Dress / Aemond x Baratheon!reader
AN: the idea came after i saw an influencer complain about her post pregnancy weight gain when she looks hot af. it was very cathartic to write because i am full of mommy issues myself lmao. also subtle weight gain is hot and i am tired of pretending it isn't. also i felt like the smut part was too hurried, sorry. and i am way too bad at doing endings đ
content warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of breastmilk (non sexual), mentions of bodyshaming, mysoginy, insecurities, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, sweat, weight gain.
The night wind swayed the curtains, making them look like waves in the sea. You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown in your face, hand resting on your lower belly. Six moons since your daughter Aerea was born, an adorable girl with your dark Baratheon hair, and a single white patch that denounced her paternity. Breastfeeding made the tits sag and go flaccid, other noble women said. For this reason, she was passed to a wetnurse, that way she wouldnât just let your breasts rest, but also bond with her cousin Maelor, who shared the same nan.
 Still with such precautions to preserve your lady-like figure, your body has changed. You had wider hips, soft arms, your belly was a gentle pouch. And though they dried in four days as Maester Orwyle told you, your breasts doubled their size, in a way that none of the old bodices fit you without hurting here or squeezing too much there.
That bothered you. Looking at your mother in law, who passed through four pregnancies, you felt like a failure. Now and then you would hear her casually commenting on Rhaenyraâs body, which grew thicker as the years passed. Courteously, you would chuckle and agree with her, but deeply, you felt as if it was some sort of subtle jab the queen was giving you as a way to show her disapproval towards your figure. Your grace could be sincere, but never unpleasant.Â
And there was your husband. You didn't like how his demeanor changed when Alicent was around, how he seemed younger. Vulnerable in a way he wasnât with you. Knowing him since you were children, Aemond was never really smiled or demonstrated affection towards anyone. That was just how he was, and no one could force him to be outgoing and loud like his older brother, and you loved him anyway. But you would be lying if you said his silence didnât hurt you sometimes. Is he still attracted to my body, you would think, palming yourself in front of the mirror. Was he ever attracted to me at all, or was it all for duty?Â
The doors of your chambers creaked slowly. You turned to see your husband enter with long strides, saying nothing more than a simple âWifeâ.
- Husband - you answered, in a tone softer than his. Without paying much attention, Aemond removed his eyepatch, followed by his doublet and linen shirt. Eyes studying his body; defined muscles covering sharp bones, given to half of his life being dedicated to training and dragon riding, and not much appetite. He wasnât as chiseled as sor Criston Cole, but his form was undeniably beautiful. Sometimes you got lost admiring his beauty, from toes to eye to silver hair. As he turned, your first reflex was to wrap your arms around your own torso, provoking unwanted attention.
- What was that? - He asked, approaching with his single piercing eye locked in yours. At that point you had learned to read and deal with his enigmatic and little revealing expressions. That one showed real concern, or at least curiosity.
- Nothing, I was looking for something to dress for dinner but⌠- words struggled to come as shame twisted your guts. - but i couldnât find anything that fits.
â How nothing? - he hummed.
- Nothing, Aemond. None of my fancy dresses fit without suffocating, or squeezing my breasts, or⌠- You sighed, crossing your arms atop of your chest and turning back to the mirror so you wouldnât consider what his reaction was.Â
- I can help you - he approached, making you turn to him again.
The idea was silly, what did Aemond understand about bodices and skirts? You chuckled.
- You?Â
He nodded, forcing you to uncross your arms. You felt a hint of self consciousness, perceiving that they were way thicker than his. Your husband turned to the big wooden chest in the corner of your room, lifting itâs lid with a soft creak. His hand palmed through the sea of clothing, until he found something pleasant to him.
- This? - he asked, raising a yellow gown with black details, with small stags embroidered on the skirt.
You shook your head.
Aemond turned to search and palm the linens and velvets, again and again.
You fiddled with your fingers in a dissociative spiral as tears threatened to escape.
- Aemond! - The voice came rougher than you expect, but Aemond, calm and collected, let the lid of the wooden chest fall, and turned lightly, his sapphire glowing for the candlelights.
- Yes? - He said, still holding a green robe, draped over his forearm.Â
His composure made you feel dramatic and silly.
- My body changed! - you spoke after a moment or two, letting the inevitable tears fall freely across your cheek - It changed too much, havenât you noticed that?
