outer banks to see, and he still wasn’t getting his message across. Well not to everyone at least.

Without warning you found yourself squirting all over him, gasping out at the sensation as you grasped on to his arm for support.

Rafe chuckled against your throat, his teeth nibbling at subtle skin before pulling away. “I don’t remember saying you could cum.”

“I’m sorry.”

Rafe tutted at you like some disapproving parent, shaking his head as he pulled out of your velvety walls. He stared down at his tip, looking at the sloppy mess you had made all over it, even dripping onto the bed.

“Raf-”

His hips are slammed into yours with a hard thrust, tip hitting inside your stomach as he shoves your ankles over his shoulder.

It was pain mixed with pleasure, the thickness of him filling you in a way that had your body wriggling for room to escape. But with your body buried between his and the mattress, you weren’t able to move, only struggling against him as you sobbed.

“Take it,” Rafe demanded, forcing you to stay in position as he got back to his brutal pace. “If you want me to forgive you, you’ll take it.”

You blubbered out a small okay, hands grappling onto his shoulder blades as your nails dug into soft skin.

“Good girl.” He patted your cheek with his hand, a smirk drawing on his lips as a thought came to mind. “You’re going to my good girl forever, do you know how I’m going to make sure of that?”

You shook your head, struggling to focus as your mind became blank with each stroke against your g-spot. Your legs were trembling in between both of your bodies and you could feel your pussy leaking from the impending orgasm that you were fighting to hold back.

“You're going to make me a daddy,” Rafe sneered into your lips, thrusts becoming violent after that statement. “A daddy for Christmas, how does that sound?”

He couldn’t be serious, you had thought, you were only starting your twenties, this isn’t what you wanted. But there was a determination in his eyes and he only seemed to laugh at you when your eyes widened at the idea.

“You’ll make the perfect mum,” he told you with a strained voice, continuously pounding into your creamy pussy every time your lips opened to protest. “I think you’ll look so pretty, stomach round with my child.”

Your wailing at your second orgasm, somewhere between a sob and a moan as you tried to grasp what kind of sick reality you were living in. All you could hear was the sound of your voice, even over the wet squelching of your pussy, you didn’t even register when Rafe was groaning as he emptied himself into you.

He grins when he finally pulls back from your abused body, collapsing next to you as he catches his own breath.

Even with your quivering legs you tried to escape him, hoping in his fucked out state he wouldn’t realise you were slipping away. But not even a second before your toes reached the floor did he have a fist full of your hair, yanking you back into the bed.

“You didn’t think I was done yet, did you?” He questioned, placing you back into the same position as before. “Now it’s going to take more than one try to make me a daddy.”

“Please, Rafe. I can’t take anymore,” you cried, holding your sticky thighs tight together.

“You should have thought about that earlier,” Rafe hummed, prying your legs apart to get a sightful of your destroyed pussy. “Oh, it’s all slipped out now. Looks like we are going to have to keep going again and again…”

You felt the tip of him press against your clit, making you wince as he repeated himself.

“...and again-” Before he slipped right back in.

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squirmhoney · 4 months

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STEPCEST | SMUTMAS

Day five of Christmas | Aegon x Somnophilia Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader Warning: Smut. Step-cest. Teasing. Fingering. 18+ MDNI A/N: This is much softer than I've been writing so enjoy.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Rafe growled into your ear, pressing his index finger against your panty clad pussy. “And for your brother, tsk.”

He wasn’t wrong. Rafe hardly ever was when it came to you.

You had soaked your lace underwear, he could literally feel you seeping out onto his fingertips as he trailed the edge of the material. You felt lightheaded being so close to him, back pressed up against his chest as he held your legs open wide for him.

Rafe was barely touching you at this point, fingers only dancing around the edges to tease you. But your chest rose and fell like you had just ran a mile, your breaths coming out shaky as you tried to hide the excitement that came from your pulsing core.

“Do something,” you pleaded, eyes unable to move from where his finger was.

You were a goner when he started rubbing figure eights over your clothed clit, tears brimming the edges of your eyes as you whimpered. All he did was hum into your ear as if he was taking a second to think.

“Please,” you added, twisting your face around to meet his gaze. Your eyes full and round as you lifted your head to look up at him, wet lips pouting out ever so slightly. “I’ll do anything.”

