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aemond targaryen x strong!reader
chapter two chapter three
"You look better like this," he says, his voice low and raspy.
You flinch, swatting his hand away from your face. He runs his hand over your cheek and then suddenly your head is knocked back into another direction, your cheeks swells. Without warning, he grabs a fist full of your hair, your chin rises upwards.
You find yourself in the RedKeep, keeping the bed warm for the one eyed prince.
Warnings: violence, fingering?afab reader, only description is long dark hair, Starvation. Stockholm syndrome(eventual)cnc,dub con,sa
Word count: 7k
There's a pregnant pause and then a soft gurgling noise. A burning ash smell fills the air in the expanse of the riverlands, you stay nestled between the walls of the keep, smoke rises from the grounds, a loud marching of what you can only hope is the Strong soldiers that come to save the few around Harrenhal. Maybe the Castle was cursed as people believed it to be. The death toll had only added up after Harren Black and his sons had withered away in the dragonfire. First the attack from Daemon and his army, then the Targaryens had only abandoned Harrenhal is such fleeting moments, You believed there was more death to come. Only years had passed since your brother and fathers death when you were Two and Ten, Larys had only hidden you away after he was confirmed heir for Harrenhal after Lord Simon Strong (your great Uncle) would pass.ย
How you wish he could see the destruction of his hold after he had executed your Family for treason ,although the castle had been withering away under the rain for years. Laryโs mendacious nature had you squirming under his tend, knowing he would set you with a match that would only make your skin crawl, when the time had come.ย
The stench of Dragon fire comes closer, and you slide down the cool wet stone wall of Harrenhal, hand over your mouth, you sweep the length of your dress closer to your body, you find yourself in a precarious situation, wedged into the many nooks the building had to offer. You gaze down at the mossy grass, the sky darkens in a cloak of ash and you almost believe it to be over, then the rainfall had come, sweeping the castle into a darker shade, it washed the blood away from the walls.ย
Aemond stood at the edge of the ruins, His lone eye surveying the wreckage that stood before him. The aftermath of dragon fire had been a sight to behold, even after he had witnessed it so many times. His eye catches upon a lone figure in the distance; close to the edge of the keep upon the mountain, hidden away just out of sight, so intriguing. A flash of a Light green gown, rustling against the stone brick after a crack of lighting befell the castle. The sight had provoked him after bearing witness to the slaughter of all who laid here at Harrenhal.ย
His long fingers traced the hilt of his dagger, he drew it close to his body as stalked towards the keep, passing the rubble and cadavers that lay upon the bloodied grass. He moved silently, his eye drawing in on his prey, he was a Predator after all. Before you knew it you were unknowingly cornered, He came to the nook where you had hid yourself, โcome out, I know you're there,โ He called out, voice low and dark.ย
You clench your hand closer to your face, squeezing over your nose to still your breathing, fingers digging into flesh. It wasn't safe for you to come out, not yet. Not when you were unsure of who had called for you.You sniffled, raindrops running down your face.ย
Aemond found his patience wearing thin. He could hear your shallow breaths, heart so loud he was sure he could hear the beating rhythm of your heartbeat thump against your ribcage. The tension builded in the air;thick and stuffy. He steps closer to the nook, your eyes widening as his boots crunched against what was left of the desecrated building.ย
โI wonโt ask again,โ He said, Lifting his dagger away from his body, โCome out, or I will do it myself. I doubt you will enjoy that very much.โ
You rise slowly at his words, feeling like a fresh doe on your legs, you peek your head round the corner. His eyes meet yours, gaze unwavering as you reveal yourself. Your eyebrow raises in a piqued interest and you slowly slide yourself out the nook you had buried yourself against. He was not a Member of the strong army, But he wasn't part of the queens.
