I Normally Don't Entirely Enjoy Omegaverse Stuff But This...you May Have Just Converted Me. WHEW I AM
i normally don't entirely enjoy omegaverse stuff but this...you may have just converted me. WHEW I AM SWEATINGđ„”

semi-human nature {alpha!aemond targaryen x omega!reader x alpha!daemon targaryen}
{summary} a visit to king's landing goes awry when you go into your first heatâ unaware not only that you are an omega, but also that your uncle and stepfather are alphas.
{word count} 6.7k
{warnings} smut (a/b/o standards like heat, breeding, knotting, all that good stuff; kinda dubcon because the reader doesn't totally understand what's happening at first), incest and stepcest (the reader is rhaenyra's daughter making her daemon's stepdaughter and aemond's niece), virginity loss, kinda painful sex/pain kink near the end, threesome, oral m receiving, spitroast, discussions of pregnancy, infidelity (daemon is married to rhaenyra), basically no plot just filthiness



Your visits to King's Landing were far too rare for your tastes. You didn't mind that Dragonstone was your home, it was beautiful there and you and your brothers found plenty to do and seeâ but you missed the old castle at times, missed the adventure and mystery there. Most of all, you missed your extended family. Though, really, you only missed some very specific members of it.
Firstly, you missed your Aunt Helaena, because she'd always been kind to you and taught you some things when you were a girlâ like how to braid hair and how to play her flute (but you were never very good at either). Secondly, and much more, you missed your Uncle Aemond. As cunning and cold as he could be to others, he tended to be sweet with you, as long as you could remember. The older you both got, the more you started to feel more than a friendly, or familial, connection with himâ your girlish daydreams sometimes drifted to what it would be like if you married him someday, but you figured that would never happen with the growing animosity between your family and his. Still, when he smiled at you, or when he kissed your head the tender way he did, you couldn't help but hope he felt as you did.
But you loved your family here, of courseâ your mother was sweet to you, as her only daughter, and your stepfather Daemon loved you as his own. (Some cast a suspicious eye at the two of you, thinking maybe he loved you more than his own⊠but he was just affectionate, thatâs all.)
In fact, he was being characteristically tender with you as you approached Kingâs Landing, rubbing your arm reassuringly until you smiled up at him. âIâm sure youâre the happiest of any of us to be here,â he told you with a smirk.
âYou arenât happy to see your brother?â you pressed, but he never answered. Your conversation was interrupted by the end of the journey being reached; they were waiting in the courtyard for you, and even though there was a tension in the air between everyone, you couldnât help but smile shyly at Aemond. He looked back at you, the smallest curl growing on his lips, and your heart fluttered.
For now, you had to behave calmly and politely. But as soon as dinner preparations had begun and everyone had separated to manage individual matters, you ran through the castle to find Aemond in his chambersâ and flung yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight.
He hugged you in return, though he tried to soothe you as he laughed softly at your excitement. âIt hasnât been so long, has it, niece?â he asked with a smirkâ so smug about the way you clearly had missed him.
âYou missed me too, didnât you?â you sighed, pulling back to look up at his face; he wore the softest smile for youâ his one eye sparkled brighter than the sapphire when he looked at you, you swore it, and you were glad you caught him without his patch to hide behind.
âOf course, sweet girl,â he promised. âMyâ youâve grown, havenât you? Werenât you a little girl last you visited? And now Iâve got a woman in my arms.â
You flushed with warmth in your face and chest when he spoke like thatâ you felt most like a woman in his arms, anyway, even though your stepfather had commented more than once as well on your development as of late. âYou act like Iâm so much younger than you, Aemond,â you mumbled shyly. Somehow, you felt most like a woman when he held you; and, even more strangely, most like that little girl he remembered when he looked at you like that.
The embrace was cut short when you felt that dizzy feeling again, your eyes blinking quickly and the heat of your flush growing almost unbearable for a moment. âAre you alright?â he asked, seeing your dazed reaction.Â
âY-yes, Iâmâ this happens,â you mumbled, trying to find your balance again as he stepped forward to keep you from falling. âFainting spellsâ w-well, except I donât faint⊠I just feel strange.â
He narrowed his eye, looking you up and down. âStrange?â
âHot,â you whispered, throat a little dryâ suddenly you could smell him, and he smelled perfect: it reminded you of snow-covered pine, icy and sturdy just like him. Why couldnât you smell that before?
He pressed his hand to your forehead, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. The heat just seemed to spread all over you, and your head spun as your knees went a little weak. âHow long has this been going on? Do your parents know?â he asked quickly.
You struggled to keep your thoughts in order enough to answer, a cramp hitting your gut all of a suddenâ that had happened before, too, but the episodes never lasted this long before⊠which was why you hadnât told your parents, it didnât seem notable at the time. Now, of course, as pain twisted inside you, you regretted that. âJ-just⊠just a fewâŠâ you tried to respond, but then you couldnât even remember how many days it had been. All you could remember was this moment, and you reached up to clutch at his shoulders. You swore you heard him growl as he pulled you into him, and the noise made a shiver run through your body.
âI think you may beâ fuck,â he interrupted himself, and you felt his nose brush against the side of your face as he breathed in deeply beside your neck. You were so soothed by his touch that you didnât even really consider how bizarre it was that he buried his face there, smelling and tasting your skin. âYouâre presentingâ poor thing, it hurts, doesnât it?â
You didnât know what that meant, but yes, it hurt; you whined as you nodded, making weak fists that tugged on his leather tunic. Â
âI can help you,â he promised, âI can take that pain away.â
âUncle,â you whimpered, âpleaseâ help me, please, I donât understand whatâs hapââ
âShh, sweet girl,â he cooed softly, âyouâll be alrightâ itâs all well, Iâm here now⊠Iâll help you, omega.â
Your eyebrows knittedâ you werenât sure you heard him right⊠omega? Maybe it was a Valyrian word you hadnât heard before? Youâd always daydreamed during your lessons as a child, and you certainly were less fluent than your uncle Aemond.
âAll you have to do is as youâre told,â he instructed. âDo what I say and Iâll take care of you.â
âPlease,â you whined again, another cramp in your core hittingâ and with it, a heat between your legs that you realised with distant shame was wetness flooding you. He took a deep breath in and groaned, suddenly pulling you with him across the room. You didnât realise he was taking you to the bed until you felt it under your back.
âI can help you,â he said again, kissing all over your flushed face as you clutched at him desperately. His hands started to slide up under your dress and pet your legs which spread wide for him instinctively, your hips shaking as more slick leaked from your opening. âYour Alphaâs here, my darlingâŠâ
Before you could even consider asking what any of this meantâ you were so needy, you might just let it all happen regardlessâ Daemon burst in the room.
âFuck,â he blurted out when he saw you writhing on the bed while Aemond touched you. âIs she reallyâ? I can smell her from across the courtyard, fuck, so sweetâŠâ Â
âLeave us, Uncle,â Aemond ordered instantly, âsheâs mine.â
âSheâs my daughter, I should be the one to help her,â Daemon sneered. He crossed the room and approached the bed as Aemond held you tighter, defensively.
âSheâs not your daughter,â Aemond scoffed, âsheâs your wifeâs bastardâ and sheâll be my omega.â
Daemon shoved his nephew off of you with a growl, making you whimper. âPleaseâ pleaseâŠâ was all you could say. You werenât even sure what that sentence would be if you had the ability to finish: please donât fight, perhaps, or please touch me.
âI should claim her,â Daemon insisted, descending on you next with a sweet purr. âDonât you want Papa to help you now?â
You whined in confusion, one hand shakily reaching up to hold onto your stepfatherâs shoulderâ but the other found Aemondâs hand and squeezed it tightly. âLet her decide,â Aemond decided, knowing you were so affectionate for himâ Daemon might agree to that measure, thinking you would choose your stepfather first, if he thought you understood what was being asked of you.
âShe canât decide now,â Daemon hissed, âsheâs presenting, sheâs deliriousâ and she doesnât even know what she is!â
âShe doesnâtâ?!â Aemond repeated, eyes wide as he looked back and forth between you two. âYou never taught her? You never told herâ!â
âWe didnât know!â Daemon defended. âWe thoughtâ everyone thought Rhaenyra would be an omega, as pure as she is, but she never presented⊠we just assumedââ
âHow deprived you were, niece,â Aemond cooed at you, stroking your arm. âYour mother never taught you about usâ about how special our family really is, that you might beââ
âWhat am I?â you whimpered, shaking, looking up at your uncle with teary eyes. He held your face and pet your cheek gently, but there was a rageful hunger in his eye like youâd never seen.
âYouâre mine,â he answered.
âOurs,â Daemon corrected. âSheâll belong to both of us.â
Even though you still barely had any idea what was going on, you knew how dangerous of a proposition that was. Neither your uncle nor stepfather were ones for sharingâŠ
Though he snarled in chagrin, Aemond was nodding as he pulled you into him again. âWeâll both help you, all right?â he prompted you quietly. âYour stepfather and Iâ we can both help you. You just have to do as youâre toldâŠâ
âPlease,â you repeated weakly; you were carried to the bed and all but thrown onto it, a moment later feeling Daemonâs hands help undress you right away.