“You don’t want to agree to that,” Rafe chuckled, pressing his finger further into you. “Trust me, you really don’t want to do that.”

“I want to,” you weren’t really thinking it through, mind going blank with each light touch Rafe gave you.

“Anything?” He questioned with a quirked brow, knowing you clearly didn’t know what that meant.

So you nodded eagerly, biting at your bottom lip when he finally hooked his finger in your panties. He barely moved them, shifting them down your thighs enough to wedge his hand in between your thighs. That was all he needed anyway, slipping his fingers over your drenched folds and laughing even more when your eyes rolled to the back of your skull just from the skin on skin touch.

“My little sister dripping onto my fingers like this,” Rafe whispered into your ear, lips kissing the shell of it before he trailed down your neck.

“Step-sister,” you reminded him.

“Don’t try to justify it now,” Rafe pressed wet kisses into your skin, sucking and nibbling at the subtle skin.

“It’s not the-” you words were caught on a moan when his fingers finally found your clit.

“You’re so sensitive.” The words were emphasised when he rubbed a small circle into it, noticing how your walls clamped down onto nothing. He started out a slow and torturous pace with this, grinning from behind you every time your hips bucked up into his hand for just a little bit more. “I bet you could cum just from this.”

“I need more,” you persisted, tears leaking out onto your cheeks. “Please just a little bit more.”

“Fine,” Rafe sighed, giving in as he began to stroke harsh circles into your clit.

Suddenly it went from light petting to him roughly forcing you into an orgasm, making you feel like you were a second away from tipping over the edge. Your thighs were quivering, desperately fighting to stay open against the urge to snap them back shut.

“Uh-Rafe,” his name came out on a sob as your walls spasmed for him. Your pussy was leaking out onto the sheets beneath you, all you could do was fall slack into Rafe’s body behind you as you came for him.

In all of this Rafe managed to get carried completely away. He was devouring every moan and whine from your lips, so much so that he knew he needed to hear more. You didn’t even notice his other hand travelling down from your hips, not until he slipped two fingers into your soaked hole with ease, adding a third just because he could.

They were thicker than yours and longer, filling you in a way that you hadn’t ever felt before especially when they curled inside of you. With you just coming down from your first orgasm, you didn’t think you could manage another one so soon. But Rafe was beyond caring, thrusting his fingers inside of you and finding your g-spot with ease.

“Come on baby,” Rafe eagerly groaned in your ear, curling his fingers and nudging against your sensitive spot again and again and again… “Just another one for me. I know you got it in you.”

“I can’t,” you croaked out, shaking your head.

But Rafe wasn’t having any of it, not holding back as he kept going. You were shoved into it, pussy squirting out onto his fingers as he finger fucked you to another orgasm. All he could do was sigh, completely mesmerised at how you drenched the bed with your fluids.

With Rafe focused on the mess you made on the bed, you finally found a second to rest, collapsing back into him as you caught your breath. Your breathing was still far from normal when he turned his head to catch your gaze and speak again.

“So how about we do that anything you said you’d do for me?”

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squirmhoney · 4 months

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NIPPLE PLAY | SMUTMAS

Day six of Christmas | Aegon x nipple play Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader Warning: Smut. Slightly dark. Naïve reader! Mean! Aegon. (Intended incest/intended niece/cousin reader) 18+ MDNI A/N: this is defo my fave to write. Also what I mean by intended was that in my head it was niece or cousin reader but I never explicitly say it so you can imagine what you want

You probably didn’t realise what you had been doing to Aegon. Completely clueless when you threw yourself on top of him, tits bouncing in his face as you straddled his lap. He was trying desperately to readjust himself underneath you without you noticing but it was hard when you were wriggling around, making his cock beg to be pulled out of the restraints of his joggers.

He didn’t even have time to sort himself out in a bathroom or his bedroom, too busy with all the Christmas activities with his family. So when he finally got to his bedroom that night, he was ready to get under the covers and wrap his hand around his cock.

But he didn’t get to do that because you were slipping into his room like you always did when you stayed over.

Aegon didn’t hold back a groan as you crawled under the covers, throwing his head back onto the pillows behind him.

“What's wrong?” You pouted, eyeing his tense frame.

“You,” He snapped.

