Okay Thats It, Imma Write It Even Though I Havent Written Fanfic Since 2020. I Kinda Want To Make It

Okay that’s it, imma write it even though I haven’t written fanfic since 2020. I kinda want to make it so the reader isn’t even the one who took his eye to add that extra angst, y’know? I’m just trying to decide how dark I want to make it

Yassssssss, make it as dark as possible!!! I wanna be disgusted and horrified, I need that sweet sweet angst. Make sure to tag me whenever you post it!!!!

Debt to be paid. I am sick for wanting them togetehr. They should just fuck 😓

I'm sure that would solve all their problems lmao😂😂😂 They have the tension *insert chef's kiss hand here*

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers 🎶✨

Christ, just 5? There's like 12 songs that are stuck in my head every single day. God uhhhhh,,,guess I'll just list the ones I've been listening to repeatedly this week

Through the Flames by Lacuna Coil (just that whole Black Anima album really)

Custer by Slipknot

Sleepwalking Past Hope by HIM

The Loch Ness Monster by Pow Pow Family Band

Dead Butterflies (Abbey Road Version) by Architects

Jesus. The songs I listen to change every day lmao but those are the ones this week I guess

Sucking off Colin Ritman while he’s working on his new game….that’s it….that’s my scenario request 😋

hell yeah, sure thang. sorry it's so short, but hope you enjoy nonetheless

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (m!receiving)

914 Words🤙🏻

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You could hear Colin groaning in frustration from the sitting room. He had been trying to work on his new game all day and was starting to feel stuck. You felt for him, you really did. You didn’t know the tediousness and intricacies of making a game, nor did you want to.

Seeing how tired your boyfriend was all the time did not make you envious of his position. You just wished you could help him. Somehow. To relieve at least a little bit of his stress…

Then an idea sparked in your head on how to do exactly that.

You gently knocked and entered Colin’s home office, wearing a sympathetic smile on your face. “Not going so well?” 

“This goddamn code doesn’t wanna work for me today.” He huffed, tightening his fists in order to keep himself from smashing his keyboard.

You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling.” You rubbed up and down his upper arms, lightly kissing his neck and adding pressure little by little till he sighed. “Maybe you should take a break for a bit? Clear your head?”

“My head’s never clear, I’m afraid. I just gotta carry on, it’ll never get done if I keep taking breaks.”

You frowned slightly, a wrench thrown in your plans. You’d just have to improvise. “Okay then, keep working.” You lowered to your knees, Colin watching you crawl underneath his desk with a confused but amused expression.

“And where are you going then?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.” Your voice echoed from under the desk, situating yourself in between Colin’s legs and rubbing your hands along his thighs. You smirked when you heard him make a surprised noise when you started palming him through his trousers.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing, love?” He asked darkly, his lowered voice sending a shiver down your spine and made your clit pulse with arousal.

“Don’t mind me, just keep working. Don’t let me distract you.” You stifled a giggle, undoing the zipper and button on his pants, slowly taking his cock out.

Colin let out a shaky exhale as you lightly fisted his cock, grinning proudly at yourself for your ability to make him hard instantly. “I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate when you’re doing that. Oh-!” He yelped as you took the tip of him into your mouth, letting your saliva drip down his dick and using it to pump the rest of him slowly. He slowly lolled his head back up towards the ceiling, letting out a throaty groan as you took all of him as much as you could, the tip hitting the back of your mouth briefly.

“Continue working…” You smirked from underneath his desk, continuing to bob your head up and down his length as you heard him continue to tap on his keyboard with heavy panting breaths.

Colin tried his best to work on that stupid game, but you were making him feel so good he could barely register what he was doing. He definitely was not making progress on the game. He tried to shake his head to get himself to focus, managing to code for twenty seconds at the very least before you started massaging his balls. “Fuck…” He stuttered, his toes curling and clenching his fists, moaning as he grabbed the back of your head to encourage you to move faster.

“Done with the game?” You teased with a giggle, gasping as Colin forced you out from under his desk, making you kneel before him where you were visible, finally seeing his flustered face. 

“Fuck that game. It can wait.” He huffed, pushing your head back down to his aching cock and groaning loudly as you continued to suck him off faster. “Goddamn, you know exactly what I need all the time, don’t you, darling?”

“I try.” You smiled up at him, keeping eye contact with him with tears in your eyes from gagging on his dick, the sight making Colin’s cock twitch in your mouth. “Close, baby?” You teased.

