I Should Not Be This Soaked When My Beloved Can-Can Just Died

I should not be this soaked when my beloved Can-Can just died

"Syz Riña" - Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

A/N: i'm going to hell for writing this, you're going to hell for reading it, let's have fun twerking on satan's lap ig 🥰

Summary: Aemond takes what he is owed.

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: DUBCON, canon-typical incest, profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, P IN V SEX, spit kink, breeding kink, fingering

Word Count: 2,343

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When you land at Storm’s End, dismounting from Cannibal, you know you should turn right back around the moment you see Vhagar. Jace volunteered the two of you to go as your mother’s emissaries, and you don’t wish to disappoint either your twin or your mother. And so, you steel yourself and announce your arrival to the guards, knowing your uncle, the man whose eye you stole all those years ago, is waiting just inside.

As you walk, you reminisce about the last time you saw Aemond, only a week or so past.

-

As the pig is brought to the table, you stifle a laugh. It is a knee-jerk reaction, reminding you of the idiocy of your youth. Aemond, of course, does not see it that way, leveling you with an icy glare. You bite your lip, still holding back a giggle at how ridiculous you all had made the pig look, the Pink Dread as Aegon had so ingeniously dubbed it. You are not laughing at Aemond necessarily, but unfortunately, that is the way he takes it.

“Final tribute,” Aemond stands suddenly, staring at you, “To the health of my niece. Beautiful, wise. Hm,” you feel your skin flush as his eyes rake over you, blood going cold as he finishes, “Strong.”

“What the fuck did he just say,” Jace scowls as Alicent hisses her son’s name.

“Come, let us drain our cups to this beautiful, strong girl,” Aemond smirks again and tips his glass to you, Aegon laughing and raising his glass as well.

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace growls, rounding on his uncle, intent on defending your honor, you, his beloved twin and betrothed.

“Why?” Aemond feigns innocence, “‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think your sister strong?”

Jace punches Aemond in the face, prompting you to jump to his aid, only to be slammed into the table by Aegon.

“I quite like you at this angle, Niece,” he grins into your ear, rolling his hips against yours.

Aemond is able to make quick work of Jace, shoving him to the ground. Jace looks over to you, seeing you being harassed by your other uncle. Fire is in his eyes as he stands again, ready to fight. He is pushed back by your stepfather. He points a warning finger at the both of you as Rhaenyra sends you off to bed.

Aemond feels burning flames of anger licking his stomach as he watches Jace wrap you in some furs and hold you tightly. You are shivering. It should be him. And it will be. This betrothal will not be an issue much longer.

He follows the two of you out and waits for you to separate from your twin to head to your own quarters for the night before approaching you, silent and dangerous. An apex predator, going in for the kill. Before you can even touch your doorknob, she’s shoving you up against the door, his chest pressed against your back.

“I will take what I am owed, niece,” his voice is quiet, cold, and calculating as he whispers in your ear, “And you will give it to me.”

He turns to leave, gone as fast as he came. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Your heart beats wildly against the wall of your chest. What you owe him…? The incident was years past. And you never meant to blind him. You were children, for fuck’s sake, so what does he mean?

-

“Princess Y/N Velaryon. Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

The thunder roars at Storm’s End as your arrival is announced to Lord Borros Baratheon. When Jace suggested that the two of you deliver your mother’s ravens, you had a feeling something like this could happen. When you saw Vhagar, you should have turned and run all the way home. But you did not. And so now?

You attempt to sound as dignified and mature as possible, curtsying and handing the scroll to the older man, “Lord Borros. I brought you a message from my mother, the Queen.”

Borros sighs and calls for the maester to read the message to him.

Aemond steps forward from the shadows. You feel him before you see him, his eyes on you, as they always seem to be. Your eyes travel to where your uncle stands, his blue eye glaring at your no doubt drenched and shivering form.

“King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact,” Lord Borros turns to you, eyes scrupulous and calculating, “If I do as your mother bids, which of my sons will you wed, girl?”

“My lord,” you pause, truly apologetic as you speak, “I am not free to marry. I am already betrothed to my brother.”

“So you come with empty hands,” Lord Borros mocks, before sighing and fixing you with an uncharacteristically gentle look, no doubt feeling sorry for you, “Go home, child. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm’s End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes.”