You were clearly taken aback, face dropping at that. “W-What did I do?”

He pulled on the strap of your pyjamas, yanking the material down slightly as he openly stared at your cleavage. “Going around in barely nothing, flaunting your tits in my face and just- fuck,” he hissed under his breath, not wanting to draw attention to his bedroom.

Your nose crinkled at him, eyebrows drawing in clear confusion. “I’m… sorry?”

That naive nature of yours was starting to get on his last nerve. How could you be so dumb? He could only roll his eyes in annoyance and pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping he’d be able to calm down.

“Aegon?” You grabbed his attention again, sounding not sure of yourself. “Is there some way I could make it up to you?”

His eyes peeled open, cock leaking in his boxers as he thought of all the things you could do for him. “There is something.”

He was playing with the strap of your pyjama top again, sliding down till it rested against the top of your breast.

“It really is the least you can do,” he whispered, finger slipping into your top. “You going to be a good girl for me?”

You nodded eagerly, wanting so badly to please him.

He yanked your top down, uncovering your breasts finally for his eyes to see.

You yelped out, covering yourself with your arms as you stared at him with widened eyes.

“I thought you said you were going to be good,” Aegon growled, peeling your arms away from your body. “Now be fucking quiet and stop teasing me.”

One thing about you was that you listened to Aegon when he told you to do something, especially when he was angry. So with his heated tone sinking into your skin, you behaved obediently. You bit down on your lip as Aegon held your tits in both hands, eyes darkening once he finally got to squeeze them.

Aegon hadn't even started and he was already enjoying himself as he stared down at your tits. He massaged them like they were toys for his own amusement, mouth salivating at the sight before his eyes. When he sighed, you felt the breath fan across your nipples making them pebble up.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Aegon chuckled.

You hid your face in embarrassment, feeling completely flushed at the situation.

“Don’t shy away.”

He licked at your nipple, eyes staring up at your face as he watched your reaction. You were so squeamish and he couldn’t help repeating the action, watching you sigh at the sensation.

“You’re so prett-mm.” He wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it and groaning at the feel of it in his mouth.

You moaned, not realising the sound of it until it slipped past your lips.

“Feeling good?” He asked, his tit still in your mouth.

You parted your lips, nodding your head at him.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Aegon couldn’t help himself, you moaning like this as he played with your tits, all spread out on his bed just so willing and ready for him to do anything to you. He needed to touch himself, hand reaching into his pants to finally release his cock from his boxers. He sighed into your skin as he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking it with pure desperation.

He nibbled gently on your nipple before moving over to the next one, not wanting to give one more attention than the other. The feel of your nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he fucked his fist was driving him insane. You were so sensitive as well. There was probably a pool in your shorts at him touching you like this, something he’d have to help you deal with later.

He lost it when your fingers rested in his hair, scratching at his scalp as you lost yourself in your own bliss. He couldn’t even help himself, spilling out onto his hand with a deep groan against your skin. It felt good and he continuously pumped his cock till he was completely spent against you.

For a second he was completely lost, breathing laboured as he fell slack against you. It wasn’t till he heard your soft voice shimper his name did he snap back to reality.

He lifted his head, resting his chin on your chest to look at you. “Yes?”

“I-Uh.” You were stumbling on your words, biting on your bottom lip.

He had felt you clench your thighs underneath him, seeing you squirm around as you tried to get across how you were feeling.

“It’s just-”

Aegon grinned, teeth winking at you in a predatory manner as he flicked one of your nipples.

“Aegon,” you whined.

“Need me to take care of you,” he pressed his hand against your shorts, feeling you already soaked through the material.

“Yes, please,” you pleaded as he rubbed his cum covered hand against your shorts, laughing when you bucked up into his hand.

“Now tell me if I do this, are you going to be naughty or nice?”

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #dark aegon smut #aegon targaryen ii x you #dark aegon targaryen #squirmhoneysmutmas

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squirmhoney · 4 months

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A CHRISTMAS TRIP PART 2 | SMUTMAS

The requested part two from @msassenach ❤️ Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece! Reader Warning: Smut. Pet names. Loss of virginity. Oral (f receiving). Naïve reader! 18+ MDNI Part one

You were a quivering mess within minutes on the end of Aemond’s tongue, his name falling in whimpers from your mouth because of it.