“Yes…” He panted, his eyebrows knitting together as he bucked up into your mouth.

“Come for me, darling.” You spoke breathlessly, moaning around his cock and eagerly awaiting for his climax, unable to stop yourself as you started to touch yourself while you pleasured him.

“Oh, fuck-!” He groaned, his release painting your tongue and hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off of him to show you his cum on your tongue, smiling as you swallowed every last drop. Colin bit his lip at the sight, looking down on you with a blissed out expression.

“Satisfied?” You grinned, standing up and hovering over his slouched figure in his chair, kissing him softly.

“Even more so.” He whispered, grabbing your hips to pull you in between his legs. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know?”

You nodded. “I know, but I wanted to. You deserve a bit of stress relief, especially from this job.”

Colin pinched your side, eliciting a squeal from you. “Well, now I want to return the favour.” He smirked.

“You don't have to.”

“I know, but I want to. Now go to the bedroom while I finish up here.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that an order, Mr. Ritman?”

You moaned as he smacked your ass, his expression turning very serious. “It is. Go now. Or else I won’t be so kind tonight.”

“Promise?”

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mm, to be able to suck this man's cock🥵

hi ! sorry to bother you , but do you mind doing a trick smut ? ( the owen teague character from black mirror ) it could be anything but yk just some sweet stuff , him being a dork and teasing the reader . and if you want just a little bit of drugs involved

Aw, no bother at all, lovely. Yes, of course! I've never gotten an Owen Teague request before so this got me excited lol

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), breaking and entering, drug use (coke, specially), oral (f!receiving), fluff, and I'm probably supposed to say don't do drugs so...Don't Do Drugs™ Just Say No™

2.4K Words🤙🏻

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You bit the dead skin off your fingers as you watched Trick climb over the fence of some abandoned water park, claiming that it had been that way for years and no one was guarding it anymore. He kept telling you that it was safe to explore, but you still felt your heart threaten to beat out of your chest as he encouraged you to follow after him.

“Come on, Y/n, no alarms have gone off yet!” He called out beyond the fence with a tired grin.

You looked back and forth between him and the bright yellow no trespassing sign, groaning as you finally made up your mind. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m saying you forced me.” You started climbing the chain link fence as Trick giggled maniacally.

“That is technically what I’m doing, yes.” You playfully punched his shoulder with a huff as you made it over the fence. “Chill out, babydoll, it’ll be fun. Live a little.” He took you by your hand and ran off, leading you deeper into the park.

Despite being in constant anxiety that the cops would suddenly show up and arrest the two of you, Trick actually got you to have some fun.

“Woah, this pool is just filled with rain water.” Trick called out, beckoning you over to where he was. “Should we?”

“Uh, no thanks. It’s freezing and I’d rather not be soaking wet.” Trick only smirked mischievously at you. “No.” You scolded, but his smirk grew wider as he turned to you. “Ryan, no! Ah-!” He moved so fast there was nothing you could do. He grabbed you by the hips and pushed you as hard as he could into the pool, freezing water enveloping you whole. “Dick!” You gasped as soon as you resurfaced, only to get the water splashed back into your face as he jumped in after you.

“Woo! That just wakes you up, doesn’t it!” He laughed.

“Jerk.” You splashed him as you pouted, goosebumps raising all over your skin. Trick swam closer to you, pulling at your waist. “No, nope.” You tried swimming away but he already caught you, pulling you to him and wrapping your legs around his torso.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He teased, lightly kissing your nose. “Wow, you’re so cold.”

You scowled. “Oh really? I wonder why that is.” Trick smiled as he grabbed your face, pulling you close and passionately kissing you as you both floated in the water. You moaned as he grinded your hips on his, an aching arousal starting to develop and you could feel his smirk as he noticed. “This doesn't mean you’re forgiven for pushing me in here, jerk.”

“I’m sure I could remedy that, dolly. Want me to prove it to you? It’ll warm you up too.” You gasped quietly as one of his long fingers ghosted over your pussy, mentally cursing your clothes that clung to you.

“If it gets me out of this disgustingly cold pool, then yes.”

You and Trick couldn’t leave the park quicker, desperate for each other and desperate to get your soaking clothes off. It was hard enough to climb over the fence in the first place, it was even harder now that you weighed even more with all the water drenching your clothing.

Trick opened the back of the van and quickly ushered you in, pouncing on you as soon as he closed and locked the doors. “Ugh, god, I understand your annoyance now. So much harder to get these damn clothes off.” He chuckled as he tried peeling his shirt off with great difficulty, the collar getting caught on his head.