You feel a sharp sense of disappointment. You’ve failed your mother and now you will have to bring her news of your failure.

“I shall take your answer to the Queen, my lord,” you reply, curtsying.

As you turn to leave, your uncle’s voice rings out, “Wait! My Lady Strong.”

You stop in your tracks, frozen, turning slowly to meet his gaze. You choose to ignore the jibe at your parentage and wait for him to speak.

“Did you really think that you can just fly above the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?” Aemond questions, his face stern and intimidating, “In truth, I’m surprised you’d go against your rightful king, considering your pathetic attempts to get his attention as a child,” he takes a step closer, “You followed him around like a lost puppy, didn’t you? Is that all you are? A little puppy following commands?” Aemond chuckles, “How pathetic.”

You wince at his harsh words, knowing them to be true. Growing up, you always admired your Uncle Aegon. You sought his approval in everything you did, and as such, it often involved tormenting poor Aemond.

-

“Behold, the Pink Dread!” you lead the pig toward Aemond, giggling.

Aemond’s smile turns sour. He turns to his brother and nephew, both laughing hysterically before storming away, looking almost as though he’s about to burst into tears. A wave of guilt washes over you as you watch him leave.

“Should we say sorry?” you ask innocently.

Aegon scoffs, “Niece, if you even try saying sorry, I’ll make sure that you never get to train with us again,” he ruffles your hair, “You did well. You can come to the pit with us tomorrow.”

You all but jump for joy at Aegon’s approval, forgetting Aegon, and thereby, your guilt.

-

You swallow and find the courage to speak, “I will not fight you, Uncle. I came as a messenger, not a warrior.”

“A fight would be little challenge,” he muses, staring at you, “No,” Aemond speaks, removing his eyepatch to reveal the sapphire that had replaced what you had stolen from him so long ago, “I want you to put out your eye as payment for mine. One would serve.”

Aemond tosses a dagger at your feet, making you take another step back, stumbling slightly. The court begins whispering at the fear evident in your eyes at your uncle’s words, your entire form trembling.

“I would not blind you,” whatever comfort these words bring you is taken away by the next, “I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.”

All is silent for a moment before your voice rings out across the hall, clear and with a strength that you did not quite realize you had, “No.”

Aemond glares, “Then you are craven as well as a traitor,” he smirks, letting out a malicious laugh, “No matter,” you see his gaze harden slightly, “You can give me your cunt instead.”

Your eyes widen as you stumble backwards, held up by a lord who you assume pities you.

Aemond lunges for the dagger he’d thrown at you, roaring, “Give me your cunt or I will take it!”

You reach for your own dagger, holding it out in front of you defensively with shaking hands as Aemond smirks at you, twirling his dagger between his fingers. Ready to take what he wants.

Lord Borros snaps, “Not in my hall,” he turns to his advisors, “The girl came as an envoy. I’ll not have bloodshed beneath my roof,” he turns now to the knight who had aided you to your feet, “Take Princess Y/N back to her dragon.”

You’re led back to your dragon, glancing back over your shoulder at Aemond’s seething form. Somehow, you have a feeling that this is not going to work out in your favor. You remember the last time you saw Aemond as you climb atop Cannibal, your beloved mount. You run your hand along his scales, the warmth of them a welcome solace from the cold rain overhead. You take to the skies, whispering to him to take you home as quickly as possible. Back to the safety of your mother’s arms and Jace’s.

But fate has something else in store for you. From the corner of your eye, you see Vhagar’s massive shadow advancing on you. You’re not sure what’s more terrifying. The mighty dragon herself or its rider. The storm rages on as Aemond continues his pursuit of you. You maneuver through the sky as quickly as you can, and it’s as though Cannibal senses your fear, because his movements grow more erratic.

“Dohaeres, Cannibal,” you whisper frantically, “Soves! Please!”

“Riña,” Aemond’s voice taunts from somewhere behind you, “Come out wherever you are. You owe me a debt.”

You pray that you and Cannibal remain hidden from your uncle and Vhagar by the clouds you are about to pass through. Then, as if out of nowhere, Vhagar appears, flying just in front of you, Aemond seated atop her, looking like the Warrior himself.