âI want her first,â Aemond informed Daemon firmly.
âYou know how long Iâve waited for this, boy?â Daemon snapped, making his nephew laugh coldly.
âWhat a naughty Papa you are,â he smirked. âWill your wife approve of you fucking her daughter?â
âWh-what?!â you choked. âWhat⊠what will you do to me?â
Daemon growled in the back of his throat as your dress was torn away, and you felt two pairs of hands run all over your bare skin as Aemond pulled you to lay on him. âAs your uncle told you,â Daemon answered, âweâll help you.â
Did they have to be so fucking cryptic all the time?!
âIâm having her first,â Aemond insisted again, âI found her first. Youâll have your turn.â
He helped you to straddle his lap, reaching down to quickly free himself from his trousers with a sigh; your legs were shaking already, and you jolted when you felt him press his cock up to your opening. âU-Uncle,â you whimpered, âare youâ will we reallyâ?â
âHavenât you wanted this, sweet girl?â Aemond whispered in your ear. âDonât you want me to fill you?â
Though you whined before you let yourself admit it, you nodded. âYes,â you choked, âyesâ I wanted this.â
Aemond gave his uncle a little smirk, admiring the look on Daemonâs faceâ some impossible, forbidden mix of a jealous lover and a disapproving father. Apparently, he thought his stepdaughter was more loyal, and wouldnât fall for her uncle sat so firmly on the other side of political lines. But love is funny like thatâ especially where Targaryens are involved.
âCall me your Alpha,â Aemond instructed in a low groan by your ear, struggling to resist his instinct to simply take you without any more delayâ heâd been fighting his desire the second he first smelled you, not wanting to rush it too much, but both men were overcome with the need to be inside you as you shuddered and whimpered. Â
âAlpha,â you whispered back, feeling a pull to obey much more than usual when he spoke to you this way. âMy AlphaâŠâ
He pulled your hips down, sliding his cock inside you all at once. His head fell back as your hips rested on his; you cried loudly, feeling a sharp stretchâ but more than pain, much more, there was pleasure, relief, and satisfaction. You went totally limp in his arms and let him guide you to grind your hips just as he liked; âFuck,â he panted, âyouâre even more perfect than I everâ ahâ ever imagined, dear nieceâ sweet omegaâŠâ
âUncle,â you sobbed, clinging onto him tightly. He was rightâ the pain had gone, for the most part, now all you had was this need for more⊠for everything. Even though you were so weak and helpless, you found yourself able to move on top of him, bouncing up and down in his lap to find some more of that impossibly-perfect friction; he watched you with pride and lust in his smile. âAemond, it feelsâ ohâŠâ
âIt feels right,â he finished for you, âdoesnât it?â
You nodded in agreement, shivering when you realised the fingers ghosting up and down your spine were your stepfatherâs. âHow does she feel?â he asked in a rough voice that wouldâve been terrifying if you didnât trust him completely.
âHot,â Aemond answered quickly. âSo hot insideâ she really is a dragon.â
They both laughed a little, though it wasnât because it was funnyâ it was a specific emotion youâd never seen on either of them until now. Daemon leaned in and kissed the back of your neck, making you gasp and whine and lean back into his arms as you kept riding Aemond dutifully; Aemond hissed slightly, digging his fingers into your hips.Â
âShe⊠she tensed up on me when you kissed her there,â Aemond said with a gasp. âFuckâ I didnât know she could get any tighterâŠâ
âBeautiful,â Daemon praised you in a mumble against your skin, fingers now exploring more as he lightly tickled your sides and teased your breasts. âAre you being good for him, omega? Taking care of your uncle as you should?â
You gasped and nodded, eyes heavy and wet. âYesâ yes, PapaâŠâ
He hummed deeply, properly groping your chest now as he licked your neck, even nipping at it with his teeth to make you tighten inside again and again. âF-fuck,â Aemond choked, âI wonâtâ I canât take much more of that, sheâs soâ sheâs perfect, you canât imagine how perfectââ
âI donât have to,â Daemon growled, pulling you off of Aemond who whimpered and begged to have you backâ but the older man was well past the limit of his patience, snarling as he positioned you onto your hands and knees. He held your shoulder to keep you steady, hard cock flexing at the way you hung your head in submission and turned just enough to look back at him innocently over your shoulder. He smiled as you as he gripped himself inside his trousers, silently praying for the patience not to tear you open as soon as he could. Yes, you were his omega, and his stepdaughterâ his property in more ways than oneâ but he would prefer not to hurt you, and his instincts were fighting against his logical mind in that regard.
When he exposed himself, he saw you trying to lookâ trying to see if your Papaâs cock would break you, and he just chuckled slightly to himself.
âYouâll be able to take it,â he promised roughly, âyouâre made to take it.â
He lined himself up, knocking your knees further apart with his own before plunging inside with a long sigh. You cried again but pushed back against him, too; your hands still clung weakly onto your uncle, who soothed you and kissed your tears away encouragingly.
âYou were right,â Daemon sighed, electing to just hold you still and stay buried as deep as he could go for a moment. âSheâsâ fuck.â
Aemond took one of your hands from his shoulder and guided it down to his cock, still soaked from your slick; he guided you to stroke it with your shaking fingers, whispering filthy praises in your ear while Daemon fucked you slowly (at first). âYou have to take care of both of us,â your uncle reminded you. âGods, you smell so sweet⊠I could smell you from across the hall, thatâs how I found youâ I knew you needed me, needed an Alpha to breed you.â
âI⊠I donât understandâŠâ you mumbled, gasping as your stepfather picked up his pace and fucked you more roughly.
âWe should tell her now,â Daemon decided. âWell, you shouldâ Iâm quite busy alreadyâ fuck, so tightâŠâ
âWould you like me to tell you everything, sweet girl?â Aemond asked you, tightening your grip on his cock when you nodded. âJust keepâ keep stroking me, and Iâll tell you.â
âYes,â you agreed, âanythingâŠâ
âOur family is very special,â Aemond explained to youâ which you already knew, but clearly there was more to it than you were taught. âThereâs a reason we keep to our own, protect our bloodline: some of us are⊠gifted. Like your stepfather and I.â
âLike you,â Daemon added, though he was struggling to focus on any conversation as he used you.
âI always knew you were meant for more, my lovely niece,â Aemond cooed, though his nostrils flared for a moment as he moved your hand to wank him faster. âAnd you areâ meant to give us a new branch of the family, purer than any that came beforeâŠâ
Even with your mind still clouded with desperation, you knew how you were expected to do that. âYouâllâ youâll get me pregnant?â you realised with a shaky gasp.
Aemond nodded, smiling as he kissed your face. âDonât worryâ it wonât be as difficult for you as it was for your mother. Sheâs not like us, sheâs⊠weaker.â
âThey all are,â Daemon added, in defence of his wife. âItâs been generations since an omega was born to us.. even in as pure a family as ours, itâs rareâ only your uncle and I are Alphas.â
âIt makes you much more fertile,â Aemond continued, âit makes us need to care for youâ with our bloodline, thereâs a small chance any of us could be like this⊠but our children, with both their parents being this way, theyâll all be gifted in the same way. Think of the generations weâll sire, and it all starts tonightâŠâ
Clearly, he was excited by the prospect of keeping you bred for years to come, creating a new line of Targaryens guaranteed with these âgiftsâ of fertility and instinct⊠well, you werenât quite as keen. Even as your body longed for the promise of being impregnated, your mind filled with fear. âIâ what if I canâtâ?â you started to wonder.
âYou will,â Aemond promised, without even knowing what concerned youâ because he didnât have to. âYou can do anything, omega, youâll do anything for your Alphas. Itâs your nature; you obey.â
Just as he said it, Daemon thrust especially roughly into you and made you quiver. A pleasure began to build in your gut, heavy and hot, while your stepfather let go of all pretence and fucked you with all the passion and possessiveness heâd been holding back for years. He bent down over you and gave open-mouthed kisses to your back, making you feel small in his grasp and feeling the heat of every moan and sigh spread over your skin. âSo perfect,â he said again, âitâs better than anythingâ you really were made for pleasure, werenât you, omega?â
âHavenât you had enough?â Aemond sneered at his uncle. âI think itâs time for my turn again.â
âYou can have your turn after Iâve knotted her,â Daemon decided.
Aemond grabbed you angrily, pulling you forward and slipping Daemonâs cock out of youâ both of you reacting in disappointment. âYour knot? Please,â Aemond scoffed, âthat could take hoursâ I need her now.â
âSo do I,â Daemon insisted, but Aemond was determined to get inside you again. Breathing through his teeth, he pushed his cock back into you roughly, guiding your hips to make sure he filled you to the very brim. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him fuck into you, accepting that it was better to let them do whatever they liked with you and just hope you didnât get ripped to shreds in their fight over you.
âSo beautiful,â Aemond sighed just before he kissed you on the lipsâ you let your mouth go slack right away, offering it for him to claim as well; his kiss was filthy and hungry and desperate, making you moan and whimper his name helplessly as he fucked you harder and harder.
