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arcielee · 2 months

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To feel the rare before and after.

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Paring: modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.1k+ Warnings: Reader AFAB, just some smutty smut, overstimulation, p in v unprotected, some spit play? pwp if you squint Author's Note: This is a repost! I read over the original and wanted to clean it up for Valentine's Day. This was a birthday gift for the wonderful and talented @annikin-im-panicin, I love you so much. I wish I could give you the world, but all I have is 1k+ words of smut with modern!Aemond, your other silver haired boy with trauma. 💜

You loved the feeling of his arms as they wrapped around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap. “One more for me, pretty girl,” and your skin raised with his breathless command that was whispered into the curve of your neck, his lips feathering your pulse.

His large hands roamed your curves before settling on the softness of your hips with a firm hold that dimpled into your skin. Aemond shifted beneath you, careful as he lined himself with your entrance once again. You sighed as he lifted his hips, simultaneously lowering you as he slowly sheathed his length into your velvet walls with a delicious stretch still.

You could only whine in response, your mind too clouded to create a coherent thought. Your hold around his neck tightened, pulling your body flushed against his chest as he continued his slow pace that bruised your sweet spot deep within. Each thrust caused stars to burst in front of your eyes, your body already blossomed from your prior releases: the sheen of sweat mixing with the slick between your thighs, a rose bloom that spilled from your face down to your neck and chest, your nipples pebbled with pleasure from his relentless rhythm.

“Aemond,” you almost cried. “I can’t…”

“You can,” he hummed, his pace unfaltering, his teeth now grazing the junction of your neck to your shoulder.

You shuddered in response; in truth, it was already curling again at the base of your spine, his thrusts rekindling that delicious coil knotting in your lower abdomen, bringing that fluttering pleasure that came in sync with his hips. You were breathless, relaxing your grasp around his neck and falling back to place your hands on his knees to keep yourself upright.

He was seated at the edge of the bed, pinned by your plush thighs, and his feet firmly planted on the floor. Aemond moved to wrap one arm around your waist to hold you while his other hand pressed inside your thigh, his thumb following the patch of curls and finding your pearl with his familiar touch.

You were already raw, tender, and coming to the precipice of over-stimulation when his deliberate touch pulled your euphoria from you. It was a sobbed release, his added ministrations elongating it in a way that was painful but delicious.

Aemond then pulled you closer, groaning into your neck as your cunt clenched with your climax, his husky tone whispering praises against your skin—good girl. You melted against him, the sticky sweet touch of skin-to-skin, and you sighed sweetly when his hold around your waist tightened, pulling you closer still.

You squeaked your surprise when he then pushed to stand, your legs crossing around his slender waist and his large palms cupping where your thighs and ass met. He turned to face the bed and laid you back, allowing you to fall back against the sex soaked sheets.

You were quick to prop yourself onto your elbows, grinning, watching his silver brows knit above his bi-colored gaze that drank in your every flushed curve. You felt your blood simmering from his steady stare, and a shyness that trilled throughout.

Aemond always possessed an ethereal beauty. He towered over you, his body lithe and tone, the jut of his hips from his languid stance and the lines of his Adonis belt cutting in his trimmed hips. The hair on his chest clung from his perspiration, his silver hair hanging on his sharp features, and you could see the rose coloring that stained all of him so intimately.

He moved closer to the bed, each hand reaching to wrap around your ankles, pulling you closer towards the edge. You gasped, you giggled from the sudden pull, your ass now pressing against his thighs, and you see the hint of his own smile as he moved the soles of your feet to press against his chest.

You shivered with your anticipation as he leaned over you, a curtain of his silver hair, the soft tickle as it touched your skin; Aemond planted his arms on each side of you, caging you against the mattress. You mewled pitifully as he moved his hips, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, the touch of his tip gliding against your silken folds before sinking into your warmth once again.

“Aemond,” you begged, you moaned, as he bottomed out, stretching you from within.

He hummed again, his way to show his satisfaction of how well you fit around his cock—something he would mention often and always. His hands now dimpled into the plush of your thighs, a bracing hold for the snap of his hips against you.

Your mouth parted with a wordless cry, your back arched against the bed. You saw through the fog the determination that lined his features, his lips pursed with his concentration.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, his voice is low, demanding.

Your fingertips reached from his chest to his jaw, and Aemond dipped his head to take them into his mouth—the tickle of his tongue that curled around each digit before you pulled back. The spit breaks away onto his chin and your fingers then fall to touch the tendered nub of nerves above his rhythmic in-and-out, above the suction of your swollen lips and where the ring of white wrapped around his cock.

His eye was black as he watched you, enjoying the ripple of your supple curves with his each rut, the way your breasts bounce as his pace quickened. Your soft cry accompanied your soft touch, your fingers circling yourself intimately.

It came with the flash of color, your strangled cry, a release with your muscles contracting and tears spilling your cheeks. Aemond pulled back, his hand pumping himself to completion, his pearly ropes of his release decorating your chest and your stomach.