โThe king's army?โ You sigh, โDaemon isn't here, they've left in the midst of your warโ Your eyes gaze upon his face, meeting the horrific scar that ran from his brow to the bottom of his cheekbone, You feel his strong gaze on your own face, his lone eye roaming over your figure, you wonder if he remembers your watchful eye at the Red Keep, those years ago as he trained with a sword.ย
Aemoned chuckled softly, he stepped closer towards your form, dagger clutched in his right hand as he assessed you. He could see the slight tremble in your form, a small inclination of fear within your eyes. โYouโre observant, Iโll give you that,โ His tone was cool and neutral. He takes another step forward, muscles flexing under his leather as he raises the blade to your chin, tilting your face to meet his eye.ย
โIโm flattered, but it doesn't take a genius to know that this, is your blood-shed.โ You feel the edge of the blade against your skin, it's cool in the humidity of the storm, Your hands run along the frills of your soft cotton dress, now wet.ย
โYou're a smart one, are you?โHe chuckles dryly, he moves the dagger away from your chin, it slides down the expanse of your neck, hanging around your collar bones for a moment too long. โMouthy too.โ He steps even closer, body heat radiating off him like Hot fire on a cold day. โThatโll get you in troubleโย
โAnd yet I'm the last standing amongst this battlefieldโ. You pull away from his danger, swinging your body in the direction of the surrounding walls. โThough there wasn't much left to standโ
Aemonds lips curl into a smirk. โCocky tooโ, He muses. He sheaths his dagger back into the scabbard, it makes you feel some sense of disappointment to be known now as not a threat. โYouโre not wrongโ he concedes, the scent of ash and fire fills the air as he chases your body with his own. โBut don't forget, you are alive because i allow itโ
You smirk, feet stepping over bodies and slabs of stone from the wreckage โwell, I suppose it's time for me to leave, It was wonderful meeting you.โ You nod your head.ย
Aemondโs eyes widened in surprise as you began to descend the hill, his hand shooting out to grab your arm, grip firm and bruising. โOh no, youโre not going anywhereโ He commands with irritation, he spins you around forcing your back into the mossy stone wall, leaning in close trapping you against himself โIโm not done with youโ
โGosh, men really are all the same. You think I have to listen to your orders because you believe you hold more power over me? You may be a prince but i won't take an order from one who's lost an eye to a childโ
Aemond's face enrages at your words as you smirk. His grip on your arm only grows tighter, and you struggle to breathe through the pain,His eye narrowed at your insolence.ย
โWatch your tongue or i'll have itโ He pushes you further against the wall, body flush against yours, his breath warms as he speaks. โI don't take kindly to being disrespected like that, especially not by mouthy wenches like you.โย
You laugh in his grip, โMouthy wench? If my brother was dead I'd be set to inherit the very ground you stand onโ you sigh, eyes gazing away from him to look upon the grounds. โTo bad you torched it โ
His eye widens at the revelation, grip tightening even further, you're surprised you can still feel your hand. He leans in closer, face mere inches from your own, โYouโre a highborn?โ He studies your face for an inkling of a lie, but only truth prevails. โAnd yet, you're hiding in the ruins like a commonerโ He mocks.
โOnly because you slaughtered my family and army, Did my brother Laryโs Strong give you the order?โ You almost wince as you say his name, it had been so long since you had seen your brother, now he was a Lord working under the new king.ย
His gaze hardens at the mention of Laryโs, eyes filled with spite. โI'm not a lapdog, I'm the prince. And yet you speak with such disdain for your own brother, why?โ he queries.ย
You smooth back your hair, Aemond steps back finally giving you room to breathe. โHe wishes to marry me off to the next man he can, I suppose I'm trouble for him.โย
โMarry you off, eh?โ there's a hint of a smirk on his face, you watch as his white hair blows against the wind. โWho does your brother think is worthy for your handโ
You shrug, hands wrapping against your body. โIt's not he who has to be worthy, But I, I'm sure he would sell me to a Peasant farmer if he could, for free no less.โ you sneer at the thought, the smell of sweat and shit.ย
Aemonds chuckles darkly at your words, his eye roams over the soft features of your face. He reaches to brush a strand of dark hair behind your ear. You flinch. The sentiment is oddly gentle in comparison to the mere moments ago where he had held a dagger against your jugular.ย
โFiery, most Highborn girls would throw themself at the opportunity to marry a princeโ he mumbles โand yet you resist?โ
โResist? You act as though you haven't killed my family and destroyed everything I have ever known, all because of the boy who took your eye, the one you accuse of being a bastard son to my brother!โ you grit your teeth together in destain. โand yet you ask for my hand? As what? A prize? Or a warning to the people that resist you?โย
His eyes darken, jaw clenching at your words, he grabs you by your shoulders forcing you to look him in the eye, his touch feels like fire, itchy and spreads up into a red heat across your cheeks. โYou think this is about revenge? This war is more than you and your familyโ His grip tightens, Face mere inches away from yours. โBesides, I have no interest in taking a spoiled, defiant women as my wifeโ
โThen let me goโ You spit.