âDonât make me watch this,â Daemon pleaded with a whine, easily the most pathetic youâd ever heard him sound. âI needâ fuck, she smells so goodâŠâ
âYou can fuck her again,â Aemond promised, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to speak, âwhen Iâm done.â
âWhen youâre done?â Daemon realised. âYouâre going to knot her, arenât you? Fucking bastard.â
Of course, the only thing that could make Aemond stop kissing you was a chance to argue with your stepfather. âI wouldnât speak of bastards if I were you, Uncle,â Aemond taunted. âLet her use her hand on you while you wait.â
âHand? I have much greater ideas than that,â Daemon informed you both proudly. He moved around from his place behind you, kneeling beside where Aemond laid on the ground so he could pull you away from the kiss and push his cock up to your face. âUse your mouth, omegaâ stick your tongue out for me.â
Doing as you were told, you whimpered slightly as he slid the fat head of his cock over your waiting tongue.
âGood,â he praised, staring down at you and petting your hair soothingly. âYou do so well for us both, darlingâ now close your lips on it. Suckle on it, not too hardâ fuck, fuck, how perfect you areâŠâ
âI donât especially care for your bollocks in my face, Uncle,â Aemond frowned.
âLean away,â Daemon offered, not exactly sympathetic to the issue when he was so focused on the warmth of your mouth on his cock.
âI canât! Your knee is on my hair!â Aemond snapped, and Daemon finally moved enough for Aemond to yank his head away with a grimace. Â
âYou see why I keep mine shorter now,â Daemon chuckled. Â
âI doubt thatâs exactly why,â Aemond rolled his eyes, but knowing how perverse his uncle could be, he almost worried that he actually had found himself on the other end of the same issue before.
âMy apologies,â Daemon offered in a mumble, but Aemond clearly wasnât going to hold a grudgeâ he was moaning again already, holding your hips so he could buck up into you, kissing all along your opposite shoulder while your stepfather pushed his cock deeper into your mouth.
In fact, he kept sliding his thick shaft between your swollen lips until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, making you gag. You wanted to apologise, but you didnât for two reasons: one, your mouth was full; two, Daemon only moaned louder, praising you again. In fact, he kept making you gag over and over until a tear ran down your cheek. âLet her breathe,â Aemond ordered, sounding almost hurt with how worried he was for you.
Daemon pulled out of your mouth to let you gasp and sputter, Aemond holding your face and kissing it repeatedly to try to soothe you. âI-Iâm alright,â you promised, âlet me try again, please, Papaââ
Daemon grinned darkly as he pushed his cock back up to your lips. âYouâre too sweet, omegaâ you want so much to please your Alphas, I know.â
âDonât go so hard on her,â Aemond warned, âyou know if you hurt her at all, it will be hard not to kill you.â
Daemon was more amused than concerned by the threat, but he knew his nephew was rightâ not just about the way Alphas would defend their mates instinctively (Daemon understood that instinct firsthand, it was how poor Laenor met his end), but about the fact that he should be gentler with you. You werenât one of his whores, you were his sweet daughter and a new omegaâ you needed to be treated with care. But it was almost impossible to keep calm in a time like this. âYou should know how difficult it is to hold myself back,â Daemon sighed, âhaving to smell her and see her and listen to herâ her mouth isnât enough, I need her cunt.â
"Well, so do I," Aemond countered.
Unfortunately for Aemond, Daemon was strongerâ and terribly impatient. He growled and yanked you off of Aemond, throwing you onto your back and roughly filling you again. You gasped, overwhelmed by being thrown back and forth between them, with never enough time for your body to get properly used to one or the other. It certainly felt different looking up at your stepfather as he fucked you, seeing him groan and bare his neck as he moved his hips quickly. "Papa," you gasped, properly accepting for the first time that it was your stepfatherâ your mother's husband, your great uncleâ fucking you now. He smiled down at you, holding himself up by one hand as he touched your face with the other.
"Darling," he whispered, "you knew, didn't you? That I wanted you in this way?"
Honestly, you weren't sureâ it all felt like a lifetime ago now; presenting as an omega was disrupting enough to your worldview, being claimed by your uncle and stepfather made it even more sure that this felt like the beginning of something entirely new.
"Daemon, everyone knew," Aemond assured. "You were never subtle."
You wanted to ask if your mother knewâ but the pleasure kept you from speaking anything coherent, and the instincts controlling your body kept you from feeling any guilt. Like Aemond said, it just felt so right, so natural that you knew nothing about this could be wrong.
Aemond pulled you into another kiss, laying beside you and touching you anywhere he could reachâ starting first with your breasts, which he broke away from your lips to latch onto next. You moaned loudly, feeling terrible sensitive with Aemond's tongue and lips teasing your hardened nipples. "How full these will beâŠ" Aemond whispered reverently against your skin. "All your milk for our babies⊠you're incredibleâ our little omega, you'll carry so many beautiful Targaryens in youâŠ"
You whimpered, reaching down to find Aemond's throbbing cockâ he hissed as you gripped it, trying to stroke him the same way he'd guided you before. "Iâ I want to please you, AlphaâŠ"
He groaned and smiled, coming back up to your lips again but holding your face so he could look at you closely. "I know, sweet girlâ it's in your nature. You live to serve, don't you, omega?"
Whining slightly, you nodded, and he captured your mouth in another kiss.
The thrusts into you grew faster and more erratic, rocking your body as you gasped. Aemond's hand slipped down over your mound, finding your swollen bud and rubbing it as Daemon fucked you with ruthless intensity. It was too much: it made your back arch and your throat catch.
"Come, omega," Daemon ordered; helpless to his commands, you sucked in a gasp against Aemond's lips and felt another wave of hot slick leak from between your quivering legs. Both men groaned, and you swore you saw Aemond's eye go black as he took a deep inhale of your heady scent in the air.
"So obedient," Aemond observed, "I hadn't even known that omegas could come on command⊠what a talent."
There was this embarrassing squelching noise coming from where your stepfather drove his cock into you, your arousal coating his and your thighs as he held the back of your knees.
âFuck!â Daemon grunted suddenly, and you struggled and whimpered as you felt his cock seem to swellâ more and more, well past what you thought was possible, until you cried out from the fullness. Â
âAlpha!â you sobbed, hearing him snarl as he held your hips to keep you from trying to get away. Â
âAre youâ?â Aemond realised, growling with jealousy. âFuck, youâre breeding your own stepdaughter, youâre unforgivableâŠâ
âItâsâ fuck, just wait, nephew,â Daemon promised, still panting as more of his sticky come flooded inside you.
âI canât wait,â Aemond whimpered, âI need to breed her, you know I need toââ
âItâll be worth the wait,â Daemon assured, âitâs unlike anythingâ gods, sheâsââ
He never finished any of those sentences, just moaning and continuing to pump his seed into you as he breathed heavily. âWhatâs happening?â you asked Aemond with a shaky whimper.
âYour Papa is filling you, omega,â he answered, petting your side as you shivered. âOne of the ways weâre differentâ Alphas, we⊠we have something called a knot. It keeps us inside so youâll never waste a drop of seedâ but only omegas can fit something so large, we have to⊠make concessions, with other lovers.â
âWe can never be⊠fully inside, when we finish,â Daemon panted, âor weâll hurt themâ could kill them, really. But you, you⊠you take it so well, omega, you take it perfectly⊠fuck!â
âI-it hurts, a little,â you admitted, trying not to move so you wouldnât disturb the soreness inside you. âItâsâ how is it so big?â
Daemon smirked proudly, holding onto you just as tightly though heâd finished spilling his seed already. He tilted his head back slightly first as he took deep and fast breaths, only to drop it forward limply as silver strands hung limply around his face.
"Fuck," Daemon sighed again, "I never could've imagined how it would feel⊠being so deep within you, that sweet cunt keeping my knot warm insideâ darling, it's incredible."
He stroked your face approvingly as you sighed.
"You expect me to wait until it's gone down for my turn to feel that?" Aemond sneered.
"You don't have a choice," Daemon laughed, "you'll hurt her if you try to get her off now. You'll just have to find some patience."
The only instinct stronger than the need to breed was to protect you, and so Aemond snarled as he guided your hand to his aching cock once more as he waited his turn. You felt complete relief, for the first time since the headache began, as you felt Daemon's knot inside you. You didn't feel the same as you had before, though: you felt⊠better? In a sense. You felt complete. You felt accomplished, useful⊠needed.
Aemond groaned against your skin as he fucked your fist, kissing along your shoulder and collarbone. "Such a good omegaâ you'll take me next, won't you? You can satisfy us both, yes?"
"Yes, Alphaâ anything, I'll do whatever I can," you promised, addicted already to how rewarding it felt to be good for them. They both smiled proudly.
"You used to be so stubborn," Daemon remembered. "So much changes when you present, doesn't it? Believe it or not, I was rather level-headed before I presented as an Alpha."
"I'll go with 'not'," Aemond decided.
Daemon didnât notice or mind much what Aemond had said, too focused on looking down at where your leaking cunt managed to fit his knotâ he was still amazed by it. Heâd spent his whole life pulling out enough to keep the knot outside when he came (that is, when he could manage to finish at all), even though at times it took all his willpower to fight that instinct. It felt perfect to be inside you nowâ perfect in a way heâd never allowed himself to imagine before.