You feel Cannibal bristle beneath you and know he’s planning on using his flame to defend himself. You scream, begging him not to. While Cannibal is massive in his own right, Vhagar? She is gargantuan. But Cannibal does not heed your warning, blowing fire into Vhagar’s face.

Everything happens so fast. Vhagar lets out a horrifying roar, making you stare at her, and her rider, in fear.

Your eyes widen in fear as Vhagar’s giant jaw clamps on Cannibal’s neck, “No, Cannibal!”

As your dragon begins to fall from the sky, you are lifted onto Vhagar. You find yourself chest to chest with the man you fear most. 

Aemond stares at you impassively, “You are mine,” he speaks, his voice low and terrifying, “You have been mine since the day we met. You took my eye,” his hands move to rest at the bodice of your dress, “I will take your body.”

“No,” you cry, attempting to squirm away from him, terrified by him and by the fact that any movement could send you careening down to your death, “I’m supposed to marry Jace! Uncle, please let me go!”

This seems to displease Aemond; he grips you by the throat, squeezing just tightly enough to make you gasp, “Speak his name again,” he murmurs in your ear, “And I will gouge out his eyes and give them to you as a wedding present.”

You begin to sob openly, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as you wail at the thought of your beloved older brother being hurt. Aemond leans forward to lick your cheek, lapping up the saltwater that flows from your eyes.

“Just kill me,” you cry, cringing, “Blind me, Uncle, I’m sorry! I never meant for that to happen!”

“Apology not accepted, niece,” he hisses, grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you to look at him through teary eyes, “We will be wed tonight. I will have you. I will take what is mine.”

He grabs your skirts and bunches them up at your hips, his eye ravenous as he takes in the sight of your bare legs, almost as though he’s a dragon himself, going in for the kill. He moves his hand up your thigh, his eye never once leaving yours. You squeeze your own eyes shut, unable to look at Aemond, unsure of just what it is he plans to do.

Aemond’s long fingers move with grace up to your cunt, making you gasp as he strokes at it lightly. He smirks at the shiver that goes through your body at his touch, noticing everything you do. Every breathy little gasp. Every whimper. Then, he pushes two fingers inside you, making you let out a yelp. You’re no stranger to pleasuring yourself. You’re quite sure no girl your age is. But his fingers feel entirely different. They’re long and fill you up in the most pleasurable of ways.

Aemond laughs darkly as you squeeze around his fingers, “You little whore. Your cunt is soaking my fingers. I thought I’d have to prepare you, but you seem quite ready for my cock.”

You feel your blood rise to your face as he continues working his fingers inside you, curving them, pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. Aemond watches as your body writhes against his touch, as you struggle to maintain some composure as you come undone at the hands of the man you’re meant to hate.

“That’s right,” he hisses, his thumb rubbing against your clit, making you let out a sharp gasp at the sensation, “You’re such a greedy, wanton little thing. Look at you. You’re supposed to hate me, aren’t you? Now look at you. You came here to rally support for your mother. Now? I’m about to fuck you.”

He speeds up his movements, making you let out a cry of his name, “Aemond, don’t, it… I…”

“You, you,” he mocks, not relenting, speeding up even more, “Spill yourself on my fingers, you little whore. Scream my name.”

Aemond pinches your clit slightly, making you finally let out a scream of his name as you reach your peak, throwing your head back as he pulls his fingers out of you. He presses them to your lips.

“Lick my fingers clean.”

You stare at him, surprised, but seeing the intense look in his eye, you part your lips. He pushes his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You close your eyes, only to hear him growl against your ear.

“Eyes on me.”

Aemond stares you down as your tongue moves against the skin of his fingers. You feel entirely humiliated and yet, you can’t keep your eyes off of him. After he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he grips your jaw.

“Open your mouth,” you do so and are quite surprised when he spits into your mouth, “Swallow.”

You’re silent for a moment, completely shocked, when he repeats himself, a little more aggressively. He grabs your hair, pulling you up to him.

“I said to swallow.”

You again do as he says, staring back at him, wondering what he’s planning on doing next, “Are you going to kill me?”

He doesn’t speak, rather he merely rips the bodice of your dress open, leaving you in your flimsy shift, which quickly gets soaked by the relentless downpour of rain. He watches with delight as it clings to your form, the outline of your breasts quite evident through the thin fabric. He takes your dress and tosses it. You watch it fly away, thinking to yourself that if he wished… That could be you.