He glares at you with rage, โYou think it's that easy?โ His voice is laced with sarcasm, โjust let you go, You think I can simply let you go after all this?โ he pauses as he steps closer to you.ย
โYou won't wed me, you won't kill me, you won't let me go, what do you want with me? To make me a slave? A prisoner?โย
"A slave? A prisoner?" he repeated, his voice low. "No, nothing so cruel." He leaned closer, his body now fully pressed against yours, the heat of him almost burning through your clothes. "I have much more... interesting use in mind for you"
โGods, you disgust meโ
"Oh, do I now?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "And yet, here you are, trembling under my touch. Tell me, is it fear that makes your heart race?"ย
โIt is my hatred for youโ you scoff.
"Your hatred, is it?" he said, his fingers tracing a path down your collarbone. " I can almost feel the heat of it, the fire burning inside of you." He leaned in again, his breath hot against your ear. "But fire can be tamed, just like a dragon.โ
โIโd rather die than let you touch meโ,you push your weight on to him, he eases giving you enough room to sprint for the gates; an exit. You nearly trip against your feet as you run.ย
He curses, hand on his dagger as he runs after you, his longer legs catching up, he pulls you into a bruising grip. Dagger against your throat. Aemond chuckles as you struggle.
โYou thought you could escape me, did you?" he said, his breath hot against your ear. "How naive of you." He steers you towards the open field, unbecomered by wreckage.ย
โTegon, Vhager,Tegon!โ (land), Aemond spits out.ย
There is a large flapping of wings, The sound claps loudly like a Bomb exploding, you hide your face in your hands as air and dirt rises into your face, The great dragon lands, dirt and stone crumbling under its feet from the weight. He tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you closer to the dragon that has landed before them. The beast roars, its scales glinting in the sunlight.
"Now behave yourself. We're going for a little ride."
"What! No" You kick your feet into the dirt, Struggling in his grip, nails scratching at your attacker.ย
Aemond grits his teeth at the feel of your nails on his skin, the sharp pain causing him to tighten his grip on you even more. "Stop struggling!" he snaps, "You're only making this harder for yourself."He forcibly pushes you forward, towards the dragon, dust rising as your feet scrape along the floor. "Get on Vhagar,"
โPlease, No, I beg you, let me goโย
โPlease no,โ he pouts mockingly. โyouโre coming with me whether you want to or not.โhe pulls you closer to Vhager, heat radiates of her scales, โClimb, or i'll throw you over the back myselfโย
You shake your head at his command. He grits his teeth. Aemond's patience was wearing thin, yet again. He let out a frustrated growl, his hand tightening around your arm to the point of pain. You yelp. "You're testing my limits, you little wench," he snarled. "Get on. The. Dragon. Now!"
He pushed you closer to the Vhager, her eyes watching you closely, huffing billows of smoke out her nose, He almost shoved you up her side "I won't tell you again."
โNo, I won't go with you!โ
He raises his other hand and grabs your hair, giving it a sharp tug, you yelp at the pain,hot heat on your scalp, you look back at him. His nostrils flaring."That's it," he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. "You're leaving me no choice." He grabs you around the waist and hoists you up onto the dragon's back, ignoring your protests.
โFuck youโ you spit at him. He climbs onto the dragon, his form pressed tight against your back, you flex your shoulders, flinching away as his arm grabs around your wrists.
โHold on tightโ His breath is hot on your neck.
โPlease just let me goโ Aemond smirked as he easily bound your wrists together with the cord, securing your hands in front of you.
"Oh, I doubt that very much," he said, his voice low and amused. "You've proven to be quite the disobedient little wench." He pulled you against him, his chest pressed firmly against your back. "No, I think it's best if I keep you bound and under my control." Your eyes widen.