Aemondâs patience was well past worn; he forced your hand to wrap tightly around his aching cock, fucking your hand as he kissed you hard and whined against your lips. âOmega,â he panted, âeven your hand is so divineâ but I need to be inside you, I need to breed and fill you, pleaseââ
âNot much longer,â Daemon promised, though he was clearly irritated. âIt takes time, nephew.â
You could tell Aemond wanted to say something particularly catty in that momentâ probably something about how it was impressive that Daemon could keep his knot at all at his ageâ but only a groan fell from his mouth as you squeezed his cock a little tighter. He guided your hand lower to rub gently over his balls, and you realised how desperate he really was when you felt how swollen theyâd become, how tender they were as you barely touched them and he hissed in a breath. âFuck,â he panted, âall that come will be inside you soonâ I know how badly you need it, omega, to be bred by your uncle.â
You whimpered but nodded in agreement, letting him move your hand just how he liked so you could keep his hunger at bay.
As for you, the knot inside you brought you mostly back to realityâ but a needy, desperate Alpha beside you kept your omega instincts in control even as some logical thought returned to your mind. That logic made you want to ask them a thousand questions, about what you were and what this all meant and what this would mean for your family⊠but you couldnât, because Aemond never stopped kissing you long enough to let you speak. Not that you were exactly fighting to get a word in: you loved the way he kissed you, so you just melted into it and let him go on tasting your mouth while he stroked himself with your hand.
You couldnât say how long it was before Daemon broke his silence, but however long it was, it went by quicklyâ for you. For Aemond, it was like a lifetime. âItâs small enough now,â Daemon decided. âYou can finally have your turn, nephewâ but I know youâll miss me, little omega, when this pathetic boy is on top of you.â
âGods, just hurry up,â Aemond choked, and Daemon sighed as he held your hips and unsheathed himself from you. The knot wasn't completely subsided, but it had shrunk significantlyâ enough for him to hiss as he carefully slid it out. You whimpered as the bulge of it tugged on your sore walls, and made a stinging pain hit your opening as it passed through. But, finally, you were empty⊠for a split second. Aemond wasted no time getting on top of you and guiding his leaking cock to your hole; he plunged in all at once, making you wince and yelp as you held onto his shoulders, but he ignored the pain he was inflicting and started to move alreadyâ he just couldnât stop himself.
The sting was worth it, though, to hear his loud, satisfied moans; his voice was rougher and deeper than youâd ever heard it, filled with awe as he watched your body take him fully with every thrust. He wasnât moving very quickly yetâ faster than you were ready for, yes, but still savouring the feeling of you for himself.
âI hope sheâs not too stretched out from my knot,â Daemon chuckled, obviously not genuineâ he hoped his nephew could feel the difference, so he was silently disappointed when Aemond shook his head.
âShe feels just as before,â Aemond breathed, âjust as tight and warmâ just as perfect, fuck, she really was made for this. I would never have taken another woman if I knew this was waiting for meâ if I knew I could have an omega to breed someday.â
âI was under the impression you hadnât taken other women,â Daemon laughed, âyou certainly fuck like a virgin.â
âYou ramble like a drunk,â Aemond sneered in reply, losing any interest in verbally sparring with his uncle as he started to move just a bit faster inside you. "Beautiful," he sighed as he leaned down, holding you close, kissing your tears away as he fucked your sore cunt as gently as he could manage. "So beautiful, my omegaâ you take me so well, even when it hurts you⊠you take your Alpha so well."
His praise made it all worth it, and soon enough the soreness was forgottenâ as was his attempting to be careful with you; within a few minutes he was holding you tight and fucking into you ruthlessly, panting beside your face while he slammed his cock into the very end of your insides. Even still, even after hours of your Alphas taking turns with you, your body never stopped leaking slick for them, until Aemond was soaked in your heatâ his cock, balls, thighs, even dripping down to the bed beneath youâŠ
âIt wonât be much longer now,â he warned. âYouâll be bredâ my child in you, sweet girl, is that what you want? All that acheâs going to go away, once youâre good and pregnant, like you were meant to be.â
It sounded like everything youâd ever wanted; it called to your most primal desires and made pleasure course through your veins until your skin was alight with ecstasy. "Please, Alpha!" you sobbed, holding onto him tightly. "I want your knot! I want your babyâŠ"
"Fuck," Aemond gasped, baring his neck to you as he thrusted faster, faster, fasterâ you were afraid you would go numb inside from the friction, heat building until it all collapsed; you twitched and jolted from the orgasm overtaking you, just as Aemondâs knot began to swell. You felt it, like you had with Daemon: the warm come flooding inside your spent cunt, and your eyes rolled back as you went limp. It hurt to take another knot, yes, but you were too exhausted to even react. You were too exhausted to even think, even though you had much to think about: like the fact that your uncle and stepfather had just claimed and taken you, bred you, both of them fully intending to have you with child soon. Theyâd have no way to tell whose child it was, would that even matter? Would your mother stay married to Daemonâ would either of them, or both, take you as their wife? What would you say when, inevitably, questions arose?
None of those questions seemed to matter now⊠all you could think of was the man above you and inside you, the perfect expression of relief on his face as his knot kept growing inside you.
"O-oh," he choked, tightening his fist beside your head, "it feels soâŠ"
"I know," Daemon smirked proudly. "It's unlike anything else, isn't it?"
Aemond nodded weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Omega⊠our perfect omegaâŠ"
Daemon leaned down to join in on the praise, petting your head as you let your heavy eyes fall shut. "You did so well for us both," he whispered to you. "You may rest nowâ you did beautifully, now restâŠ"
You werenât able to drift to sleep until they were both holding you; Aemond still inside and surrounding you while Daemon gently lifted you to cradle you from behind, with his chest to your back. You shouldâve felt confused, maybe guilty, maybe even disgusted as you reckoned with what you had doneâ what had been done to you. Instead, you only felt at peace, safe and satisfied. You were blessed with a gentle and dreamless sleep as your Alphas held you, still whispering to you sometimesâ still discussing softly with each other what they would do next. From now on, you could leave the thinking and worrying to them, and just fulfil your natural purpose. It sounded nice, actually: lots of pure Targaryen babies, yours and Aemondâs and Daemonâs children, a strange but beautiful family.
For something you couldnât have even imagined this morning, it seemed so obvious to you now⊠obvious, and sort of inevitable. Not that you minded; you were happy to be theirs.
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what the actual fuck, i don't even like Hop that way but godDAMNđ it's just gotten to the point dude where frankly, i'd read your grocery lists
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đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | smoking with eddie was supposed to help you relax... instead, it forced you to decide how far you're willing to go to keep your record clean.
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | dubcon/noncon smut (oral m receiving and creampie), slight innocence kink, significant age gap, semi-public sex, kinda mean hopper, handcuffs, coercion, bargaining, abuse of power, very slight/ambiguous eddie x reader if you squint, thicc pre-season 4 hopper the way god intended, slight angst

Eddie did have a tendency to get a little paranoid during a smoke sessionâ a side effect of the productâ but maybe you shouldâve listened to him this time.
âDo you hear that?â he hissed as you handed the rolled paper back to him. âDude, thereâs someone out there!"
âWho would be in the woods, this far from town, this late at night?â you rolled your eyes.
Well, the answer to that question is two-fold: stoners, and someone whoâs looking for them.
A flashlight suddenly appeared from the trees, and your eyes went wide.
"Shit!" Eddie yelped, jumping up and tossing the jointâ even though it was quite too late for thatâ and starting to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for somewhere to go. But he couldn't exactly hide behind a tree, because this wasn't a cartoon, and getting back in the car wouldn't really get him anywhere.
So, he ended up basically circling the van and slamming directly into Chief Hopper who looked even more pissed than he had when you first spotted him.
"Uh, heyâ funny running into you here, Mr. Chief, sir," Eddie joked as you sighed in disappointment and irritation at his idiocy.
"Get back over there, dummy," Hopper groaned as he shoved Eddie aside, tossing the guy into youâ you would've both fallen over if you hadn't basically caught him, and your friend looked pretty disoriented by the whole thing. Â
The chief flicked off his flashlight; it wasnât actually really necessary, with how bright the moon was tonight, but your eyes had to adjust to the dark all over again.
"Two kids smokin' dope in the woods," Hopper observed. "Munson, this is far from our first conversationâ but youâ"
He ran his gaze over you as you leaned back against the back of the van, and you felt conflicted about your body's response to his sizing-up.
"I expected better from you."
He reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing Eddie by the elbow and turning him around with an unceremonious thud against the van.
"H-hey, not so rough," Eddie chuckled thinly, "it's my first time."
You rolled your eyes; did he always have to make stupid jokes like that? "It is most certainly not, Munson," Hopper returned firmly. "And I'm sure the judge will take that into account before he goes easy on you again. You might wanna practice that 'not so rough' line again before you end up in jail, kid."
Eddie winced, and not from the tightness of the cuffs. He was finally taking this seriouslyâ finally realizing he was looking at more than community service or a fine this time. Â
Hopper stepped up to you next, but you didn't put up nearly as much of a fightâ and he was more gentle with you, far more⊠he even seemed to linger for a moment as he held your wrist.