“And you have no one but yourself to blame.” You threw your own shirt at him, hitting him right in the face.

He pulled the wet shirt off with a faux offended expression. “How dare you!” He gasped dramatically.

“Me? How dare you!” You yelled back, pushing him on his back and straddling him, making sure to grind your hips down on his hardening cock as you kissed him, hearing him groan and feeling the vibrations tickling your mouth.

“Wait!” He pulled away with a smile. “You know what we should do?”

“Oh god, what?” You said in frustration.

“Drugs.” He lifted his eyebrows playfully before he crawled to the front of the van and came back with a little baggie full of white powder.

“Seriously?” You snickered.

“I’m super serious. You wanna try it? You don’t have to though, obviously. But I will see you as a scaredy cat.” He teased, but you knew he was only joking around. You knew he’d never pressure you to do anything.

You bit your lip in thought. “Okay, fine. I’ll try!” 

You watched as Trick lined up a few lines of powder neatly on a book he had laying around in the van, his face in full concentration, using his pinky to wipe away any excess and licking it off. “You wanna go first or…?”

“You should probably go first.” You giggled nervously, watching him quickly snort up the powder with a rolled up dollar bill intriguingly. He groaned as he tilted his head back, sniffing a bit more before handing the bill to you. 

“First thing, make sure not to breathe out when you’re lined up, or else you’ll blow the powder everywhere. Just go for it really, hold one nostril closed and tilt your head back after so it doesn’t fall out if you didn’t get all of it.”

“What if I sneeze?”

“You won’t sneeze.”

“What if it hurts?”

“It doesn’t.”

“What if-”

“Babydoll!” He interrupted with a laugh. “You’ll be fine, I’m right here.” He reassured, gently rubbing your back as you bent your head down to inhale the drug.

You did as he instructed. You just went for it, inhaling the whole line. He was right, it didn’t hurt, it was just a bit uncomfortable. It tickled as it entered your nose, making you cringe. It smelled sweet, but it tasted bitter as it started to drip at the back of your throat. “Ugh…” You wriggled your nose as your eyes watered, causing Trick to chuckle. “Don’t laugh at me.” You whined. “I don’t feel any different.”

“And you won’t, not immediately,” He kissed you, “but you will. Lay down.”

You exhaled shakily as Trick hovered above you, trailing sloppy kisses down your body, squeezing your bra covered breasts as he made his journey down until he got to your jeans. You both laughed as he struggled to get them off along with your underwear, the water making the material like a second skin. “Fuck…” You moaned out as he buried his face in your cunt, lapping up all your wetness and pushing his tongue into your entrance.

“Best part of my fuckin’ day.” He moaned, licking and sucking your sensitive clit. “I’m sure you’re warming up now, right, babe?” He chuckled, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You moaned loudly, arching your back as he focused on your clit, your body buzzing with oversensitivity, but you couldn’t get enough of it. You could feel your heartbeat thrum in your chest, and you felt so restless. You wanted more, you needed more. You needed him inside you.

“Fuck me, Ryan.” You whined, rutting against his face as he kept going faster. “Please.” He finally stopped as he heard your begs. “I feel so hot all of a sudden.” You panted.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he removed his pants, settling in between your legs, but still waiting for your okay.

“Yes. I just need you.” You brought his face down to kiss you, tongues dancing with each other roughly before you pulled away with his bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Think you’re feeling it now.” He smiled, helping you remove your bra, your hardened nipples practically calling out to be touched. You hummed blissfully as he latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, trailing up to kiss you once more before finally bringing his cock to your pussy.

You sighed out as Trick rubbed his dick in between your slick folds, the head of his cock bumping against your throbbing clit before he finally sunk into your cunt, stretching you out deliciously. He moaned roughly as he felt your walls clench around him as he went deeper and deeper into you, slowly pulling out slightly before sinking in further. 

You took deep breaths to try and relax yourself so you could take him fully, his girth making you struggle. Trick brought his thumb down to lightly rub your clit, eliciting a moan from you as he was finally able to bottom out, filling you to the hilt. He grinded against you until you were ready for him to thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the ends of you, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, you’re so tight, babydoll. You still feel like a goddamn virgin, even after all this time.” Trick chuckled darkly, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly.