โGods, youโre a whoreโย
โnaejot se jฤdar, Vhagarโ (to the sky) The dragon's wings beat powerfully as they took to the air, the wind whipping around you both. Ground growing distant below them. He chuckles at your insult. โI might have to gag you as well if you keep up with that languageโย
Your eyebrows raise at his words, โyou wouldn't dare!โ
"Oh, wouldn't I?" he said, his voice a low growl.His hands slid up your body, his touch almost possessive. "Perhaps a strip of cloth over your pretty little mouth might help you keep that sharp tongue under control or maybe something else~" He pulls your chin to look up at him.
You shake at his words, โI wouldn't touch you if you were the last man in this realmโ you bite your tongue โI'd rather throw myself from this dragonโ Aemond's fingers dig into your skin. He chuckled darkly, chest rumbling against your back.
ย "Oh,you have quite the mouth on you, don't you?"His tone mocking. "Throw yourself from this dragon? What a shame that would be. All those beautiful bones and curves dashed against the ground." He ran his fingers through your wet hair, his touch almost gentle. "But I wouldn't let that happen."
It feels like mere hours, you look towards the open skies, the sight of Kings Landing coming to view as you part from the storm. Aemonds eye follows your gaze as you notice the red keep come into view, the sight blurred from your defiant tears. Vhagarโs great wings clap against the air as they begin their descent into the pit. You begin to understand the gravity of your situation.ย
Vhagar lands, dust settling mere moments afterwards, Aemond climbs off the dragon pulling you with him. The cord only employs extra security of your restraint. Your wrists pull against the cord only tightening the harsh rope. Your gaze hardens as you stare at him, hiccuping as tears run down your face. Without warning his hoists you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulders.ย
You thrash around, his hold still firm ignoring your wiggling. He carries on down different hallways, each step closer to the throne room. โOne eyed Cuntโ you whisper. He stills, hands gripping firmly at your flesh. Growling as the knights open the door to the great hall.
โNow be good and keep that mouth shutโ Aemond shrugs you off his shoulder letting you hit the floor, your eyes gaze up at the Iron Throne, swords melted down to form a horrid sight, Aegon sits upon it drunkenly "Brother!" he slurs, watching your body slumped on the ground of the castle" you've brought me a gift?"
Aemond grimaces at his brother's drunken state,his foot nudging you to stand. Face a picture of disgust, โNot exactly a gift My grace, she's mouthy one, needs a firm handโ
Aegon let out a chuckle, his eyes raking over your body. "she'll do nicely," he slurred.You shake your head at his words, remembering how his eyes used to scour your body when you were younger.
โNo, Please.Anybody but himโ You look up at Aemond from your knees, Aemond's eye watches you, a flicker of satisfaction in his gaze seeing you squirm and panic.
Aegon chuckled again, his gaze never leaving your body. He motioned for Aemond to bring you closer. "Don't worry" Aegon said, his voice thick with drunken desire. "I'll be gentle."
You shake your head, tears only gathering against your waterline. โPlease! Iโll do anything not to be owned by himโ You grasp Aemonds legs in your hand, pawing at the material, he looks down upon you seeing you beg. Aemonds lips curl at your obvious desperation, revelling in your pleads. He glances at his brother, his eye mocking."Oh, she's quite the pleader, isn't she?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Aegon let out a scoff, his gaze still fixated on you. "Such a lovely little wench," he mutters.
Aemond leaned down, his face just above yours. Hand gripping the back of your hair, pulling you up to look at him. "Anything, hm? How desperate are you, darling?"
you begin to sob at his words "Anything, please" a meer moments ago you would have found yourself enraged by begging for a man.ย
Aegon turns his head towards you, he mutters "Accept me as your king and Aemond can have his way with you, im sure theres plenty whores who would love to take my cock"
Aemond smirks at his brotherโs response, Watching you sob beneath him, He pulls your hair till you stand, Now a tangled mess. His eye flickering with mockery. "Go ahead, then. Accept my brother as your king. Beg him like the desperate little wench you are."