You weren’t sure what Aemond’s end goal was here, you had already cummed twice and were quickly on your way to a third one. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man, groaning every now and again about how delicious you tasted. You wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t any plan in mind and he was just truly enjoying himself between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Aemond muttered out before slipping his thick muscle inside your hole. “Mpmh- you taste so good- can’t waste a drop.” He barely made sense to your delirious brain, just the ramblings of a pussy drunk man.

“Aemond,” you squealed, fat tears rolling down your cheek at the intensity. “Please, please, please…”

His mouth was trying to suck you dry as he slurped at the juices on your clit, sucking and licking all the sweet essence you were giving him. He was trying but deeply failing especially when he groaned some incoherent praise into your pussy, the vibrations travelling through you, making your cunt clench around nothing and pour like a waterfall.

“Uh-Aemond,” you sharply gasped when you felt two fingers insert themselves in your hole.

His fingers were curled inside of you, thrusting in a sloppy pace while his tongue licked at your clit. When he began to suck again, you completely lost it, thighs shaking around his head. You screamed out for him, unable to control yourself as you squirted all over his face, making a pretty mess on the settee beneath you.

You believed Aemond could live like that mouth attached to your cunt. He seemed so content, a glowing grin when he looked up at you as if he was completely satisfied.

“You make such sweet noises when you cum,” Aemond chuckled to himself, your juices dripping from his lips. His chest was heaving, completely out of breath. The almost frightening thing was how he didn’t even seem to care. A crazed look sat on his face instead, eyes completely blown out and wide as he stared down at your leaking cunt. “You’ve made such a mess.”

You flinched when his fingers traced your still quivering legs.

“So sensitive, hmm,” Aemond tutted, shaking his head. “You’d better make a move to the bedroom before we ruin my parent’s furniture anymore than we already have.”

“The bedroom,” you gulped, slowly lifting yourself from the settee you were lying on. You weren’t even thinking, letting his hand pull you into the direction of his bedroom.

Aemond wasted no time when he shoved you through those doors, hands eagerly tearing at your clothes to get them off. You tried to help him, moving your arms up above your head so he could rip your t-shirt off. Once you were finally naked, his hands were all over you, grabbing at your ass as his mouth landed on your nipple.

With his body flush against yours, you could feel how hard he was, his boner pressing against your stomach. It made you feel feral and without thinking your hand travelled downwards, getting a feel of him through his trousers.

“Fuck,” Aemond moaned into your mouth, fingers digging into the globe of your ass.

His reaction made you smile, feeling for a second you had an upper hand as you rubbed at him through the material. But it didn’t last long, not with Aemond shoving his hand between your cheeks, finding your sopping cunt.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Aemond shoved you into the bed.

Goosebumps covered your skin as you listened to Aemond strip himself of his clothes. You were anxious on top of the sheets, wriggling until your head rested on the pillows.

It wasn’t long before Aemond was joining you, hovering over your body completely bare as well. Your hands reached for him, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pulled him in.

“I want to make you feel good now,” you told him, fingers brushing the loose strands of his hair as you lent up to kiss him again. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Oh trust me when I say this,” his cock slipped against your folds, tip brushing at your tip before resting by your hole. “You’re going to make me feel more than good.”

You both moaned into each other's mouths when Aemond sunk into your walls, bliss taking over as you stared into each other’s eyes. There was a sharp pain at the intrusion but you ignored it, letting the

Aemond seemed entranced with you as he thrusted himself into your walls, lips parted as he looked down at you in awe. He hand traced the side of your face, being so gentle and delicate as his thumb brushed your skin. He didn’t stop there, his thumb playing with your bottom lip and opening your lips wide.

You weren’t yourself, not the innocent naive girl that Aemond knew when you lulled out your tongue to suck on his thumb. You were some twisted version, someone that you could only be comfortable to be in front of him. Even Aemond was taken aback by your action, his mouth widening at the sight only to pull into a knowing smirk.

“Who knew you were such a slut for your uncle?” Aemond taunted, taking his thumb from your lips with a lewd pop. “If only your mother could see you now."