Trick’s pupils were blown wide as he looked down at where the two of you were conjoined, smirking at the sight of his cock glimmering with your arousal, leaving thin trails of stringy slick every time he pulled out and coating his pelvis and your inner thighs. “Shit, you’re so wet. Can you hear? Can you hear your pussy singing, baby?” He cooed, thrusting faster and deeper, the slapping of your damp skin against one another's reverberating around the inside of his messy van.

“Fuck, Ryan!” You cried out as his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again. “You feel so good.” You whimpered, lifting your head as you felt something tickle on your chest. “What-?”

Trick had poured a line of coke onto your tit, holding one nostril closed as he snorted up all the white powder from your skin, holding his head back and looking up towards the van ceiling as he moaned loudly, his thrusts slowing as he focused on sniffing all the contents down. He smiled widely at you, leaning down again to lick up all the residue on your breast and pulling a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until you felt the nipple go numb from the drug. “Feels so weird.” You giggled, pulling at your nipple and feeling barely anything.

“Here.” Trick moved for you to straddle his lap, dipping his car key into the little baggie of powder and offered it up to you. You mirrored his smile as you allowed him to put the key up to your nose, his pointer finger pinching your other nostril shut and watched intently as you sniffed up the drug with a groan.

You cringed at the tickly intrusion, the taste bitter as it dripped down your throat once more. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” You swallowed harshly, rubbing away the leftover powder that didn’t make it into your nose.  

Trick kissed your cheek with an amused smile. “Well, you never have to take it again then.”

“I didn’t say I never wanted to.” You smirked, slowly moving your hips against him, causing him to groan quietly, his pupils almost completely taking over his bright blue iris’. “You’re so pretty, you know?” You kissed him passionately, his slightly cold hands running up your back and causing goosebumps to raise all over your skin. “You fuck me so well.” You whispered in his ear, following that by biting his earlobe gently.

“Oh yeah?” He panted. “Compared to who?” He teased, knowing fully well he’s the only one you’ve ever slept with.

“No one.”

“Exactly, and that’s exactly how it’s gonna stay. Okay, babydoll?” He growled, flipping you over on your back, pinning your wrists above your head as he licked and bit the sensitive skin of your neck, forcing you to stay still as you couldn’t help but squirm. You opened your mouth as Trick brought up his fingers to your face, licking and sucking on them until he pulled them away and started to rub your clit in between your bodies. “I can feel how close you are. Can you come for me, dolly?” He panted, thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You cried out, clinging to him, your grip on his shoulders sure to leave bruises the next morning. “Oh god…” You moaned, your legs shaking as they tried to stay wrapped around his hips. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.” You almost hyperventilated, a strong and intense tidal wave of pleasure knocking the breath out of you, a strangled groan escaping your lips as you finally reached that peak. You were sure the drug had something to do with how strong it was, you could honestly say it was the best orgasm you had ever had. “Fuck…”

Trick throbbed and pulsed inside you, his moans getting louder and louder, signaling that he was close too. “Tell me you love me.” He moaned, his thrusts speeding up if that were even possible.

“I love you, Ryan…so, so much.” You repeated back to him, your eyes spilling over with your overstimulated tears.

“Say you’re never gonna leave me.”

“I’m never gonna leave you. Never ever.” You spasmed, another orgasm taking over your body out of nowhere, your words jumpstarting your nerves and allowing you one more. “Fuck, I love you!” You cried, your walls clenched down on him harshly, causing him to grunt loudly as he stilled inside you and letting out a breathless moan as he finally came, releasing and painting your inner walls with his cum.

Trick sighed heavily as he pulled out and laid beside you, grabbing you and pulling you close so that your head rested on his sweaty chest. “That was amazing…” He chuckled breathlessly. “We should fuck on coke more often.”

“And after being high on the adrenaline of breaking and entering, of course.”

“So you’re saying we can do this again?”

“No, no, no-”

“Too late, I’m already planning it in my head.”

“Are you even sure there’s anything in that pretty little head of yours after fucking me that hard?” You teased, eliciting an oversensitive gasp from him after running your fingers up his cock.

He scoffed with a smile. “You are evil. I could ask you the same thing.” He tried to reach for your pussy but you quickly stopped him, grabbing his hand and pushing it away. “You’re only proving my point.”

“Oh, do shut up.”

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baby boy trick, he deserved better☹

and like, I tried coke last month and it didn't even do anything? either I didn't take enough or it doesn't work on antidepressants. oh well. don't do drugs™

Apple Of His Eye - Aemond Targaryen

i know how much i'm gonna hate him later, so i'm getting this out of the way before that happens and start wanting to kill him. also, why isn't anyone making more smut for this handsome douchebag???

