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JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON and JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON STRANGER THINGS 4.01 // 4.03

oh my god

Rhyaenyra Targaryen | Emma D’Arcy

House of the Dragon Season 2

absolutely no one:

eddie munson: carrying his lunch box full of dr*gs around school

4 Town

Why do I have the feeling I’m going to hate Eloise this season??

Johnny Storm | Joseph Quinn

The Fantastic Four : First Steps

Benedict Bridgerton | Luke Thompson

Sophie Baek | Yerin Ha

Bridgerton Season 4 | Sneak Peek 2

Good Night 😁 How do you think yandere Maegor, Aegon I, Aemond and Daemon would react if their children with a darling reader wife defended their mother from them and confronted them about their unhealthy love and attitude and their way of acting with the reader and children demanded that they leave their mother alone? (reader seeing the situation: 😲😨😱😫😣😖) Lol thanks you are amazing 💖

Aemond’s part got a little long lol.

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

He, his darling wife and their child are all sitting around the table breaking fast when his youngest from his darling wife speaks up. His youngest and only daughter is a quiet girl, only speaking to her mother when he allows his wife out of her chambers and to her brothers, so it surprises him when his daughter asks him why he and his aunts ride their dragons but her mother never does. He blinks down at her and thinks of what to say to her. There is no way to make her understand why his daring wife must stay in her chambers and why she mustn’t ride her dragon.

He smiles down at her and simply says, “it’s much safer for your mother to ride with me on my dragon.”

His daughter frowns and it reminds him of how his beloved wife would frown at him at the beginning of their marriage. His daughter shakes her head and her silver braid shakes with her. “Maegor told me that our dragons bond with us. So if that is true, shouldn’t mother’s dragon be the safest place for her?”

Aegon grits his teeth and fights to keep the smile on his face. He had not cared whether his wife had given him a child or not but he knew that if she had his child she would be more pleasant, more docile. He wouldn’t have to worry so much about his wife. His daughter was his wife’s responsibility. When his wife needed to be in her chambers or spend time with him, he made sure that Rhaenys or Visenya could look after the little girl. He wondered if this curiosity came from one of them.

He looks at his darling wife and sees that she’s looking down at their child. Aegon clears his throat and she snaps her head up to him. Her eyes are wide and she’s biting her lip. Just the sight makes his cock harden. She looks between him and their daughter and tucks a stray piece of her child’s hair behind her ear and says, “I prefer to ride on daddy’s dragon.”

His daughter's frown deepens before she turns to scowl at him. “It’s wrong to keep a rider away from their dragon.”

Aegon only takes a sip from his goblet as his wife explains to their daughter that it’s best for her to stay with him. That, yes, aunt Visenya and aunt Rhaenys get to ride their dragons by themselves, but Aegon only wants to make sure she’s safe. It takes a moment for his daughter to stop with her questions but when she does, she finishes her meal and skips off to find one of her brothers. Aegon waits a moment before he turns his attention to his wife. He has to make sure she doesn’t feel the same way.

Maegor

It takes seeing his mother silently weeping after watching the maester leave for Maegor’s son of 6 years of age to finally say something to his father. He doesn’t know what’s happening or why his mother is crying but he does know that it has something to do with his father. When he marches up to his father with his arms crossed he demands to know why he’s making his mother cry.

Maegor only crouches down to his son's level and only says, “your mother is doing her duty.”

The little boy's brows furrow and he looks at his mother who still hasn’t looked up from the ground. He asks, quizzically, “what is mother’s duty?”

Maegor picks the boy up in his arms and his mother looks at him. She looks like she wants to say something but his father beats her to it. His father looks at his mother as he says, “we all have duties. Your mothers is to provide me with many children.”

He looks at his son and smiles. It seems hollow to the little boy but he doesn’t look away. “Don’t you want more brothers and sisters?”

The little boy nods enthusiastically. Of course, he does! He loves running around with his brothers. His sister is still too young to play, but sometimes he goes to her cradle and talks to her about his newly hatched dragon. He also knows his mother loves him and his siblings so why would she be upset about her duties?

“Well, when you and your siblings don’t do what is asked of you, what happens?” Maegor asks his son.

The little boy scrunches up his face and says, “we get punished.”

Maegor nods and walks over to his wife and kisses her on the forehead. There are still tears streaming down her face and now her bottom lip is wobbling. He wants to go and hug his mother but he can’t with his father holding him.