You bow, taking a knee in front of the throne, โI~โthere's a hiccup,โI accept Aegon as the true king of the seven kingdomsโ You look up at Aegon, He smiles in satisfaction. his gaze locked on you as you knelt before him. He raised his goblet in mockery, his expression pleased.
"There you have it, brother," he slurred. "She's all yours." He knocks back the goblet, red wine running down his pale face.
Aemond smirks, his hand still gripping your hair tightly,he gestures for you to stand, releasing the grip on your hair. โMy Grace, where is Lord Laryโs Strong?โ
โProbably sulking somewhere, why?โ He waves his Goblet in the air awaiting for it to be filled by a servant. โ`Why?โย
โThis is his sisterโย
Aegonโs eyes fall down on you,he raises an eyebrow, you think about how horrible you must look, stained with ash and mud. Hair a wet mess from the rain. He cackles. โSister? And yet she is here before us like an insolent pup. It runs in the family, I say.โ
โIโm glad we have common ground for I also hate my Impudent brother, he's always been a stuck up manโ
Aegon chuckles, โI'm sure you will be glad to see him then, i can't wait to see his face when he sees his little sister bound at our mercyโ
You pull against your restraints once more โIโm not exactly precious material, I'm sure when he sees me in your Kinslayer cunt hands he'll be more than happyโ, Aemonds hand clasps tightly around your mouth to silence you, you whine. His face mere inches from yours again, you wonder if he gets off on this.
"Watch your tongue" he growls,"Insulting me will only make things worse for you."
Aegon chuckled, clearly "I have to admit," he said, his words dripping in eagerness. "You're more fiery than I expected."
The wait seemed to drag on for an eternity. Aemond keeping his hand firmly over your mouth, grip unrelenting, silencing your protests. Eventually, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and the guard returned, leading Larys Strong into the throne room, his expression stern and composed despite the circumstances, he hobbled on his crutch. Aemond's smirk widened at the sight. " Lord Larys Strong," he taunted.
Larys, turns to aegon nodding his head โMy kingโ
Aemond smirks, his hand still tight on your mouth you can taste his sweat,"Ah, Larys Strong," Aegon said, a smirk on his face. "Your sister here has been quite a delightful addition to our court."
Larys' gaze flicked to you, his usual stoic expression, Not a flicker of concern crossed his face. "Sister," he said, his voice cold. "What have you gotten yourself into now?"ย
Aemonds hand releases your mouth and you take a deep breath in, raing your eyebrows โWhat have i gotten myself into?โYou point to yourself,ย โI've been kidnappedโย
Larys looks right through you, turning his head โBy whom?โย
You shake your head at him, lips pursed โBy Whom? Who do I stand with now? Bound? Taken out of my own home after it had become a wreckage!โ
His eyes narrow in on Aemond, and then he laughs, โ And what do you plan to do with my sister?โย
"What's it to you, Larys?" Aemond says "Your sister is in my hands now, and i can do whatever i with please with her, i'm sure you'll be glad to not have her in your keep"ย
Lary shrugs, his hand gripping his staff, โDo whatever you want with her, Though I beg of you to take her hand, a Strong and a Targaryen would make a fine match" Larys utters , he limps away leaving you to your kidnapper.
You gasp, shocked at Larys' casual dismissal of you. Aegon chuckles, taking another drink from his goblet. "How thoughtful of him to think so highly of your value." he said, his tone mocking.ย
Your eyes well up at the sight of him leaving knowing it was your last chance to leave his hands,You think quickly. Jabbing an elbow into Aemondโs side and making a run for it. But he had played this game before with you, he grabs at your arm, bringing you back into his chest. โThe more you struggle the worse itโll be for youโyou kick your feet at the stone.
Aemond drags you out of the throne room, his grip on your wrists firm and unyielding. He leads you down the corridors of the Red Keep, his stride long and purposeful.
You try to struggle and pull away, but his grip is too strong, and he effortlessly pulls you along.
โWhere are we going?โย
Aemond casts a glance over his shoulder at you, his smile widening at your question.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he says, his voice dripping with poison.
He continues leading you down the halls of the castle, passing by guards and servants who give you curious looks. Soon, you find yourself in a part of the castle you're unfamiliar with.ย
โThe dungeons?โ Your boots dig into the stone floor trying to pull yourself from his grasp, but he's merely too strong.