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), mentions of sexual assault, hurt/comfort, pining, oral (f!receiving), fluff

4.1K Words🤙🏻

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You knew how important this job was. You knew this was the only way to support your family.

At first, having the prince constantly compliment you and eye you up and down gave you great confidence in yourself. No man had ever had such an intense interest in you, so to have a prince have an interest felt amazing. But you quickly started to regret ever feeling special being treated this way.

You failed to realize how forceful and barbaric the young prince could be. You had heard the rumors of course, but he seemed so nice to you. But from behind closed doors, the prince subjected you to such painful actions. You so desperately wanted to tell someone, but you knew such slanderous accusations, true or not, would be asking to be beheaded for treason. So you stayed silent, discreetly taking the teas prescribed and trying your best to avoid the prince at all costs. Although, you couldn’t hide or refuse when he started to order you to his chambers.

Despite being well paid for your work, you started to feel like it wasn’t even worth it. How much longer could you take prince Aegon’s torture while maintaining your sanity? You wondered how much trouble you’d be in if Aegon ever started to get bored of you, or if you started to refuse him. Surely, a man like him, he’d paint himself in the best light and make you out to be the villain. You didn’t have any good options.

There came a point when you realized your dalliances with the prince were not as big of a secret as you previously thought. You knew his wife knew, she had walked in on you and him one night. It was so humiliating, but you still felt worse for her. She was so innocent, she didn’t deserve a husband like Aegon. And you knew the younger prince, Aemond, knew.

You were serving the family’s dinner one night. You felt sick to your stomach as Aegon smirked darkly at you as you set a plate down in front of him, but you just tried to avoid eye contact. As you went to pull away after setting down a plate in front of Aemond, he gently grabbed your forearm to keep you in place. You looked at him in shock for a brief moment before looking around the table to see if anyone was looking at the two of you, but everyone was preoccupied with their dinner.

You winced quietly as Aemond lifted up your sleeve, revealing a large bruise almost in the shape of a hand. You heard him let out a hum of disapproval, and for a moment you feared he would berate you, but all he did was let go of your arm and waved you off.

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, a soft knock on your door shocked you out of your nightly habits. You smiled as you opened the door to greet one of your fellow servant girls. “From the young Prince, miss.” She said, handed you a bowl of cold water with a rag hanging off the side, passing you a note along with it.

You set the bowl on your bedside and read the note. 

For your bruise - Aemond.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, setting down the note on your pillow as you situated the cold compress on your forearm, feeling the swelling of your bruise already go down slightly. You didn’t really know prince Aemond, he was a mystery to most, especially you. He was prone to violence, quiet but blunt, and not the nicest, his eyepatch making him even more intimidating. So why was he being nice to you? Perhaps he knew what his brother was and he took pity on you. Either way, you were grateful and made a mental note to thank him the next time you saw him.

The next morning at breakfast, you served prince Aemond with a note placed under his plate that simply said, thank you. You could see the side of his mouth tick up in a small small that no one would notice if they weren’t paying attention, but you were.

The joy you felt that morning quickly disappeared once prince Aegon called you to his chambers that night. You felt disgusting, only useful when the future king needed to get off. You hated everything. You felt the tears fall down your cheeks copiously as you limped back to your quarters slowly, trying to hold them in but failing miserably. Your vision was so blurry that you didn’t even notice a figure walking up to you until they called out your name. You blinked out your tears and silently gasped. “Prince Aemond.” You bowed, your face heating up in embarrassment.

Aemond placed his hand underneath your chin, gently lifting your face up to look at him. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked lowly, his face expressionless and unmoving as he awaited your answer. But you had no idea if you could speak the truth, would the young prince kill you on the spot if you slandered the older prince’s name? Seeing your hesitation, Aemond got his answer. He pulled his hand away, only to stand by your side with a hand on your shoulder. “Come.” 

You had no strength to refuse, following Aemond to his chambers with trembling hands.

Aemond sat you down in one of his chairs as soon as you entered his room, watching as he retrieved a bowl not too dissimilar from the one he sent to your room last night. Taking a seat right in front of you, he squeezed out excess water from a rag and went to bring it up to where you had a small cut on your face but you quickly flinched away. Aemond frowned, leaning back slightly before taking one of your shaking hands in his. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m not my brother.” Even though you didn’t really know him as a person, nothing told you that he was lying. The look in his eye said he was telling the truth.