“Exactly,” his father says and turns towards the door to his mother’s chambers. The little boy looks back at his mother when he hears her call out for her husband in a desperate voice but her father doesn’t look at her as he walks out of the chambers and sets his son down. He shuts the doors and pulls out a key to lock them. “The same rules apply to your mother. Until she accepts that she must provide me with more children, she must be punished. So I want you to run along and find your brothers and don’t come back and try to find your mother until she comes to find you.”

The little boy nods and walks away with his head down. This isn’t the first time that he’s been told he’s not to be allowed around his mother for a period of time. He doesn’t like it when his mother is upset but he knows that when he sees her again she’ll be smiling like she always is when she sees them after a long time.

Aemond

Aemond’s son doesn’t say anything until he watches his mother go through letters addressed to her. Instead of a bright smile gracing her face when she reads a letter from her family back home she only frowns. He knows that his mother loves her family, and every time she talks to him about them she practically glows. So he asks a question that seems obvious to him, “why are you upset mother? Are you not happy to hear from your family?”

She looks at him and makes an attempt to smile, although to him it looks much more like a grimace. She opens her arms for him to walk into and when he does he also climbs into her lap. He knows he’s getting too big for this, being 7 years of age, but he loves when his mother holds him.

“They have asked me to come and visit them.” She tells him with a sigh.

The boy frowns and looks at his mother. He feels like he’s missing something but he doesn’t know what. “Well, then you should visit them.”

She shakes her head and kisses his forehead, “it is not that simple, my little knight, your father would never allow me.”

Before he can ask any more questions his father walks in, as though just talking about him has summoned him. Truthfully, he was surprised that he wasn’t already in the library with his mother. It’s very rare to see his mother without his father by her side. His father comes over to kiss his wife and before he can say something or ruffle his son's hair, the little boy pipes up, “why can’t mother go and see her family?”

His father frowns and looks at his mother who holds up the letter from her family. He reads it quickly and instead of handing it back to his mother he walks over and tosses it into the fireplace. He feels his mother tense but she says nothing.

“Your mother must stay here with me. If she goes back to her family's home, The Iron Islands,” his face wrinkles with disgust at the mention of the place. The little boy doesn’t know why, every time his mother talks about it, it sounds like a fun place. “she might try and leave us. You don’t want your mother to leave us and find a new family, do you?”

“No,” the little boy says immediately. He looks up at his mother and then at his father and says, “mother wouldn’t leave me, though. She can even take me with her to see the seas and the castle.”

His mother squeezes him at those words and he sees her smiling. When he looks at his father he looks furious and if sensing it his mother jumps in, “I wasn’t thinking about it, my love. I wouldn’t leave you. I love it here.”

His father looks at his mother for a moment. Like he’s trying to see if she’s lying. When he’s satisfied he walks over to her and strokes her hair and smiles down at her. He mumbles an ‘of course' but his son isn’t finished yet.

“It’s wrong to keep mother away from her family. Her sisters probably really miss her.” He says and wiggles out of his mother's grip. He stands in front of his father who towers over him. “A good husband would let his wife go.”

He knows this because his uncle Daeron often visited his wife’s home. His uncle always tells him how a good husband should act and how when he grows up and gets married how he should treat his future wife. He just wrinkled his nose at that. He doesn’t want to be married. He wants to be a knight and fight and that means he would have no time for a wife.

His father looks down at him and sighs, usually, he would kneel down to his level but he must be frustrated. “You’re right. I’ll talk to your mother about this later.”

Satisfied the little boy nods and runs out. Maybe he can sneak down to the dragon pit while his parents talk.

-*-

“You don’t want to leave me, do you, my love?” Aemond asks later that night when the rest of the Red Keep is asleep. When she doesn’t answer him he thrusts harder and brings the hand that was squeezing her tits up to her throat. He spends every night like this, buried deep in his wife. If she goes off to where she came from he wouldn’t have this. “You don’t as want to go back to the Iron Islands, I thought we agreed that one as beautiful as you doesn’t belong in a place so disgusting.”

“I’ll stay here, Aemond, I’ll write back tomorrow and tell them I won’t be coming.” His wife says before she moans loudly. He looks down at her, not fully believing her. When they first married she had asked constantly to go and visit the Iron Islands. Just thinking about it makes him angry. His thrusts become rougher and he gets closer to the edge as his darling wife wraps her legs around him.