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A CHRISTMAS TRIP | SMUTMAS

Day three of Christmas Aemond x Incest kink Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece! Reader Warning: Smut. Dark. Pet names. Fingering. Masturbating. Naive reader! 18+ MDNI A/N: this one is a bit softer than my last two and also a rewrite of one of my older fics but changed in a few ways.

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When Alicent and Viserys had given him a weekend trip to a cabin for Christmas, the first person that came to mind was you. It was no surprise that his sweet niece would be the person he’d want to take. You were close, a bit too close, if his older sister had anything to say about it.

Borderline inappropriate, you had repeated your mother’s words to him.

But Aemond had just chuckled, telling you not to worry your pretty little head about it.

He loved how oblivious you could be, how naive.

"So you're just going to take Aegon?" You questioned through the phone, biting at your bottom lip.

“That was the plan,” Aemond stated casually as if it wasn’t even a question.

Your stomach stirred at his hoarse voice, trying to calm your nerves as you fiddled with your bedding.

“But you don’t even like him,” your tone was weary, unsure if he was playing with you or not.

“That’s true,” Aemond hummed, stringing out his words for a second. “Maybe I’ll just go by myself.”

“Right.” You were clearly disappointed, throwing your body back on to your bed in frustration.

“Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Is there something you want to ask me?” Aemond asked.

“Well…”

“If you want to come, all you have to do is ask- Actually, no.”

You tensed, biting at your bottom lip as you waited for him to continue.

“If you want to come, you’ll beg for it.”

“Beg?” You squealed.

Aemond chuckled at this, adoring the way you easily got so wound up whenever he teased you. “Uh-huh. I want you to beg me for it.”

“Please,” you whispered.

“You can do better than that.”

Aemond knew what he was doing was wrong but over the phone you clearly had no idea, not even noticing the sound when his zipper opened. He’s slow in his actions, carefully listening to your breathing on the other end as he takes his member in his hand.

“Come on, angel.”

You had felt that distinctive flutter in your stomach, making you feel uneasy but with another word from his mouth, you were eager to ignore it.

"Go on," Aemond hummed.

"Pretty please," your voice was soft, hardly pleading as you spoke to him. “Please take me to the cabin with you.”

“It doesn’t seem like you want it that bad.”

He was lying of course, really wanting to hear you whine for him so he could get off on just the sound of your voice.

“I think I might just take someone else.”

“Please,” you pleaded with him.

He liked that, thumb running over his pretty pink tip with a sigh. “Keep going.”

“Please let me go with you. Pretty please, Uncle.”

The sinful way he was picturing you on your knees, sat between his legs as you begged him like you were now. All while he squeezed his cock, delivering harsh strokes as he leaked out into his hand.

"Aemond," you droned out his name, taking a second. “Isn’t that enough.”

He knew he couldn’t get you to keep going for too much longer.

"Please, please," you repeated in a whiny voice. "Please uncle, I'll do anything if you let me come away with you."

His cock twitched with excitement at this, sucking in a harsh breath.

"Aemond," you called through the phone, furrowing your brows at the shuffling noises from his room. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Aemond said breathlessly, trying desperately to hide what he was doing over the phone. "I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon then."

"Tomorrow." You grinned. "I can't wait."

"Of course you can't." Aemond was ever the cocky shit with you.

"You just have to ruin a sweet moment," you sighed, getting under your covers. "Good night, Aemond."

"Good night, angel."

When the phone hung up, Aemond repeated the way you begged in his head, hand pumping at his cock. He continued until he was spilling into his hands, the thought alone driving him wild. For now he’d have to hold onto the thoughts, for now.

Silence never bothered you when it came to Aemond, most of the time the pair of you bathed in it as you sat in each other’s company. But twenty minutes ago Aemond had pulled your legs into his lap, sliding his hand up and down your thigh as he read the book in his hand. For some it would be soothing but the simplest of touches for you had you completely flushed, nibbling on your lip as you kept peering over your book at him. You’d do anything for a bit of noise right now, so you could draw your attention away.

“Something on my face?” He questioned, catching you looking again.

You hid your face behind your book, shaking your head as if he could see it. “Nothing.”

“Nothing, huh.”

“Mhm.” Your eyes scanned the page, unable to focus on the words when his hands reached a bit higher.

“You’re very tense,” Aemond stated, hand wrapping around your thigh now as he gave it a light squeeze.