When you turn back, Aemond’s breeches are undone and he has his rather lengthy cock in his hand, the tip already weeping with pre cum. He leans down over you, lining his hips up against yours before pushing into you. The intrusion is not altogether unpleasant, and you find yourself raising your hips, wanting him to move even deeper.

“Such a nasty, wanton little harlot you are. Drunk on my cock,” he chuckles, grabbing your hands to pin above your head, “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

He pulls back before slamming his cock back into you, making you let out what you’re sure is a pathetic mewl of his name. Your noises spur him on as he begins bucking his hips against yours, his cock railing into you over and over again, without mercy or hesitation. With one hand he holds your wrist, while the other snakes under the fabric of your shift to squeeze your breast so hard that it has him moaning at the feeling. He mouths at your other peak over the fabric of your shift, biting down slightly on your nipple, making you whimper and turn your head away as he continues.

Aemond continues slamming his hips against yours, reveling in every moan, every breathy gasp, every cry of his name you let out, the rain soaking the both of you as he finally takes what he believes he is owed.

“Your family won’t want you back after this,” he hisses in your ear, his movements stuttering slightly as your walls tighten around his cock, nearing your peak, “I’m going to fuck my heir into you right now. I’m going to spill my seed in your cunt every night. You’re going to be mine in every sense of the word. Wanted you so long. Loved you so long. You’re mine now. All mine.”

“Yours,” you manage to agree, feeling as though your body is on fire, and only Aemond can quench it, “I’m close…”

“Soak my cock, syz riña,” Aemond hisses at the feel of you tightening around him, hardly able to so much as move, “Come on.”

Your peak hits you more intensely than ever before, white hot pleasure blinding you as you feel almost as though you’ve died and ascended to the Seven Heavens. Aemond continues fucking you through it, spilling his seed deep inside you, staking his claim over you once and for all.

He stays there for a moment, just staring down at you, “We’ll be married tonight. You’re mine now.”

His words while he was inside of you ring like a bell in your head, “Loved you so long.”

He can’t have been serious… Could he?

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MCU Eternals Romantic!Ikaris X Reader & Platonic!Druig X Reader AU Idea (AKA my ADHD/Neurodivergent brain is whipping my butt)

Ok so, I'm just going to spare y'all the misery and brain spiral I put both @valeskafics & @its-actually-minicika through, and give the most recent one. This is a really long post as it will go into a lot of detail about the character's personality and her interactions with other characters. Please read through it, and if you hate the idea. Don't be a jerk! Just move on, and ignore this post! But if this is something that you think would be interesting to read: like it and/or let me know in the comments, or send it to a friend you think will find this idea interesting!

So it goes without saying that the MCU Eternals' fandom has unanimously agreed that Druig is best boi/edgelord, and I have no disagreements with that. Hell I basically live on Tumblr's 'druig x reader' tag. BUT I too thirst after Ikaris (AKA Not-Mother's-Favorite)...look, it's Richard Madden, I'm only human.

If you are one of the maybe 10 followers I have, you will know that I am already writing 2 other fics (a Robb Stark x Yi Tish!OC, and an Ikaris X Water Elemental!Reader). But if you read this post's title...you will see that my ADHD brain refuses to listen to reason...and since starting to write fanfiction...it has only gone into overdrive. You will also know that I love drawing inspiration from mythology...and dragons but that's another discussion.

BACK TO THE POINT! So I have seen a lot of Nature Eternal!Reader x Druig fics, and I love all of them. But I read @spacetalbot's Druig x Reader x Ikaris fic where the reader is basically Persephone, AND @winterlves's Ikaris x reader fic where the reader is Thor and Loki's sister who controls nature. Needless to say...I became obsessed.

Basically, I wanted to explore the idea of an Eternal!Reader whose powers are like Persephone (Chlorokinesis, Geokinesis, Fertility Manipulation, etc.). And while Druig is like Hades, he serves more as this reader's overprotective older brother/guardian. Instead, her main love interest in this idea will be Ikaris.