You didn’t flinch this time as Aemond cleaned your wounds, keeping a steady and gentle hand and never hurt you, just like he promised. His hands soothed over every cut, scrape, and bruise, making sure to check in with you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. He was…sweet, much to your surprise. Despite his hands being rough and calloused from years of training and dragon riding, you liked the way they felt on your skin. They were precise in their care, sometimes lightly running over you in a way that would cause goosebumps to rise all over your body. 

You watched him with a curiosity that never ceased even when he stopped to look back at you. Your eyes trained on his hand that reached up to slowly wipe a fallen tear off your cheek, his thumb lingering there until he seemed to catch himself and quickly pulled away. “I…I don’t understand.” You whispered, adding, “my prince.”

“You don’t need to. Allow me to walk you back to your chambers.”

“Oh, you don’t have-”

“I insist.” He took your hand to help you out of the chair, gesturing towards his door and leading you down the long halls of the castle down to the servants’ quarters.

You looked back at the prince nervously, biting your lip before finally speaking. “Thank you, my prince.” You bowed, smiling weakly before entering your bedroom, releasing a shaky exhale as soon as you closed the door.

You didn’t know what the next couple days would be like, but you certainly weren’t expecting prince Aegon to be avoiding you. Typically, he would always seek you out in a crowd or subtly slap your ass when serving the family dinners or breakfasts. But now, if he even saw you he’d go out of his way to avoid you, like he was scared of you. The prince, possibly future king, was afraid of you? That couldn’t be right, you refused to believe so. But then you realized he wasn’t, he was afraid of someone else. His own brother.

It was a “blink and you’ll miss it” moment. You didn’t notice it at first, but you finally did one morning. You caught Aemond glaring at Aegon as you served him, as if he was mentally plunging daggers into the older sibling’s chest. Usually, Aegon would call you to his chambers every night, but he suddenly stopped after that night Aemond tended to your injuries. It didn’t take long to piece two and two together, but why? You were just a servant girl, nobody but someone to serve the Targaryens.

Aemond didn’t understand it either. He wasn’t one to be infatuated with someone, especially not someone as low as a servant. But you had caught his eye as soon as you started working for them. It had been a couple years after losing his eye, and everyone was frightful at the sight of him. People would look away in disgust or look down on him in pity. All the girls would be squeamish, so he started wearing the eyepatch. But not once did you ever look at him in pity or disgust, you were always nice to him. Even when you had seen him without his eyepatch one day, you smiled at him. A genuine smile. He never forgot the feeling in his stomach once he saw your smile, especially since it was directed at him. He knew he’d never be able to pursue an actual relationship with someone like you when he was in a family like his. So he settled for watching you from afar.

Then you caught the eye of his brother.

Aegon being Aegon, he always bragged about his conquests to Aemond, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible, but it was different once he started bragging about the things he’d do to you every night. Sometimes Aemond thought about slitting his throat, he’d get rid of his competition for the throne and you at once. But of course he couldn’t do that without getting himself killed as well. All this time, he thought whatever happened between you and Aegon was always consensual, but you coming from his chambers in tears that night immediately proved him wrong. He couldn’t just let his brother disrespect you any longer, not on his watch. So he threatened to push Aegon out of the very window that he used to jerk off on, making sure he never even thought about touching you ever again. Thus, the matter was settled.

You wanted to thank Aemond, but didn’t know how or if anything would be enough to express your gratitude. Though, the younger prince did have a few ideas. Soon you started to notice the prince’s presence wherever you went. Sometimes, you’d run into each other in the halls of the castle and he’d always use the excuse that he just wanted to go for a walk, then he’d try to strike up a conversation if you weren’t busy. Other times you’d be working in the Godswood and Aemond would sit nearby reading a book, pretending that he wasn’t staring at you every five seconds.

As the weeks went one, he started to invite you to watch him train or help him with his injuries if he ever managed to get one. It became normal for him to be around all the time, even standing around in the kitchens sometimes whenever you were helping prepare the meals, unknowingly distracting you constantly. But it was nice, and you weren’t surprised when you realized you had started to fall for him. You enjoyed his company, but your feelings also came with a bitter aftertaste. You knew he could never be with a servant, no matter how much authority he had as a prince. It saddened you.

But that never was going to stop Aemond from taking what he wanted.

It was the middle of the night when someone informed you that the prince wanted to see you in his chambers. Even if you didn’t want you, you would have no choice but to obey. But you wanted to, so badly, no matter how much it reminded you of all the times prince Aegon would call you to his room.