It was incredibly subtle, but it was all it took for you to know you had a chance. A chance you were just desperate enough to take.
"Why?" you asked suddenly, heart already racing.
"Hm?"
"Why did you expect better from me?"
There was a silent moment as Hopper considered that question, and Eddie gave you a confused look.
"I heard you were a good girl," Hopper eventually answered.
You smirked a bit, turning around to face the chief with a feigned look of confidence. "Well, you heard wrong."
"V'never heard of you gettin' in this much trouble before," he replied. "Not with the law, at least."
"That's âcause I don't do bad things to get into trouble, sir," you added pointedly, looking up at him and seeing the look in his eyes change a bit. "I do bad things to get out of trouble."
You didn't really notice him getting closer until you felt itâ felt that gap close as his body brushed against yours, and fuck he was tall 'cause you had to crane your neck all the way back to keep your eyes on his face (though they did briefly dart down to the badge on his chest).
"You know, I never saw you smoke," he noticed, voice lowering. "Maybe you were just an innocent bystander. You kinda have that look about youâ innocentâŠ"
He ran his finger over your jaw, until he was lifting your chin a little too forcefully.
"I like that," he added.
Your stomach dropped, but you couldn't back awayâ he had you pressed up against the van, every part of you was at his mercy now, even your freedom.
"Don't fucking touch her, pig," Eddie growled.
"Eddie, shut up," you snapped at him, not wanting him to dig the hole any deeperâ or blow your chances of getting him out of it.
âWhy donât you get in the van and mind your own business, son,â Hopper encouraged, stepping away from you to hold up the key for Eddieâs cuffâs teasingly. âThink you can do that?â
Eddie sneered at first, looking away. âEd, please,â you said, a little softer, and he sighed. Hopper approached Eddie, who looked like he was barely containing his rage and disgust, as the chief unlocked his cuffs less than a minute after heâd put them on.
âOld creepâŠâ Eddie muttered under his breath when he was freed, rubbing his wrists nervously, before he looked at you. âAre you seriously gonnaâ?â
"Eddie," you said sternly. "Get. in. the van."
He groaned but obeyed, walking past you both with a grimace, hopping up in the driver's seat and shutting the door behind him.
"That your boyfriend?" Hopper asked when you were (sort of) alone.
You sighed. "Just a friend," you insisted.
"Hm," he replied, smirking a little. "Bet he wants you."
"What makes you think that?"
"'Cause who wouldn't?" he purred. "Body like thisâŠ"
You shivered as his hand ran down your back, slowing down as it slid over the curve of your ass.
"A boy that age would have no idea what to do around a body like yours, honey," Hopper added, humming as he brought his hand back up. "Need a real man to take care of all this."
"Didn't think this was about you taking care of me, Hop," you returned, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him with his lip between his teeth. "Thought it was about working my way out of these cuffs."
He grinned at you, though it wasn't exactly a friendly smile. "No, babyâ the cuffs are staying on."
As he pulled you into him, you felt a firm bulge rub against your hip; you gasped a little, fighting the urge to pull away, and tilted your head back as he leaned down to kiss your neck. "Eddie, too," you whispered. "If we do this, no charges for Eddie."
Hopper grunted disapprovingly, but you looked up with him with your best âplease, Daddyâ eyes and bit your lip slightly. It wasn't quite enough for him, though. "What's in it for me if I get your friend off?"
"Whatever you want," you blurted out before you really considered what that might entailâ you just couldn't let Eddie go to jail.
He purred and grabbed your ass tighter. "You drive a hard bargain, honey. But I can't promise anything until you show me what you can do."
Figuring what that likely meant, you slid down until you were on your knees, keeping your eyes upâ on him. It wouldâve been harder to keep your balance with your hands behind your back if it werenât for the vanâs bumper right behind you to lean on. âYâgonna get it out for me?â you asked him expectantly, and he smirked at you a bit as he reached for his belt. Â
There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he had to reach under his thick belly to do this, about the way his heavy belt clinked as he opened it⊠you told yourself this was just about the bargain, but you knew there was more to it than that, on some level.
His cock was only half-hard when he pulled it out of his jeans, but already so thickâ you were salivating already, but pretty fucking nervous, too. It was pretty overwhelming to be confronted with what you were about to do in such an obvious way: it all gets a lot more real when thereâs a big fucking cock in your face.
Not wanting to make him wait anymore, you leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, coating it in your spit as you suckled gently⊠at first.
He hummed a littleâ you honestly barely heard itâ and stiffened a bit more in your mouth. Soon enough, it was so big that you had to keep your jaw open wide to fit it, and soreness was already starting to set in. Â
When you shut your eyes, it was a little easier; you were a little more confident, and you tightened your hands into fists behind your back to stop them from shaking. Leaning forward more, you took him deeper until his belly bumped against your forehead. Why did that make your thighs clench together?
His fingers combed over your hair, not quite guiding your head yet but certainly encouraging you to go on. "Yeah, fuck, that's goodâ that's really fucking good, keep sucking, babyâŠ" he mumbled, voice thick and sweet like syrup. The deeper you took him, the more talkative he got; and when you took him all the way to the base, with your nose buried in a patch of curly hair, he moaned louder than ever.
"Shit," he hissed, grabbing the back of your head when you tried to pull away. "N-no, stay down, need to feel that throat a little longer, fuuuuckâŠ"
You fought harder to pull back, getting dizzy as your coughs and sputters did nothing to give you air. Only when tears ran down your cheeks and spots filled your vision did he let go, giving you a chance to break away and gasp for air.
He was chuckling lowly as you coughed, smiling down at you proudly even though you weren't much of a sight right nowâ face swollen and wet with tears, red eyes (even worse than before), on your knees in the leaves and dirtâŠ
"Stand up," he ordered, and you gave him a confused look as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
"Huh?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Don't you wanna finish?"
He smiled wider. "That's cuteâ you were gonna swallow it, too, right? And you thought that would be enough?"
You started to feel particularly stupid as he yanked you up to your feet. There was a long, tense silence as he started touching you againâ running his hands slowly over your waist, your neck, your hipsâŠÂ
He started to slowly push your shirt up, but his eyes stayed trained on your face; you must have looked, for once, as nervous as you felt.
He hummed a little as he got your shirt high enough and tugged your bra down; your nipples hardened right away from the chilly breeze, and he toyed with them for a second with his thumbs before groping your chest more confidently with his whole handsâ god, they were big, and strong, just like the rest of him.
After unbuttoning your jeans for you, he turned you around quickly and pressed himself against your backside with a purr, slipping a hand down the front of your pants and into your panties. âMm,â he emphasized, cupping you and holding you tightly; still cuffed, the position made your hands grab onto his thighs through his pants.
He groaned as his fingers slid between your lips, and you let out a quiet whimper of your own. Â
"Oh, fuckâ look how wet you are, sweetie," he cooed beside your ear, starting to rub circles around your clit a bit too roughly. "You like sucking cock in the woods? Or is it the cuffs?"
You only whimpered a little as he held you tighter.
"Or," he continued, speaking even closer to your ear until his mustache tickled your skin, "is it whoring yourself for a man twice your age? Is that what gets you off, honey?"
He didn't wait too long for you to answerâ he must've known you weren't going toâ before he pulled his hand out of your pants and yanked the denim down. You felt cold and weird and stupid with your bare ass out in the woods; you swallowed down a lump in your throat when you heard Hop shoving his pants lower, too. "Do you have a condom?" you asked shakily.
"You think I bring condoms on patrol? What kind of cop do you think I am?"
My pants are around my thighs, Hop, I don't think you're exactly cleanâŠ
"No, baby, we don't need one anyways," he decided, rubbing his head around your flexing hole with a sigh. "God, it's so wetâŠ"
That was his last warning, if you can call it that, before pushing inside; and you accidentally grabbed onto his shirt when your fingers made fists, the sting of pain making your toes curl inside your shoes, too. You bit your lip so you wouldnât be too loud, though⊠you remembered, for a second, that Eddie would hear if you werenât careful. That made guilt churn your stomach even more than the Chiefâs hand coming down to spank your ass all of a sudden.
âDamn, sâtight,â he chuckled darkly, groaning as he picked up his pace and held your hips steady. âSweet fuckinâ pussy⊠yâlike it, sweetie, yâlike being fucked?â
Swallowing, you nodded. âY-yeah,â you panted softly.
âLouder, honey.â
âYeah, I like it,â you replied, a little more confident but not exactly ready to shout it out, either. âFeels goodâŠ"
"Bet you wanna cream all over me, huh, baby?"
Well, that would certainly make this more enjoyableâ but you didn't need to, really; the pain of the stretch had finally faded and honestly, you were surprised it happened so quickly. With how thick he was, you were prepared to struggle longer, but if anything your body was giving in, encouraging him, making your back arch deeper and your walls pulse whenever he filled you to the brim.