His smirk widens, eye glinting with dark amusement. "Very observant of you" he ridicules.
He leads you down a set of stone stairs, and the smell of damp stone and confinement becomes more intense. The air grows colder, and you find yourself in the dimly lit dungeons of the Red Keep. You shudder as you pass menโs intrepid eyes and womens weary facesย โso you do want to take me as a prisoner, and what leave me to rot till im begging for you?โ
Aemond laughs at your words, his grip still firm on your wrists. He stops in front of a cell and pushes the door open. He shoves you into the cell and locks the door behind you, leaving you in the cold, damp darkness. He leaves without saying a word.
You sit there for what feels like hours, the only sound being the occasional clanking of chains and the faint cries from the other prisoners. You shiver in the cold, your knees to your chest, mind racing. Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming down the corridor. The light sound of boots on stone, and your heart starts to pound. Wondering whether he had come back already, you hear the drip of moisture from the stone ceiling.The footsteps draw closer, and you watch anxiously as a guard stands in front of your cell, followed by Aemond, who stands behind him, a smirk on his face. The guard unlocks the cell, and Aemond strides in, leaning against the wall. "Get up," he orders, his eye locked on you. You rise slowly with stiff legs.ย
Aemond looks you up and down, his gaze hungry and predatory. "There, that's better," he says, his voice low. He steps closer to you, cornering you against the wall. His hand rises to your face, his fingers brushing against your cheek, you wretch your head back to avoid his touch.
"You look... messy," he says, his tone almost cruel. "Unkempt hair, dirt on your face. Not exactly a pretty picture" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your bare neck and then he turns suddenly, grabbing your wrists in his hands taking you out of the cell, "and clearly in need of a bath."ย
Aemond leads you through a door and into what you only assume is his chamber, the scent of rosewater hangs in the air. In the centre of the room, a large steel tub is filled with steaming water. He pushes you towards the tub, his gaze dark and possessive. "Strip," he demands, his voice harsh and commanding.ย
โSorry?โ
Aemond's eye narrows, "You heard me," he snaps, his voice cold. "Strip. Now."
He leans against the wall, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin shiver.
โCan you atleast turn?โ You ask, biting your lip.
โNoโย
You bite back a snarl and turn your back, Unlacing your dress quickly and then pulling off any undergarments. Aemond watches you intently, his eyes cutting into your back,
Your nipples harden at the chill in the air. Once you're completely undressed, he steps closer to you, his hand brushing against your bare shoulder. "Get in," he orders.
You sink into the hot water, feeling your muscles relax instantly, the smells of oils fill your nose but the knowledge that Aemond is watching you makes you feel uncomfortable, you pull your knees to your chest, wet hair surrounding your body.ย
He moves closer, pulling up a stool, eye fixed on your frame. He reaches out a hand, running his fingers through a strand of wet hair that has fallen across your face. "You look better like this," he says, his voice low and raspy.
You flinch, swatting his hand away from your face. He runs his hand over your cheek and then suddenly your head is knocked back into another direction, your cheeks swells. Without warning, he grabs a fistfull of your hair, your chin rises upwards.ย
โDon't test me, you're in my possession now. I can touch you however i pleaseโ He lets go of your hair, the back of his hand tracing the cheek he had just hit.ย
Aemond stands up, grabbing a bar of lye soap and a cloth from a nearby table. He kneels down beside the bathtub, dunking the cloth into the water, and then lathering it up with the soap.He begins to slowly and methodically wash your body, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle. His eye watches your every reaction, taking in every shiver and flinch. You stare straight ahead.ย
Aemond finishes washing your back and then moves to your legs, his hand gliding up your thigh, his touch sending shivers through your body. He pauses, his eye flicking to your face, his expression hard. "Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
โNoโ
Aemond chuckles at your response, his smirk returning. "I didn't expect you to," he says, his tone mocking.
He runs the cloth over your legs, his hand moving higher, gliding up your inner thigh. His other hand snakes round your chest, moving to your shoulder, pinning you against the side of the tub.
โStop!โ you push against his hand but it only grips tighter against your shoulder, you feel the blood rush to the spot his fingers press into.