The door opened as soon as you knocked, prince Aemond’s face softly smiling down at you and ushering you in. “You wanted to see me, my prince?” You asked.

“Yes.” He let out an exhale, one might say it was nervous, but you couldn’t tell.

“Are you going to tell me why?” You giggled, but stopped once Aemond took a few steps closer to you with an intense look in his eyes, looking you up and down.

“I must admit, ever since you came to serve us all those years ago, I’ve had my eye on you. And I believe you know that, I’ve not been subtle I’m afraid.”

“It would be hard not to notice a prince staring at you every day, especially one as handsome as you.”

Aemond chuckled, closing the gap between you even more, rubbing a hand down your sleeve covered arm. “I was jealous of my brother, that he had you. But it angered me even more that he was hurting you. I couldn’t let him continue.”

You frowned, avoiding his eye trained on you. “I knew what you did for me. I apologize, I did not know how to thank you. But I am and will always be so grateful.”

He shook his head. “You have no need to apologize, my dear. I had only wished I knew sooner, but you’re okay now, with me. That’s all that matters.”

“With you?”

“I’ve always wanted you, even though it would be discouraged. I don’t care. Even just for one night, I want you. If you’d have me. I would not force you. Like I told you all those nights ago, I’m not like my brother.”

“And I believed you then, I still believe you now.” You whispered, placing a hand on his chest hesitantly; he seemed so much like a heavenly being, you were almost afraid you’d turn to gold if you touched him, but alas, you were still okay.

“Is that a yes?” Aemond placed his hand on top of yours with a small smile, you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his eye staring down at you intensely.

“Yes.” You breathed, your eyes almost drooping shut, lifting yourself up on your tiptoes as Aemond leaned down to connect your lips with his.

You moaned at the intensity of the kiss, so much time with pent up longing for each other pouring itself out in this kiss. Aemond cradled your cheek in his hand, while the other held onto your hip, pulling you to him as close as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snaking your fingers through his long white hair, hitting the back of his eyepatch. Noticing your roadblock, he reached back and undid his eyepatch, letting it fall to the floor.

You smiled up at him as you took in all his facial features, the scar running along the left side of his face making him even more handsome than you thought possible. You ran your hands down his torso, tugging at the ends of his shirt and helping him remove it. You admired his skin, your fingers tracing every part of it as he reached behind you to undo the laces on the back of your dress. He leaned down to kiss every new part of exposed skin as he slowly pulled your dress off your body. Your nipples hardened as Aemond gently ran his thumb over each one, licking his lips before leaning down to take one in his mouth.

You sighed out as Aemond suckled and gently nipped at the sensitive flesh, giving each one equal attention as you pulled at the roots of his hair. He leaned back up to continue kissing you passionately, slowly back you up until you hit the end of his bed. He kissed you until he made you sit down, instructing you to lie on your back as he stood in between your legs.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows to look down at Aemond curiously, only to find him getting on his knees and sloppily kissing up your inner thighs. “I bet my life my idiot brother never did this to you.” Before you could understand his meaning, you gasped as Aemond licked up your folds. He did that a few more times before he placed your thighs on his shoulders, pulling you to the very end of the bed so he could have a better angle, feeling his heavy breaths on your core could have driven you wild.

“Aemond-!” You whimpered as you felt his tongue explore you, his saliva mixing with your arousal and fixating on your clit, eliciting a moan from you. “Oh gods…” You had never felt such pleasure like this, it was otherworldly and you couldn’t believe it was your prince Aemond making you feel this way. You let out a squeak as he slowly pushed a finger into your cunt, then added another to make sure you were ready to accommodate him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your clit, your thighs clenched around his head and your hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life as you were at the mercy of your handsome prince. “Feels so good.” You stuttered, biting your lip to try and keep loud moans in.

“And you taste so good, like honeysuckle.” Aemond moaned, looking up at you with an intense gaze, keeping eye contact as he pleasured you. “Do you think you’re ready for me, my dear?” He asked with panting breaths, standing up and undoing his trousers, slowly rubbing himself as you opened your legs further for him.

“Please…” You whined, your cunt dripping and aching for him to be inside you. It was the most primal thing you’ve ever felt, this need to be filled. His touch was intoxicating, like the finest wine.