His hands reached around to cup your tits, and he moaned louder as he felt you up while he fucked you. When his fingers tweaked your nipplesâ not too hard, but still a startleâ you tensed up inside; and he noticed. âOh, theyâre sensitive, hm? Sweet girlâŠâ
Of course, he just did it repeatedly, and more aggressively, until your legs were shaking and you let out a pathetic whine. âChief, câmonâŠâ you pleaded nervously.
âChief? Donât need to be so formal, honey,â he laughed, leaning in a little closer. âJust call me Jim, okay?â
You really didnât wanna do that, and you were having a hard time getting much of anything out now anyways: heâd started fucking you harder, deeper, a lot faster⊠your head was spinning. At first youâd really just wanted to get this over with, but right now, you never wanted it to stop. It was so difficult to keep your thoughts straight, you almost told him that, before noticing what a stupid thing that would be to sayâ
âFuck, are you close?â he taunted.
âDonât stop!â you blurted out. âPlease donât stop, fuckâŠâ
He chuckled proudly, and yep, it was just as stupid a thing to say as you thought it would be; he sounded way too cocky now, and even the way he moved his hips seemed to be more⊠gloating, than before, if thatâs possible. âLittle slut,â he spat, though the insult sounded just as much like a compliment.
âFuck,â you whispered again.
âI get it, yâknowâ youâre young and you need a little rebellion,â he said, and in your current state it really didnât make any sense. âBut reeferâs not worth the trouble. Why donât you just let me fuck you when youâre feeling naughty?â
Right now, that didnât seem like too bad of an idea; you already got the sense this may not be the last time this happened, even if he didnât catch you smoking pot again. That feeling was already swelling up inside you, and your throat was dry from breathing heavilyâ and nearly sore from moaning, even though youâd been trying to fight it. Your eyes kept rolling back in your head even when they were shut, which they usually were until he brushed your hair aside with his hand and told you to look back at him.
And damn, he was a sight: that look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into you over and over. The curve of his cock stretched you in a way youâd never really felt before, his grip on you was so aggressive and his pace was overwhelming. He was right, it turns out, when he said that thing before about Eddie and how you needed a âreal manâ instead. You protested to that term, but compared to guys your age, this was entirely differentâ and better. And supremely fucked up. And the best dirty deal youâd ever made.
âI-Iâm close,â you finally admitted.
âI know,â he mumbled, âgo ahead, babyâ just come for me.â
It was the way he said it that shook you so much, unexpectedly gentle after so much gruff mocking; it still took you a few more minutes, but you ended up obeying his command pretty easily.
He felt it when you came, groaning through a smile and praising you in a low voice. You could even hear it, the sticky sound as your cunt soaked him, and he snarled as he looked down at itâ he grabbed your ass and pulled it out of the way so he could watch his cock fill your hole. âGod, thatâs perfect,â he announced, âyouâre so fucking cute.â
Not really the adjective I was expecting after I came on your dick, but I guess Iâll take it.
âWanna make you do it again,â he admitted, making you swallow nervously, âbut we donât have much more time⊠and Iâm so goddamn close, fuck, youâre just so tight, honeyâŠâ
You whimpered and bit your lip, your post-orgasm haze working overtime to keep your shame at bayâ but the clarity was due any second now, and it was hard to ignore who this was when he kept moaning louder and louder, sighing your name, touching you and running his hand down your back and promising to fill you with his loadâ
Wait, heâs gonna do what?
"Pull out," you whimpered. "Fuckâ pull outâŠ"
He only held on tighter to your hips, driving into you deeper as his head fell back in a grunt.
"Hop, pull out!" you yelped, only for a thick, clammy hand to cover your mouth as he bent down behind youâ his forehead rested on the back of your shoulder, each hot breath fanning over your skin.
"God, sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, "need thisâ fuck, so goodâŠ"
You struggled harder, but all your strength was useless compared to him holding you there, keeping you exactly how he wanted you.
"Ah, fuckâ you don't need to fight it, baby, s'gonna be so good⊠your pussy's milking me, c'mon, it's what she wantsâ she wants to be filled up, I can tell. You want it, baby? You want me to come? Fuck I'm so closeâŠ"
He grunted a few more times before he suddenly stoppedâ his hips pressed forward until he couldnât go possibly any deeper, then even just a little more after that; he held you tight as a tear ran down over his hand on your face. Relaxing with a heavy exhale, his grip loosened on you slightly but you were far too weak to fight it now, so you just stayed there: bent over, still crying slightly, with a panting and heavy man just behind you (and inside you) catching his breath.
âFuck,â he said again, pulling out quickly and letting you go; you didnât realize how weak your legs were until you had to hold onto the van to stay up, awkwardly lowering your bare, sore bottom onto the small lip of the back bumper so you wouldnât just fall to the ground.
You were pretty out of it for a minute; the smell of cigarette smoke brought you back to reality, and you looked at Hopper, having a smoke as he looked out into the woods. He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow. âYâwant one?â he offered, and you nodded. Â
Fishing the pack out of his pocket, he shook out a cigarette for you, holding it for you to lean forward and capture with your lips. After lighting it for you, he watched you take a long drag and sigh.
âIâll take you out of the cuffs in a minute,â he promised, but youâd already kind of forgotten about them.
He did, though; help you out of them, that is, and you were able to get your clothes back in order on your own after that. You wondered if you should say something, or if he should. What was there to say? Thanks for the bribe? Nice cock? Pleasure doing business with you?
So, he didnât say anything, and neither did you. Until just as he was starting to walk away, and you noticed his flashlight had fallen from his belt onto the ground.Â
âWait,â you said, leaning down to grab it, and when you stood up to hand it back to him, you saw something strange in his expression. You wondered, for a second, if heâd been hoping for more when you said that. âYou dropped this.â
He took the flashlight and nodded at you. âThanks,â he said, and you took the last drag of your lended cigarette as you nodded; watching him leave, you dropped the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with your shoe.
For some reason, you waited a little longer after he left to get back in the vanâs passenger side. Eddie didnât look at you when you got in, and you didnât say anything; he just started the van silently and began the drive back to the trailer park. You were halfway there when you decided you should let him know, âyouâre not going to jail.â
âI know,â he replied.
Aemond can brand me any dayđ
Imagine Aemond is so possessive that he removes your eye so you two can match. Or he carves his name into your skin with his dagger while he's fucking you or just cuts out your eye while fucking you too yikes lmaođ
I'm not gonna write it but someone shouldđ
đđđđđ«đŠđđđĄ - Paddy x Augustin
i'm on that paddy/augustin bullshit and i HAD to write a little fic about them. ugh, i can't with these two. and like, the show should've shown us what happened after Augustin got back like?!?!? a missed opportunityđ đ»
Warnings: spoilers for episode 6 of S.A.S.!!!, angst, and hurt/comfort my belovedđ„°
word count | 0.9k (short n' sweet)đ€đ»

Augustin was exhausted, drained, hopelessâŠbetrayed.Â
He thought he knew his men, he really did. Paddy kept saying that his German ally would turn on him, and he ended up being right. Though, it wasnât Essner like he thought it would be.Â
It took them all by surprise, a very deadly surprise. He was surprised he even made it out unscathed, nothing but a couple light burn marks on his back. It was only the adrenaline that got him out of that enemy camp. It was hard to be thankful when all his men, people he had known since the war even started, all were dead.Â
Survivorâs guilt already weighed heavy on the Frenchmanâs shoulders.
He already dreaded what would happen when he got back to camp, alone and unsuccessful in the mission. How would everyone react? How would Paddy react? Maybe heâd kill him right on the spot. He wouldn't put it past him, knowing how quick he was to anger. If that twisted roulette game he played just to prove a point was any indication, Augustin was probably in for a world of hurt. But at this point, it was hard to care what would happen to himself now.
By the time he made it back to camp, Augustin was dehydrated, his muscles were throbbing in pain, his lips bloody from how chapped they got in the desert sun, skin blistered from the coarse sand and sunburnt; he was in a bad way. He heard shouts from his comrades before falling to the desert floor, his vision going dark.
When Augustin finally regained consciousness, he jolted upright with a fearful expression before he heard soft shushes from beside him, a firm but reassuring hand on his shoulder. He tried not to look so surprised when he saw it was Paddy that was sitting at his bedside, looking over him in subtle concern. âTook quite a tumble out there, Frenchie.â Paddy spoke in his familiar Irish accent, sitting back in his chair.
Augustin wouldâve rolled his eyes at the nickname if it werenât for his splitting headache he had coming on, his mouth was so dry, discomfort written all over his face. Paddy seemed to instantly take notice as he handed him a glass of water, the Frenchman immediately taking big gulps, letting out a loud exhale of relief as he felt the lukewarm liquid travel down his throat pleasantly. âHow long have I been asleep?â Augustin asked hesitantly, almost too afraid to know the answer.
âJust half a day. Lads took care of ya real quick after you made it back, gettinâ ya out of the sun, tending to your burns.â
Augustin nodded in acknowledgement, awkwardly taking a few more sips from his glass, his body feeling way too stiff and uncomfortable, from the burns and the Irishmanâs intense gaze on him.
âSo, ya gonna tell me what happened?â Paddy gave him an expectant look, almost smug, like he knew what already had taken place. He wasnât being subtle with the way he was just longing to utter the words I told you so. He had made his concerns quite clear, and Augustin felt like a fool to not take his words seriously before it was too late.