Aemondâs eye followed your hands as you did a gest to prove your point. By his face, you could tell your husband was looking for something to say.
- I did, - spoke then as he approached you softly - of course i did.Â
- Your mother used to mock Rhaenyra for this, but now look at her daughter in law⌠- you shook your head and expressed bittersweetly - look at her, bore the King four children and still be gracious, beautiful⌠What must she think of me? That I let myself go, that I got too indulgentâŚÂ
Your husbandâs gaze alternated between you and the robe in his arm.
- That is not a matter my mother should care about.
- But i care! - you pursed your lips - I want to be perfect for you. Like⌠- You couldnât complete the sentence. Guilt took over you as you realized you wanted to occupy a place that might have been already taken, and belonged to your mother in law.
- âŚlike my mother?Â
Three simple words took you away from whatever sort of trance youâve had put yourself in. By the Seven, it was her dress he was holding. The one she gave you as a wedding gift and belonged to her two decades ago.
- You want so, too. - you pointed at the green, fancy linen.Â
Aemond looked at it again.
- I donât want you to be like my mother.
- You donât? - you scoffed - Then why do you hold the dress she gave me? The one she wore moons after having you. - The last sentence was full of irony, as you recalled what she spoke so sweetly on the day of your marriage, and now carried the weight of duty.
He had no coherent answer for that.Â
- I do like you the way you are.
As the curtain behind you made the shadows casted by the candlelight wave, you could see the crescent bulge in his trousers, compressed by the black leather and urging to be free.Â
Without a word, Aemond pushed the dress to your chest. Your brows furrowed in confusion.
- Put it on. - he spoke. - Please⌠- he completed after he saw the hesitation in your eyes, his expression softening.
You swallowed dry. Squeezing your upper body through the fabric, you could see Aemondâs only eye roaming your new curves, his mouth ever so slightly open.Â
Adjusting the waist wouldnât make it not evidence your hips and lower belly. Your breasts threatened to spill from the bodice, creating a luscious cleavage.Â
- See? It doesnât feel right to go down to supper like this⌠- You chuckled, hands folded in front of your body as Aemond studied you in silence.
He approached, closing the space between your bodies, and one hand rested on the small of your back.
- I do not wish to have supper now. - he caressed the plump roundness of your arse. Other hands reached out to cup the heavy fullness of your breast.
- AemondâŚÂ
He shushed you, eye fixed in yours as his thumb rolled your already stiff bud. Without warning, both hands grabbed the edges of the cleavage, and tore the fabric with a sharp rip from breasts to belly button. Shame burned in your guts, but arousal burned higher in your core.
Three steps back and Aemond pushed you to the day bed. He undid his trousers, revealing a pink flushed member dripping with pre cum. Sitting on the empty space by your side, your husband greedily patted his lap, and hesitantly, you sat with your back straight against his chest, feeling the bone of his slender thighs under your soft ones. Aemondâs hand lurked under the ruined dress directly to your puffy mound, and then sharply into your dripping cunt. With the other hand, he palmed between the valleys of your breasts and cupped the pouch in your lower belly. You arched your back, leaning further into his hand. Shame and arousal mixed and danced around, making your grip and force his hand against your belly as you rode his fingers. His silver hair fell on your shoulder, you could smell his sweat mingling with yours, and his cock pressing impossibly hard against your fat ass.Â
- Mommy⌠- he mumbled, almost inaudibly, which shamefully made you squirm around his fingers, reaching your climax⌠but he wasnât done yet.Â
Aemond coaxed you to bed, where you fell into the mattress of feathers. He crawled to you, featherbed dipping with his weight. Without more ceremonies, his cock was inside you, throbbing and deliciously stretching your walls. You could feel every inch in your cervix. One of his hands squeezed your breast as the other grabbed your soft hips. Every pounding was accompanied by a soft grunt of your husband, and a drop of his sweat fell into the curve of your neck.
I will breed you again⌠- he thrusted - get you round with another babe, plumperâŚ
- Aemond⌠- You gasped, roaming his back with your hand. - My dearest love⌠my boy⌠- The words slipped naturally. One final, harder thrust and you felt his seed burst inside you, walls clenching around his cock to keep it inside you. Your hands ran to his scalp as he collapsed on top of you, knowing that supper might be completely forgotten for that night, since you had more pleasant bits for him to nibble on.