You scooched yourself back until you hit the headboard, Aemond crawling on top of you with a hunger in his eye. “If it ever gets to be too much, tell me and we can stop.” He assured, giving you a quick peck on the lips before reaching down to bring his cock to your core. You keened as he ran his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit for a few seconds before he finally lined himself up with your entrance. He looked you in the eyes to make sure you were okay before slowly sinking himself into you.

You held onto Aemond’s shoulders tightly, moaning breathily as his cock stretched you out, so big you were almost afraid he would break you in half. He let out a soft growl as he felt your warm walls clench around him tightly, slowly bottoming out and hitting the ends of you. You whimpered from the sting of the stretch, but it felt so right at the same time. “Fuck, my dear, you feel absoultely heavenly.” Aemond groaned, leaning down to connect his lips with yours as he gently grinded against you, waiting for you to relax enough for him to move.

Even the smallest movements had you panting and whining, you were so sensitive already. Aemond’s hands traveled all over you, mapping out your body and making note of every area that had you gasping in pleasure. You arched up against him as he licked up your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he started to nip and suck on your soft skin. “Are you ready for me to move, darling?” He whispered in your ear, and you nodded vigorously.

You cried out as he pulled out and thrusted back into you harshly, the sudden movement lighting a spark in your core and reverberated throughout your entire body. Aemond held onto your sides as he set a gentle pace, not too slow or fast. Each thrust, the tip of his cock hit that special spot inside you that brought tears to your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders where you were holding onto him. He grunted loudly as he felt the sting of his skin breaking, that pain only adding to the pleasure he already felt. “Feels so amazing, my prince.” You moaned, the world around you falling away until Aemond was the only thing you felt.

“Yeah? Has anyone else made you feel this good before, hm?”

“No, no one else. Only you.” You answered as best you could, the pleasure overriding your senses and making it hard to do anything else much less talk, your words coming out mumbled and incoherent. 

Aemond moaned loudly as he thrusted into you faster, sitting up on his knees and holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, watching your breasts bounce with every harsh rut into your soaked pussy. He smirked as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure unabashedly, unable to silence your moans, the room being filled with the sounds of your intimate union.

You felt so close to your release, Aemond hitting all the right places over and over again; and he could sense it too, your walls clenching around him rhythmically and your moans getting louder and drawn out. “Are you close, my dear? Are you going to come for your prince?” Aemond spoke huskily, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit with his thumb.

You let out a high pitched whine, nodding and repeatedly saying yes like a chant.

“Say my name.” He ordered, so close to his release as well.

“Aemond!” You moaned, tears pouring out of your eyes as you felt the quick build up of your orgasm, on the cusp, so close to the edge ready to tip over. “Oh gods, Aemond-!” You let out a strangled cry as a white hot burning intensity washed over you, traveling through your body and making your muscles clench. Your vision went black as you reached the peak of your climax, Aemond continuing to thrust into you as you rode out your earth shattering orgasm and he was right behind you. 

Aemond let out a guttural moan as he finally came, releasing his warm seed into you, thrusting into you even after your walls drained him. He stilled and you were finally able to catch your breath, your vision returning to normal and looking back up at Aemond. It was a beautiful sight, his hair was a mess, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body making him shine, and his blissed out expression with a small smile on his face.

Aemond pulled out and laid beside you, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair out of your face tenderly. “You’re so beautiful. This is one of the only moments where I wished I had both of my eyes so I could take you in properly.” He spoke softly, his words causing your face to heat up with a blush.

“You’re perfect just the way you are, my prince.”

“We are alone, you don’t have to address me like that.”

You smirked. “Of course…my prince.” Aemond let out a short laugh, shushing you as he pulled you closer to him, letting your head rest of his chest. “I think I should go…”

“No, no…” Aemond quickly whispered. “Stay.” He tightened his grip on you.

“But what if I get caught in here?”

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m the prince, remember? I could keep you in here for all eternity and nobody would be able to do anything.”

“That sounds boring.”

Aemond pushed you on your back, hovering over you with a smirk. “Well, I’m sure I could find ways to quell your boredom.” He teased, kissing you passionately until you pushed him away with a giggle, then trying not to frown as your thoughts ran rampant.

“I’m just a servant girl, Aemond.” You sighed, avoiding his eye in shame. “One day you’re going to marry another princess and you’ll forget all about me.”

“I don’t want a princess, I don’t give a shit about that. I only want you, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to get in our way. You believe me, don’t you?”

You smiled softly. “I do.”

Aemond mirrored your smile, opening his arms to you once more. “Good. Now let’s sleep. Tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to Vhagar.”

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i'd let this man so unspeakable things to me istg