Augustin sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up higher on his face. âIt wasnât EssnerâŠâ
Paddy nodded, the corner of his lips quirking up into a smirk. âTweedle Deutsche. He was my second choice.â
Augustin growled in frustration, glaring at the Irishman with disdain. âMust you make a joke about everything? My men died!â
âItâs not my fault you didnât take my advice. I told you-â
âDonât!â Augustin yelled, throwing his empty water glass across the tent, making Paddyâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the glass shatter echoing throughout the area. âDonâtâŠâ Augustinâs voice dropped to a whisper, angry tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to spill over, doing exactly that only when his hid his face in his hands, an embarrassed blush spreading across his face and neck when he couldnât keep himself from letting out soft sobs and his hands only doing so much to muffle them. âYou were right, PaddyâŠYou were right and I didnât listen and now my men are deadâŠMaybe I shouldâve died with them.âÂ
âDonât say that.â Paddy quickly spoke, but Augustin only looked up from his hands when he felt his cot shift, seeing the Irishman take an awkward seat next to his legs, resting a hand on his knee in an attempt to be reassuring, but both men were acutely aware that reassurance wasnât and would never be Paddyâs forte. âNoâŠit wasnât your fault. It was that Nazi ratâs fault for being a dirty traitor.â He spat, his accent becoming much thicker when he was angry.
Augustin couldnât resist letting out a weak chuckle, wiping away some of his fallen tears. âI appreciate you trying to make me feel better, Paddy. But I know when I need to take responsibility for my actions.â
âTry not to dwell on it is all the advice I can give you, but I know how hard that is.â Paddy's gaze turned forlorn as he thought back to Eoin, knowing his actions back then was the reason he was dead. âImpossible, reallyâŠI am sorry about your men though. They were good men, despite being French.â Paddy joked, but his words held no malice as they normally did, a very good possibility it was for Augustinâs sake though heâd never admit it. âAnd for what itâs worthâŠIâm glad you made it out alive.â
Augustin grinned, his confidence returning, it only for a moment. âAw, have you started to care about me, Paddy Mayne?â
âOi, donât push your luck, tadpole.â

i request more of them in the next season plz
i think i drooled on myself a little bit
Little Witch

HERE WE FUCKING GO! The hype behind this fic has been PHENOMENAL! But hereâs the Osferth fic I promised you all. After all the teasers and crumbs I gave you from this, you should be pretty hype!
This fic reached 9k words! I went overboard with it and I regret NOTHING.
Warnings: SMUT (obviously), loss of virginity (osferth), A bit of angst, oral (both), breeding kink, talks of marriage, talks of 69âŠ, Just Osferth being Osferth
Your wrists were bound together by rope that was currently being held tight by one of the men that had taken you hostage. You forgot his name. Sihtric, maybe? You could care less. You were just grateful that the men had stopped for the night and had you sitting by the fire with them.
âSo, witch, why is Haesten so enamored with you?â asked the leader of them all, Uhtred.
âI do not know. Haesten stole me from my home where I was at peace, minding my own business. He had no right to take me, same as you.â you spat, venom dripping from the words you directed at your captor. He sighed heavily.
âIf you think I wanted to take you, then you are wrong, witch. This is only a necessary precaution. But I know that Haesten would not take you for no reason. What exactly are your powers?â
âStop calling me âwitchâ, Dane killer. I have a name. Y/N. Use it.â you barked before looking up at the stars and letting your voice soften.âI see things. That is why he took me.â
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đđđđšđŠđ©đđ§đŹđ - Aemond Targaryen
FINE. FINE. Fuck sake, fine. Jeezus christ, y'all are like rabid dogsđ Alright, this is the only time I'll give in to peer pressure lmao. I tried to make this just as fucked up as the last one so here ya go. Please mind the warnings.
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), NONCON, Dark!Aemond, incest, painful loss of virginity, sadism, humiliation, breeding kink, violence, slapping, choking, bad bad Aemond
word count | 3.2Kđ€đ»
part one | part three

Pain; the first feeling you felt when you woke up. And wind, strong wind. The smell of rain...and dragon.
Your vision was hazy, the left side completely black, void, empty. You could barely see your surroundings. You could sense the clouds passing by, flying through them. You could see a large wingspan on a dragon, so it certainly wasn't yours. What was going on?
Then you heard him, his laugh, and it all came flooding back to you so hard a migraine shot through your skull. You groaned, attempting to reach your hand to your head, only to find it restrained. You tried to speak, but you were quickly shushed. "It's okay, niece, we're almost home." Home...Dragonstone? But before you could ask, you blacked out once again.
Aemond couldn't wait to get you all to himself. After your lovely performance at Storm's End, he decided he couldn't restrain himself any longer. Ever since seeing how you grew up into a fine lady, he decided he had to have you.
Before he would've killed you without hesitation, you were just a bastard after all, would be of little consequence. But he always wanted that moment to be special, in battle perhaps? He thought over and over how he'd do it. He would take both your eyes first, cutting off your head and presenting it to his family on a silver platter, and making your eyes into gifts for his mother. But now, he had much greater plans for you. All that was left was for you to finally wake up.
Aemond perked up immediately after hearing you stir in your sleep, the size of his bed making you look almost as small as a child. Though you, you had no recollection of how you managed to be where you were. It wasn't your bed, your room, it didn't even look like anywhere in Dragonstone. The smell was entirely different as well, you couldn't smell the sea anymore. That pain in your skull was still there, it hadn't dimmed since when you felt it. You wondered if it would ever go away.
The room was warm, a lit fireplace coating the area with orange and yellow hues, only accentuating the already golden walls. Then you finally recognized it, that faint metallic smell mixed with wine and musk. You were in King's Landing.
You tried to sit up in the bed you were in, only for a sharp piercing pain to shoot through your entire body and force you to lay still. The throbbing in your head was almost unbearable, you could hear the thumping in your ears, so loud you almost didn't notice the sound of a chair moving closer to you.
Tears came to your eye as soon as you saw your uncle sitting across from you, a smug smirk on his face as he looked over your weak form. "The worst of it only lasts for about three days. The pain started to dull after that."
You frowned, your throat tightening and trying to keep in a sob threatening to escape. "I did what you wanted, uncle. I gave you an eye. I paid my debt, so why am I here?"
Aemond chuckled darkly. "Yes. Yes, you did. But you owed that debt ever since you took your blade to my eye all those years ago, that was just between us. We're at war now, who would I be if I just allowed a traitor to try and take my brother's throne? You're lucky my brother, the King, didn't execute you as soon as I brought you here. It's what you would've deserved."
You felt an all consuming anger fill you, if you had the strength you would have taken your uncle's remaining eye. "I'm not the one who's a traitor. Prince Aegon is the one who usurped the throne. My mother, the Queen, will have each and every one of your family's heads for this treachery."
"Hmm." He smiled. "We shall see. Until then, you remain our hostage. Let's see how much your mother cares about you more than the throne."

A week. It had been a week of playing hostage for the Greens, no sign of your mother coming to rescue you. No sign of hope. You really should've just left Storm's End as soon as you saw that Aemond was there too, now you were at his mercy. You were treated as though he had brought a stray home, only able to keep it if he was the one to take care of it. It was dehumanizing, you just hoped your dragon was treated better than you.
You could never get a read on Aemond, not even when he was a child. You felt like you were chained to a rabid animal, not knowing if or when he was going to lash out. You felt his anger just beneath the surface of his otherwise calm and collected exterior, only seeing glimpses of what you could be exposed to whenever you talked back to him disrespectfully, his eye lighting up with malice and eagerness that he never expressed but it always chilled you to the bone to see it. It was the same look he gave you when you allowed him to take your eye, a dangerous playfulness that you would never want to explore.
One silver lining was that your uncle was right, the pain from your lost eye dimmed slightly. There were now times in your day when you felt like you wouldn't throw up from the pain anymore. You had your own living quarters, albeit with a many number of locks and bars on the door so you wouldn't escape, like you even could in your state.
It was always a roulette game whenever it came to if Aemond would visit you or not. If not the servants, he would be the one to bring you food. Sometimes he'd just show up unannounced and you were left wondering if it was finally time to die at his hands. You were constantly on edge, almost wishing you could go ahead and die already. Put an end to your suffering and your mother's hesitance on what she should do about you. You just wanted some pin to drop, you hated waiting and wondering what would happen, hated being afraid.
If you appreciated irony in awful situations, you would've thought the gods finally answered your prayers. It was night and you were restless, looking out at King's Landing on your balcony. You longed for your home, you missed your brothers, you missed your mother, you missed riding your dragon. You could faintly hear the calls of your dragon all the way from the Dragonpit, sad mewls that told you he felt the same.
"My brother says if your dragon doesn't quiet down he'll cut off his head and serve it to you."
You scowled as you heard Aemond's voice from behind you, the wind flowing through the tower not able to ever give you chills the way his voice managed to. "Then he'd be a dragon slayer as well as a usurper." You snarked, your knuckles turning pale as you gripped the balcony ledge tightly.