"I don't think so," he says.
His hand moves higher, and his fingers brush against the sensitive flesh between your legs. He looks at your expression, watching your face for any sign of fear or pleasure. You struggle against his grip, but it's useless, his strength is much greater than yours, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.
โPlease stop,โ you cry out.
His hand continues to move slowly, his touch becoming more intimate.
Aemond looks at you with mock sympathy. "Please stop?" he repeats, his tone drenched in sarcasm. "You're so sweet when you beg like that." His grip on your shoulder tightens even further, and his hand moves higher, brushing against your most sensitive spot. "But I'm not going to stop," he says, his voice low and commanding.
He continues to move his hand slowly, his thumb pressing against you in a way that makes you gasp, you spite yourself. His eye is fixed on your face, watching your reactions closely.
"You might as well give in," he says, his voice soft and persuasive. "It will make things so much easier for you."ย
His hand moves again, stroking you in a way that sends ripples of pleasure through your body, despite your attempts to resist. His body is fully pressed against yours now, his chest against your back, his breath hot on your neck. You struggle in his touch, holding back a moan. His hand from your shoulder moves to clasp around your neck.ย
His hand moves faster now, his fingers and palm working in tandem to bring you to the edge. His other hand grips your throat, holding you in place, as he continues his assault on your senses. You try to hold back, biting back moans. He grins in your efforts, fingers working your clit faster, You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and Aemond can tell. His hand moves even faster, driving you towards the peak of ecstasy. โJust let goโ he whispers against your neck.
โNo!โ you whine.
"Just let it happen.", it drives you to the brink of insanity, and you don't think you can hold back anymore, his thumb brushes against you, and everything you had been avoiding snaps, he feels you squirm underneath him, teary eyed, silent scream. He lets out a satisfied laugh. Fingers still moving against your skin, it begins to feel like too much.ย
โToo much, pleaseโ
Aemond's hand finally slows, his touch becoming gentler as you come down from your high. He pulls away, standing up and watching you with a smug grin on his face, his fingers run against your closed mouth. โOpenโ
You shake your head at him, put his fingers into your mouth anyway, you gag, he laughs at the sound and pushes further into your mouth anyway, drool pools at the side of your mouth, he releases you with a wet pop and you slump into the side of the bath, watching his next move.
His hand moves down your neck, his fingers tracing over your collarbone, his touch leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. โGet dressedโ he points to the clothes horse with a new gown on it laid out for you.ย
He watches you stand and dry yourself with a cloth, Aemond watches you dress your back turning as you try to lace your dress together, he grabs your shoulders and makes quick work of pulling the string tighter,watching as you gasp for air you feel like you can barely breathe. Ribs collapsing in on themself.ย
โBack to the dungeon then?โ
He nods, Leading you back down to the dungeon. Through winding hallways. You reach the room you were once in. You stumble forward, Aemond shuts the cell door, the clanging echoing against the walls of your cell, he leaves you, room barren apart from the cot in the corner. You sit on the Cot, it feels as though the walls are closing in on you. You try to calm your breathing, but the realisation of what Aemond had done hits you more than anything. He had pulled pleasure apart from your body with ease.ย
The hours pass slowly, you try to sleep but all you can do is toss on the straw mattress, by morning a guard throws a piece of bread in your cell. It hits the dirty floor, brown mud and flys encasing it, you don't eat it. And then more hours pass and the same thing happens, you chew at your nails. The candles burn slowly, a fly buzzes, the smells of sweat and dirt closes in on you.ย
It feels like minutes and days, time is all muddled up, youโre asleep one moment and the next your fingers are encased with dirt and blood, people shout out and cry. The candles get replaced. You haven't spoken in so long, eating hasn't even crossed your mind yet takes toll on your body, you begin to dream of twisting shadows and watery lands, cities beneath the ocean, a skeleton pierced with a sword through the eye.ย
It feels like months have passed, and you believe yourself to be going mad, the isolation has turned your thoughts wild, your beginning to lose your grip or reality, you pray to the old gods, begging on your knees to the guards who pass by, but the days pass as usual.ย
You hook your hands around the rusted prison, reaching a hand out to still the guard making his rounds, he turns to you. He stops in his tracks, eyeing you cautiously."What do you want?" he asks, his voice gruff and filled with irritation.