“I am?” You tried to act clueless but Aemond always could see right through you.

When his hand slipped under the edge of your skirt, you squeezed your thighs together on instinct, book dropping from your hand as you stared at him with eyes slightly widened.

“What are you doing?”

His smile was wicked as he stared back at you, “Let me help you relax.” His hands both worked your legs open, giving himself space to rub at your thighs. “Just read your book.”

“I can’t,” you let out in a staggered breath, hand coming to rest on top of his. You were unsure of yourself, in two minds whether you should push him away or not.

“Just close your eyes for a bit,” Aemond hummed and you listened.

His fingers worked into your muscles, rubbing the tension that you were trying to let go of. Your face was on fire as you relaxed against the cushions behind you, trying not to think about how the way your uncle was touching you right now could be deemed inappropriate.

Before you knew it, his hand was on your inner thigh, the edge of his fingers lightly grazing your panties. You didn’t know what to think, not when your panties were sticking to you from how wet you had become, pussy pulsing like never before. This was your uncle making you feel this way, you should have felt ashamed or tried to put a stop to this but instead all you whispered was…

“That feels nice.”

“It does,” Aemond chuckled, hand finally hovering over your core. “All I want to do is make you feel good.”

That was it for you, legs opening further in a pleading way as if almost begging him to touch you more. He took the hint, fingers pressing down against your soaked panties as you let out a delighted whine.

“I’ve barely touched you, niece,” He tutted mockingly, fingers sliding over the cotton material. “And look how wet you are.”

You couldn’t care at that moment, breathing harshly as if you had just run a marathon. All thoughts became jumbled in your brain when his fingers began to rub against you, not even needing to move your panties as he got you all worked up.

Within a second he was hovering over you, pressing you further into the cushions behind as he pressed his body against yours. Your eyes opened when you felt your lips pressed against yours, gentle as he tried to ask for entrance. But he didn’t need to when his fingers slipped into the waistline of your panties, pushing them down as his hand came in contact with your sopping cunt. With that your lips were parting in a desperate moan, allowing him to sink his tongue into your mouth.

“Uncle!” you yelped, feeling his ring finger sink into your walls.

“Enjoying yourself,” Aemond groaned into your ear, slipping another finger inside with ease.

“It’s-”

You cut yourself off with a wild whimper, a noise you had never heard fall from your lips before but it pours from your throat as his fingers thrust themselves inside of you. You can’t help but clutch onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering open when your pussy squeezed around his fingers for the first time.

“Kiss me again,” you were breathless, pouting up at him with your wet lips until you got what you wanted.

You weren’t sure if Aemond’s lips against yours were helping smother the fire in your body or adding to it. But you couldn’t help lift yourself further from the cushions, pressing yourself further into the kiss and into him. You only managed to stop when his thumb brushed over your sensitive bud, teasing you with it.

“Such a sweet thing,” Aemond murmured against your skin, leaving sloppy wet marks as he kissed your neck. “To think my own niece.”

“Aemond,” you cried when his thumb pressed against your clit again, rubbing circles into it this time. It was then you could feel your legs shaking ever so lightly, hips bucking up into his hand for more.

When you began to squirm around, feeling your thighs wanting to clamp together, Aemond made sure to keep a firm grip against one, pressing it down so he could continue his actions. He almost grunted when he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, imprinting the sound of your cries into his memory as you came for the first time. Along with the image of your wet eyes and parted lips, all fucked out over some simple fingering. He wondered how worked up he’d get you later with his cock bullying your insides.

“That was-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, not when he was already repositioning his head between your thighs.

“I’m not done with you just yet,” Aemond growled as he sunk his face between your thighs, giving you one last smile. “There’s a lot more where that came from.”

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WRAPPED LIKE A BOW | SMUTMAS

Day one of Christmas Aegon x Bondage Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader Warning: Smut. Dark. Bondage. Spanking. Naive reader. Fingering. Non-Con. Dub-con. Pet names. Cruel!Aegon 18+ MDNI A/N: Finally, day one of Christmas is here. Enjoy lovelies❤️

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It started off as a game, something he’d seen online in a video somewhere, or that’s what he had told you. As naïve as you were, you laid on the bed, allowing Aegon to manoeuvre your limbs until your arms were restrained behind your back and your ankles were attached to your thighs. All tied together amongst tight rope and a bow that made you look awfully like some sort of Christmas present.

