Lips

echos-muses asked:

hi, i’m not doing well. i had to give up my cats today, and my heart hurts a lot. i was wondering if i could request something soft if you have anything in mind. even some headcanons would be fantastic. i’m just heartbroken that i had to give up my babies on top of everything else i’m going through.

Oh darling I am so sorry. My heart hurts for you. I will most certainly write something to help in what little way I can.

Lips

Aemond x reader | soft fluff | admiring Aemond’s mouth | trying a new lipstick leads to interesting shenanigans

“It’s a lovely shade, perhaps a bit too red for my complexion.” You smacked your lips together, having applied a thin layer of your newest cosmetic. “What do you think, Aemond?”

“I’m not the authority on differing shades of lipstick, my dear.” Your lover leaned against the doorframe, watching fondly as you sat at your vanity. “It does look lovely on you…however I can think of other places it could be as well.”

“Aemond.” You scolded gently, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re terrible.”

“Hmm, so I’ve been told.”

You rose from your seat, crossing to where he stood, wrapping your arms around his trim waist. You placed your head upon his chest, relishing the familiar smokey scent of him, the sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

A gentle finger hooked itself under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Are you well, my dear?” Aemond’s violet eye drank in your features as it roved over your face.

You suppressed an instinctual grimace at the question. “I’ve…been better.”

“I heard what happened. You need not disguise your pain for my sake.” Aemond dipped his head, brushing his lips against yours before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth.

He pulled away slightly, your eyes fell to his plush lips, a giggle bubbling from your chest as you saw that your lipstick had transferred onto his skin. “You look quite dashing in rouge, I must say!”

“Gods…” Aemond moved to rub the back of his hand against his pretty mouth, but you caught his jaw with your fingers, pulling him back into your warm embrace. You kissed him soundly and he didn’t put up a fight, even as you smooched his cheek theatrically, leaving behind a suggestive stain.

He pressed his forehead to yours, your gentle laughter mingling as you savored each other’s comforting warmth.

“Come, let me clean you up.” You led him to the sofa where the two of you sat.

“Something I am accustomed to saying to you.” Aemond grinned as you swatted his shoulder.

You patted your lap. “Lie down.”

“As my ember commands.” Aemond laid his long body languidly across the cushions of the sofa, his head pillowed by your thighs.

You took your time, combing your fingers through the silver hair that fanned out across your legs. Tracing delicate fingers along the contours of his face, rising to lift the eyepatch from its place and set it to rest beside you. The sapphire gem glittered up at you, contrasting beautifully with the lilac of Aemond’s remaining eye.

“You’re lovely, my prince.” You said honestly, continuing to run your fingers down his cheek, touching where your lips had left their mark.

“I…thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled, nodding at him as you dipped a cloth inside the warm water of the wash basin beside you. “Sȳz taoba. Accept the compliment, don’t reject it.”

“Call me a ’good boy’ again and I may not be able to lie still upon your lap, Y/N.” Aemond’s eye had dilated slightly at your praise, he gazed up into your face as you began dabbing away the rouge from his skin.

“Promises, promises.” You murmured, earning yourself another low chuckle from the prince. “Now hold still, I’m going to clean your mouth. Can’t have the court thinking you’ve caught some sort of skin ailment.”

“Perish the thought.”

“Stop talking, Aemond.”

“Oh, right.”

He closed his mouth, still watching you intently as you began gently rubbing off the lipstick. They were so lovely, his lips. The shape of his mouth something you had not seen before in man or woman. The sharpness of his cupid’s bow tempered by the lush fullness of his top and bottom lips. When they were not pursed in displeasure or focus, Aemond’s mouth was quite a pleasant thing to look at.

“Must be quite the stain.” Aemond quipped, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eye crinkling at you.

“Mmhmm. Now hush.” You pressed a finger against his bottom lip, studying the softness of his skin there, and how your finger could easily slide into his mouth with just one movement.

You traced the shape of his upper lip, having discarded the cleaning rag back into the basin. The curvature of his mouth fascinated you, and the more you studied it the more you wished to feel it pressed against your heating skin.

“You’re clean.” Your voice came out as a whisper, your eyes following Aemond’s fluid movement as he rose to a sitting position, his face inches from yours.

“Cannot say the same for my thoughts.” He intoned, his breath mingling with yours, his eye falling to your own parted lips.

“Are they ever?” You leaned in closer, craving the taste of him.

“On occasion.” Aemond brushed his mouth against yours, your noses bumping. “Though certainly not when my lover has been caressing my lips with such fervor.”

“There was a lot of lipstick on them.”

“Hmm.” Aemond’s hooded eye was unfocused. “Shall we explore the possibilities of what else your pretty mouth can mark?”

“I could be persuaded.” You reached up, tangling your fingers in Aemond’s long hair, pulling him into you as his own hands stroked your sides.

He groaned quietly as you slowly pressed a kiss to his parted lips, electric arrows shot to your core as he bent you back against the cushions, leaning atop you as he deepened the embrace.

The shape of his mouth hot against your own awoke molten fire in your belly. You opened your legs to him, hugging his waist with your thighs as Aemond’s tongue stroked along your own.

He broke away, his hair falling in a silver curtain to frame your faces. “We have to prepare for the feast that has…probably already started.” Aemond sat up, looking regretfully down at your prone body as you arched against the sofa. “We will pick up where we left off after the festivities.”

He raised your hand to his lush mouth, placing a kiss to each of your knuckles. “I know you’re suffering, however silently, Y/N. Believe me when I say I will make you forget your troubles…if only for a little while.”

“Your very presence eases my pain, Aemond.” You cupped his face in your hand, caressing his bottom lip.

Aemond turned his face into your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. His fingers rubbing soft circles against your wrist as he held you to him.

“You may want to, ah, bring the wash basin over here.” Aemond smirked mischievously as he donned his eyepatch once more. “We’ve made a bit of a mess. One that would be obvious in origin to those at the feast.”

“Oh!” You touched your face self-consciously. “Wouldn’t want the ladies of weak constitution to faint at the scandal.”

“Nor the over eager men to draw swords for your honor.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“You’d be unpleasantly surprised what bored lordlings get up to during their days at court.”

The two of you helped each other clean the marks from your skin, it had gotten all over the outside of your mouth from the passion of your kisses. Aemond bit down his chuckles at your state of disarray after you shot him an arch glare. Once tidied and dressed, you walked forth from your chambers arm in arm, descending together to the great hall. Your mind quite preoccupied with memories of Aemond’s soft mouth beneath your fingertips and what lay in store for you at the end of the night.