“Maybe it’s time for another child,” he whispers quietly, almost to himself but his wife catches it. She looks up at him with wide eyes, surprised. Ever since their son was born he has been making sure that she drank moon tea. He doesn’t like the idea of sharing her attention with another but perhaps another child will make her stop thinking about those disgusting islands. “You want to give me another babe, don’t you?”

Before she can respond he grabs her hips roughly and holds them down as he spills his seed into her. He makes sure that no moon tea is brought to her in the morning and when they break their fast, he has his wife inform their son that she will not be going to the Iron Islands.

Daemon

It takes several tries from Daemon’s young daughter trying to get his attention for him to finally look her way. It is the first feast she has been allowed to be at and she’s easily excited at everything. His darling wife had tried to put it off. She had asked Daemon if perhaps they could wait a little longer, as feasts could sometimes get out of control. Daemon had only shaken his head and had a maid get his daughter ready. After all, this feast was to celebrate the health of their son's health. After months of being sickly, he has finally turned around and is as healthy as any babe.

“Daddy,” his daughter whines at him and he tries not to roll his eyes. He turns his attention away from his wife who has looked extra delicious after this last pregnancy and turns towards his daughter. “You weren’t listening.”

“No, my dear, I wasn’t,” he says and leans down so she doesn’t have to shout over all the noise. “What did you say?”

“It wasn’t me that said anything,” she looked at him with an annoyed frown. “The Lord of Highgarden has been trying to ask mother to dance but you’re keeping all of her attention for yourself.”

“The Lord of Highgarden can go dance with someone else’s wife. Your mother will stay here with me.” He says, dismissively.

He tries to turn back to his wife who has already turned to talk to Lyonel Tyrell but his daughter has other plans. “You always do this.”

He grabs his wife’s hand before he continues talking to his child. His wife will know that he doesn’t want her leaving this table, much less dancing with that Tyrell cunt. He can feel her tense beside him and he knows that she is thinking of the last time she decided to pay attention to some other petty lord. It was the same night he had spilled his seed in her over and over again until he was certain she was with child. He smirks slightly at the memory of her the next day. She hadn’t been able to walk or sit down easily. He had made sure to leave red marks and bruises on her behind as a reminder of who she belonged to.

“What do I always do, my child?” He asks, not caring if his boredom with this conversation is apparent in his tone.

His daughter rolls her eyes as though her father’s behavior is obvious to everyone. After all, if she can see it at 5 years of age, so should everyone else. “You never share mother.”

“Of course I don’t,” Daemon chuckled and glared at the lord sitting beside his daughter who has decided to eavesdrop on his conversation. “She’s my wife.”

The little girl balls her fists up in frustration and says, “she’s my mom and you barely let her go enough for her to play with me.”

Of course, he didn’t. He wasn’t about to share his wife’s attention with a child. It didn’t matter if it was his child. The only reason she was here, to begin with, was because he wanted to marry his dear wife and no one would allow him, so he fucked her until she was with child. The only reason his daughter was still in the castle was that having a child made his wife more agreeable to him.

“You have servants and maids to play with you,” he responded and his daughter only shook her head.

“They aren’t mother!”

Her loud proclamation drew his wife’s attention. Daemon frowned and patted her hand. Mouthing to her that he would handle it. His wife frowned and looked at their daughter, clearly debating on whether or not to argue with Daemon. Eventually, she turned when Daemon moved his arm behind her chair and grazed the back of her neck with his fingers.

“You’re right,” he says to his daughter. She looks confused at his words. Her father never admits when he’s wrong. “How about tomorrow you and mother play in the garden?”

His daughter nodded her head enthusiastically and finally turned her attention to the people dancing.

Daemon’s eyes made their way towards Lyonel Tyrell as he thought. His wife would enjoy spending time with her daughter and while they were in the royal gardens he would be talking to the Lord of Highgarden. His daughter was old enough to be given as a ward. Sure, his darling wife would be upset about him sending their daughter away but she has a new babe to look after. Plus, Daemon thought with a sly smirk, the maesters have told him that she was recovered from the birth of their son. Tonight he would make sure to give her another child so she wouldn’t be so distracted by the absence of her daughter.