All you did was giggle when he towered his body over yours, finding it incredibly funny when his tuft of white hair tickled your skin.

That was until his hand slid underneath your pyjama shorts, fingers grazing the subtle skin of your inner thigh. The laughter evidently fell from your face, eyes widening as you tried to grasp the idea of what was happening.

Aegon wouldn’t do this to you. Never to you.

“What are you doing?” You stuttered, shifting to get some space. It was then the rope started to feel as tight as it really was, completely constricting.

“Having fun,” Aegon said with no sense of doubt in his tone. “That’s what games are for.”

Your stomach dropped at that and when you began to stammer out that you didn’t like this game or you didn’t want to play anymore, he ignored you. It didn’t take long for you to become a twitching mess, to the point where his mouth was covering your pathetic pleas and his cheeks were soaked with your tears.

“You’re getting so wet,” he hummed, feeling the vibration from it sending goosebumps all over your skin. His fingers slipped further down through your folds, chuckling at how you tensed at the reaction. “Just for me.”

You choked on a sob with the first finger he managed to squeeze in, the thickness of it forcing itself against any resistance from your virgin walls. Your legs began to tremble with the second finger, unsure how he managed it with the tightness you were feeling but unable to stop him from coaxing your walls to make them fit.

This wasn’t happening, you told yourself. But there you were panting and whimpering, trying to decipher between what was pain and what was pleasure as his free hand rubbed against your clit.

Through a strained breath you managed to get out the word “please” only to be met with a harsh slap against your clit that had you repeating the word over and over again. You weren’t sure if he was understanding you or whether he was doing this out of his own sick amusement.

In this angle you managed to squeeze your legs together, pushing his hand away in some feeble attempt to get your message across. But Aegon clearly wasn't done, flipping you over in your restraints until you were lying on your front unable to move your legs from the position he placed them in. At first you didn’t know what he was doing, dazed slightly when his fingers popped out of your cunt.

“Pleas-ah. Stop, please. Please”

But then you felt it, his hand harsh against your ass cheek, making you yelp out in pain. The second one stung more than the first, the cool rings on his fingers leaving a harsh sting in their wake. He repeated himself a few times, until you felt you could feel the rawness of your ass when his hand hovered above it.

“Your ass looks so pretty marked up like this.”

Without warning his fingers thrusted back into your walls, making you tense up at first only to relax into it, glad for the pain to be over. You even fought back a sigh when his fingers curled inside of you, making you leak out onto your thighs.

“Look how soaked you are.” His breath tickled against your cunt as he pulled his fingers out, only to slam them back in. “Dripping on my fingers like some sort of slut.”

Embarrassment washed over you, not sure if the reason your body was shaking was due to the sobs or the tingle running from your core. All you could do was struggle through gritted teeth as you held back your moans.

“Relax,” he tired to sooth you, his free hand gliding over your ass.

It was anything but soothing as his touch had you flinching away from him, the skin too delicate there to handle another lashing.

Fortunately, we were too focused on the other hand situated between your quivering legs, bringing you so close to a sensation you had only felt with yourself before.

When you felt his hand retreat from your ass, lifting into the air, you could only think of the worst and before you knew it you blurted out, “Be nice.”

“What was that?” His tone was humourless, taunting as he brought his hand gently back down on your behind.

“Please, just be nice,” you repeated.

“All you had to do was ask, angel.” He chuckled, hovering his body over yours until his lips were resting against the shell of your ear.

His fingers still continued to toy with you, suddenly picking up a pace that was nothing compared to before. You could feel the way your walls were sucking him in, clenching around his two thick fingers greedily.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?”

All you could do was give him a faint hum in agreement, feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head at the intensity you were feeling.

“That’s my good girl.”

The wail you let out was shameful, and you were lucky there was no one around to hear you or even see you as you bucked your hips as much as you could onto him. Coming down from your orgasm was even worse, whimpering with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Too eager to crawl into Aegon's arms once he released you, pretending as if he wasn’t the one that had just caused you so much pain.

“You were so good at my game,” he pecked your wet lips, hushing your trembling frame with a gentleness that hadn’t been there a second ago. “You’ve been such a good girl for me.”

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