Your throat feels raw and scratchy as you try to talk, only coming out in quiet whispers โplease,I~ needโ your throat feels like sand.ย
The guard shakes his head and continues on his rounds, ignoring your pleas. You're left alone once again, tears prick at your eyes as you sink into the thin mattress, you wail.
The loneliness and despair seem to close in around you, suffocating you.
More weeks pass and you barely move in your cot, bloodied fingers tracing the wall. There's a set of footsteps that stop outside your cell, candle light casting a shadow on to the wall, it pulls you out of your daze.ย
You sigh, the shadow moves closer to your cell, face obscured by the darkness. โAre you still alive there?โ it is but a whisper, low and soft.
โYesโ you mutter, you shit in your cot, gazing up at the figure.ย
โYou dont look like you've eaten muchโ they peer down at you, the tight dress now hangs off your shoulder. You sit up.ย
The man pushes back the hood of his cloak, uncovering his face, his hair bright white. You can see that he's wearing an eyepatch over one eye, and his expression is unreadable.
He looks at you for a moment, his gaze taking in your dishevelled, malnourished appearance.
โAemondโ you whisper, your voice crackles.ย
His face softens, hand reaching through the bars to grab at your hand, you nearly flinch at the contact. He pauses, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Easy," he whispers, his voice low and soothing. "I'm not going to hurt you."ย
You gaze up at him, he pulls out a key from under his cloak, unlocking the door.He steps inside. Standing there for a moment, his gaze fixed on you as you look up at him. "Can you stand?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.
You nod, Feeling like a newly born doe as you struggle to stand, legs buckling from under yourself, he reaches out and stills you, hand around your waist. He smells like old books and dragon fire.ย
"It's alright," he says, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you."
โHow long?โย
Aemond thinks for a second, he leads you out the cell slowly, steering you down the dungeons, heโs patient as you step up the steps slowly, his hand near your back for support. โNearly three moonsโย You nod at the revelation. He continues to guide you down the castle hallways.His steps slow, matching your pace.ย
"You look terrible," he says, his voice blunt but not unkind. "Have they been feeding you?"
โScraps of mouldy bread every morningโ you bite your cheek.his grip tightens on your waist. โyou left me down thereโ you cry, your lip wobbles. The corridors wind on until you find yourself in front of a big oak door.ย
He speaks softly voice filled with a hint of regret. โI had too.โย
โHad too?โ the knight opens the door, it creeks slightly, you walk inside books toppled over on chairs and tables, along with scrolls. The fire roars, a platter of food is laid out on the oak table. He guides you over on the bed in the corner. You let him fuss with your dress until you're in some kind of cotton nightgown, he touches you like your glass, He pours you a glass of water. You sip slowly.ย
โYou wanted me to break in thereโ
"Yes," he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted you to feel brokenโ,his hand runs tenderly across your face, you still yourself trying not to chase it with your cheek โAnd now look at you, like clay in my hands, mine to hold however i see fitโ You look up at him with wet eyes, his thumb rubs gently over your cheek. He steps closer to you. He runs his thumb over your lips. โYou must be hungry.โ
You nod, He steps away, moving over to a table in the corner of the room where a tray of food has been set out. He picks up a plate and brings it back over to you, setting it down in your lap. โEatโ You eat slowly, picking part of cheese and meat. You find yourself filling up quickly.
โAre you tired?โย
Your head nods quickly, the thought of sleep is terrifying to you in such a big room. โYou may sleep here.โ He peels back the covers, taking the plate from your lap, you climb in, and he tucks the covers up to your neck. You feel exhaustion wash over you, although you're so close to him there's a sense of loneliness within you, you turn to your side. โRelaxโ he whispers.
โCan you hold me?โ you stutter.ย
Aemond seems surprised but you seem so desperate for human connection after so long he slides his arm under you, pulling you closer, you're pressed into his back tightly. He tries to soothe you, hand running through your hair, but it only knots. Your body grows less rigid as you begin to fall asleep in his arms. He watches you succumb to sleep, body growing limp.ย
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popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think weโve lost something
You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
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