Druig and Hades actually share a good amount of similarities to each other. Both are mostly disliked/not popular amongst the Pantheon/Eternals and humanity, both are secluded to their own domain/community, both are much more somber compared to their family members, and the list can go on. But the reason I wanted to use Ikaris as the main love interest is mostly to due with his attitude towards humanity and how he interacts with them. While life goes on for everyone else, it just sort of "stops" for him. He doesn't really make any effort to connect with them outside of being with Sersi, and when he leaves her, we don't see any further attempts. And this is where Persephone!Eternal kind of comes in.

Now, unlike my other Oc's/Reader fics, I actively plan on writing this reader to show neurotypical symptoms. For example, she will show signs of having trouble emotionally connecting/socially interacting with others. Her mind will wander in meetings and need a nudge to focus back. She might unintentionally put off someone by how she phrases her question/response. She will prefer to study the differing flora and fauna in the places they visit than interact with people. While she does hold some love and affection towards them, she knows that it's not her the humans love, but rather what she can provide for them. This last part is kind of what lays the foundation to Ikaris' and the Reader's connection.

One scene I intend to write that really shows how Persephone!Eternal's mind works is how she interacts with Phastos when he describes the steam engine to Ajak. Personally, I headcanon that Druig likes to be around when Phastos is inventing something, but more just to be his annoying little brother. Persephone!Reader is not at all tech-savvy, but it's how Phastos' thinks of his ideas that fascinates her. What materials would be needed to build it? Does the materials need to be first sourced by humans? Is the conversion of high pressure to low pressure like when an area with a lot of water flowing into an area with low amount of water? If I decide to write Ikaris seeing this, it will make him notice how Persephone!Reader's mind definitely works differently than his. As normally, he wouldn't question Phastos, just accept it and move on. But he would notice how you are the only one to really connect with him by how you don't outwardly mock him like Kingo or Sprite, and by being the only Eternal to act genuinely interested despite not technologically inclined.

Another scene would be how Persephone!Reader was supposed to be attending a feast for the harvest, and so Ajak sends Ikaris to look for her. He finds her in a secluded area of a forest, and with a cow and her calf. He is confused and so Reader explains that she noticed that the cow had been eating much more lately and been much more tired and unable to work. She overheard the humans wanting to kill it, but then she noticed that the cow was in fact pregnant. So while the feast was busy, she snuck away and made an area so that the cow could safely give birth in peace. Ikaris would notice that Persephone!Reader is smiling and much more at peace alone, than in a crowded area with tons of laughter and noise. You are worried that Ajak will find out and make you not see the animals anymore, but Ikaris promises you that he will keep your secret, and that he will just tell her that you weren't feeling well. This furthers your connection.

Another one is where there had been a big dispute amongst the humans, and some people are severely hurt. Druig and Ikaris get into a fight about it since it was under Ikaris' order that Druig not engage. Ikaris is impassive and stern and Druig calls him a coward. Persephone!Reader is seeing the fight and asks Ikaris why he wouldn't let Druig stop it, if he can do it, why not let him? Ikaris retorts stating that it isn't their place to settle their disputes, to which Reader states that he should care about the humans, and not be so cruel. Ikaris gets angry and tells reader that it is not his job to justify his reasonings to Druig or anyone else, much less her. So he storms away. A few hours pass, and Ikaris hasn't been seen by anyone, not even Ajak or Sersi. Reader finds him in a hidden area and notices that his face is very tired looking. Reader realizes that she has made a big misjudgement on her part in saying that Ikaris doesn't care, and is very careful in saying she is sorry. Ikaris is still upset and tells her to go away. But Reader just stands there and doesn't move, refusing to leave him alone. She eventually gives him a hug stating that she was wrong and she was sorry, and that she should have known better. This comforts him a lot as he allows the hug. Reader also makes him a wreath of flowers of her appreciation of him as her leader, but mostly as her friend.

I got a ton of scenes planned, so like and/or comment of what you think!

If you are still waiting for my Robb Stark x OC fic! The 3rd chapter will be out soon!

Edit: I reblogged this post to add on some headcanons of an additional Eternal!Reader who is Hecate. Check out the reboot part in Notes to see it!

Me: dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit

Also me: and then he dies in Jon’s place so that the world wouldn’t lose Jon

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Also they lived a past life together and Dami remembers their love, and Jon doesn’t until Dami’s death so now he has to live with constant memories of a happiness no longer his and forever what-if’s

Prophet!Damian who knows how Hero!Jon is destined to die, and tries to stop it