Your body froze as you suddenly felt warmth from behind you, trying to not let a shudder run through you as you felt Aemond's breath on your neck. "You surely are disrespectful for someone who's supposed to be our hostage." He voiced lowly, his tone making you dig your nails into your palms.
"I believe I have every right to be disrespectful to the cunts who kidnapped me." You smirked briefly as you thought how Daemon would be proud of you for saying that, but that smirk quickly got wiped off your face as your uncle turned you around harshly to force you to face him.
"Do you have a death wish, girl?" He seethed, one of his hands coming to gently grip your throat.
"Yes, kill me, uncle. That's what you've always wanted, right? My eye wasn't enough for you, was it? So, do it. Throw me off this tower, feed me to Vhagar, whatever you want. Just let me go. Let the war wage on so my family can kill yours." You spat in his face, just below his remaining eye.
He slowly wiped away the spit, his lips upturned in a sneer, staring down at you like he was actually considering it. You were almost shocked he didn't kill you right then and there, but what did was when he swiftly leaned forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You instantly pushed him away and landed a punch to his jaw, causing him to stumble back with a dark smirk. "No, I wouldn't kill you. Not yet, not until I've had my fun with you."
You didn't understand his meaning, thinking you must've knocked the sense out of hum, until he grabbed you roughly by your wrists, dragging you inside and throwing you on your bed. You tried to scurry away, but he grabbed your leg and yanked you back to him. "No, Aemond, stop-!" You shouted angrily, trying to kick at him, but he was too strong to get away from.
He chuckled, only amused by your resistance. "I've waited so long, I've been patient. Well, I'm finally exhausted of this game, dear niece. I'm going to fuck you, maybe you'll learn to respect me, respect all of us after I'm done with you."
Your eyes widened, your fight or flight instinct kicking in. You tried to flee, but that didn't work, so now you had to fight.
Aemond let out a pained grunt as you kicked him as hard as you could in his stomach, allowing a gap long enough to run to your doors, only to find them locked. "Help!" You screeched as you pound your fists on the wood, hoping and praying that someone would hear you. You screamed as Aemond grabbed you, dragging you back to your bed.
"Okay, that's enough of that." He spoke emotionlessly. You kept trying to fight him, only stopping when you suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot through your skull. He had slapped you, on your left side where your wound was still healing. It made everything turn dark for a brief moment, the ringing in your ears so loud you couldn't hear anything.
The world around you was blurry, the ringing subsiding enough that you could hear the fabric of your nightgown ripping down the center, exposing you to your uncle's view. You watched helplessly as he started to shed his clothing eagerly, his eye memorizing every curve and detail on your body. You started to cry as his cock sprung out of the confines of his trousers, the size only scaring you into thinking that it was going to split you in half. "Aemond...uncle, please." You begged, closing your legs as tightly as you could and covering your chest with your arms.
Aemond only smiled, easily kicking your legs apart and situating himself between them.
"Please, don't. I've never been with anyone, please."
"Oh, I know it, sweet niece. That's why I want to do this now, while you're still pure. Aegon has made his jokes about being the one to take your maidenhead, but I just couldn't have that. You're mine to claim, only mine." You gagged as he thrust his fingers into your mouth, trying to turn your head away. "Spit. Do it, or do you want your first time to be as painful as possible?" You finally relented, coating his fingers with your saliva, watching him bring it down to lube up his cock and your cunt, letting out a whimper as he lined himself up with your entrance.
You let out a loud sob as Aemond pushed into you, filling you to the hilt. The stretch was so painful, you felt like you were going to die. You couldn't imagine why anyone would enjoy something like this. "It hurts, Aemond." You whimpered, trying to push him off you but he wouldn't budge, his cock stayed firmly settled inside you and you wondered if the pain would ever go away.
Aemond let out a groan as your walls clenched around him, watching with an amused smirk as you so desperately tried to expel the painful intrusion. "So tight. You feel better than I could've possibly imagined, sweet niece." You cried out once again as Aemond started to move, pulling back out just to ram himself back in again. You whined out his name, but that only seemed to spur him on further. "This will go a lot easier if you just give in." He took your arms and pinned them into the bed on either side of your head, showing no semblance of mercy as he started to thrust into you.
"Uncle, stop-!" You sobbed, trying to thrash about and fight him as much as you could, feeling your tears fall on one side of your face as the ache in your core reverberated throughout your whole body, a migraine in your head making no sign that it would go away soon.
You flinched as you felt Aemond's warm, wet tongue lick up the side of your face, capturing your tears with a satisfied him. "Are those tears of pleasure or pain, sweetling?" He chuckled sadistically.
"Fuck you!" You screamed, headbutting him and immediately coming to regret it as more pain shot through your head, your vision going blotchy and dark again. Then you kept feeling shocks of pain, again and again as Aemond slapped you, until you felt hot thick liquid travel down the left side of your face. Your bandages were removed and you could feel Aemond's breath on your throbbing wound. You cried loudly as you felt his fingers run around your empty socket, the pain unbearable.
"Why must you make this so difficult for yourself, hm?" Aemond then brought his fingers to your mouth, forcing you to taste the coppery substance as he fucked into you harder, the sounds of your cries and his moans filling the room. "Gods, your cunt feels so heavenly. I never should've waited this long, wouldn't you agree?" He asked, knowing he'd never get an answer.
You were so out of it, the pain subsided slightly only for you to wish you could only feel the pain as you started to cry out from pleasure. You didn't want to feel good, you didn't want to give your uncle the satisfaction, but your body was betraying you. You no longer felt the pain of the stretch in your cunt, you now only felt how Aemond's cockhead kept hitting a place inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch.
Soon enough, the room started to be filled with the sounds of your intimate union. Wet, slapping sounds coming from where Aemond's cock met your cunt, your slick starting to coat your inner thighs and his pelvis. "So wet, dear niece? I always knew you were a whore just like your traitorous mother. Fucks, feels so good." He moaned, leaning down to kiss up your jaw, trailing over every bit of skin until he reached your wound. "Perhaps, if you survive this whole ordeal, we can get you a jewel to replace your eye? Whatever you desire; although, I would prefer to see you with a sapphire."
Just the thought of being forced to match your uncle made you cringe. You never wanted to be anything like him, but it was already too late for that.
The lewd sounds that your body was making, along with Aemond's deep groans made shocks of pleasure shoot through you, much more agreeable than the pain you had only been feeling up to this point. It frightened you how it just kept building and building, like you would explode if it never stopped. But you didn't want it to end, you wanted to chase that feeling to see where it led. You threw your head back against the mattress as Aemond started to lick and nip at your nipples, hardening from the pleasure of his cock. "Finally enjoying yourself, sweet niece?" He growled, biting the skin at the juncture of your neck roughly, causing you to wince but it oddly enough made the pleasure that much more intense.
"Please..." You begged, but you didn't know for what. You wanted him to stop, but you needed him to keep going. "Oh, gods." You moaned, writhing beneath him as he started to play with your clit, soon feeling an overwhelming euphoria wash over you, making you completely forget about the pain.
"Come on, princess. Let go for me." Aemond urged, pinching your clit and thrusting into you as hard as he could until you were spasming beneath him, your legs shaking and high pitched whines escaping your lips. "That's it, that's it." He cooed, kissing all over your face until you came down from your high. "See? All you had to do was relax, don't you feel so much better?" He smiled softly.
Your tears of embarrassment and shame kept rolling down your face as Aemond continued to chase his own high, sitting up on his knees and digging his fingers into your love handles for purchase. If you weren't so pissed off, you would have thought he looked angelic with his silvery hair sticking to his face and his body shining with sweat, but you knew better. He was no angel. He was a dragon, and dragons always took what they wanted with no care or concern for others. You were just another one of his conquests.
He kept using and using you, violently chasing his own peak of pleasure until you were whining with overstimulation. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon. You want my cum, bastard?" He growled. "Want me to sire you a bastard as well?" He chuckled darkly as you shook your head weakly. "If you think this is the only time I'll be fucking this sweet cunt, you'd be sorely mistaken, niece. I'm going to keep you in this bed, all day and all night. You're going to be swollen with my child eventually, that or you're barren. But we can't have that, can we? Your whore mother might be okay with having bastards, damaging the Targaryen name, but I'm not. I'll have my mother agree to marry us. Maybe that will stop this tedious war on both sides."
You did not like the sound of that. No matter how out of it you were, you'd never agree to marry your sadistic uncle. But he talked like it wasn't up for discussion. "Stop, please." You whined, limp in his arms and unable to fight anymore.
Aemond growled, leaning down to wrap one of his hands around your throat, squeezing until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you could feel your hammering pulse against his skin. "Mine. All mine." He groaned as his cock twitched inside you, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated and erratic until he suddenly stilled. An uncharacteristic whimpery moan escaped his lips as his seed filled you, his face contorting in an expression of pure bliss that made your insides clench despite yourself.
You finally felt like you could catch your breath as Aemond pulled out, flopping down beside you elegantly, a content smirk on his lips as he glanced at your numb, tearstained face. "Don't warry, niece, it only gets better from here. I suggest you learn to accept it, because I am neverânever letting you go."

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