There was a pause, a deep exhale and he moved to get up, disappearing into the bathroom. You laid there, boneless, breathless, listening to the facet turn on for a moment, and then he returned with a damp washcloth that was pleasantly warm to the touch.

Aemond was thorough and he was gentle, careful to wipe you clean, admiring how the blood rose to the surface of your skin, the rise and fall of your breasts as you steadied your breath. He then tossed it into the hamper, crawling beneath the covers and pulling you to follow, until your backside was tucked against his chest, his arm curled around the softness of your stomach.

He nuzzled into your neck with a soft kiss behind your ear as his whispered, “Happy birthday, pretty girl.”

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 9 months

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Breaking the Rules

Modern!Aemond x reader | Summary: Aemond was the one who established the rules of your fwb relationship, but can he really follow them? | Word Count: 5.4k~ | Warnings below the cut~

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: fwb relationship, fingering, p in v, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degrading, ass slapping, hair pulling, creampie, insinuation of oral (m receiving)

That little slither of time between submitting your dissertation and actually graduating was heaven.

The last student finance payment hit your bank, as well as everyone else’s, and as soon as exams were over, it was time for a party. One last part to send you all off into the big wide world.

Doing a four year course was akin to starting school for the first time, as it seemed everyone around you had done three years instead, graduated a year ahead, and you had to remember people’s names, make new friends and circles, all over again.

At least it was only one year.

There was only one person who had also done a four year course, your bestie, Helaena. Who just so happened to be the reason you met your now fuck-buddy, Aemond, of just over a couple of years.

Truthfully Helaena was the only thing keeping you sane. She was ‘mother’ on night’s out, the one who made the best hangover dippy eggs ever, but also just an all round good friend. Your absolute rock. She’d been supportive, albeit protective, when she’d learned of yours and Aemond’s…unconventional friendship.

Could it be called a friendship, if he wasn’t really friendly?

Not that he was ever mean. He just didn’t have a social bone in his body.

But an absolute freak in the sheets.

For a man so quiet and unsociable, he was surprisingly rough. He craved control, and this obsession didn’t stop in the bedroom either. But you enjoyed that about Aemond. It always felt raw, dangerous, as if he needed it. One flip of the switch and he was in that headspace. And the moment it was over, he’d retreat back into himself and leave soon after.

Helaena was the type of person who could spend all night in the 24-hour Library, head in her books and like it was any other day, have her hair looking pristine, face clear ready for her 8am lecture the next day. You, on the other hand, turned up, but looking considerably worse for wear than your dear friend, a messy bun perched on top of your head, and hefty dark circles under your eyes.

Your lovely, silver-haired friend was sat cross-legged before a floor length mirror, pulling a curling wand through her thick strands of hair, only leaving them long enough to form a loose wave. The phone screen perched on your bed lit up.

“That Aem?” Helaena asks, looking at you in the mirror.

You furrow your brows, “Baela. She’s meeting us there” you answer, typing out the response to her before clicking the phone away, “What are you wearing tonight?”

"Nothing terribly impractical. I'm not impressing anyone" she answers, dusting some highlighter over her cheeks. Not like she needs it, the cheeky sod, she already has amazing bone structure.

"Liar" you smirk, biting your lip, "You know Floris is going to be there and you're purposefully wearing a low cut top"

"Oh my god, leave me alone"

"I'm just pointing out the facts"

You get up and go to your wardrobe, pulling out a floral dress. It's July, so the nights are still bright and it's humid all the time, something short should do the trick.

Part of you wants to wear nothing underneath, just to see how far you can take it. Would Aemond be jealous? He shouldn’t be. He was the one to suggest you two weren’t exclusive, and that if either of you bumped into each other or just felt like it, you’d fuck.

But it's a party with old uni mates, so begrudgingly, you've opted to keep on a lace black thong, one you know gets guys immensely riled up. It's quite entertaining really.

Usually, you’d be disgusted to turn up to Aegon’s house. He was single, and unapologetically filthy. However, when you arrived, you were relieved beyond measure to find that Aegon had employed the use of a cleaner (probably at the behest and payment of their mother) before inviting people over. No used condoms, cigarette butts or lingering weed smell.

Since graduating, Aegon had opted to move into (quite permanently) one of the homes that Viserys had owned on the outskirts of the city. When their dad died, Alicent found no use of such big homes and so rented them out as Airbnbs. You remember Aemond telling you how Aegon was more than happy to just slip in unannounced one day, and that he’d paid for the first month’s rent, but after that had mysteriously stopped. Alicent let him stay anyway, as long as he behaved himself.

Which, of course, he didn’t.

You walked hand in hand with Helaena through the front doors, the bass and sheer loudness of the music audible from even the curb. Aegon had gone all out. Some of his friend’s were graduating as well, so he’d invited everyone. Pretty much half the university by the looks of it. Even though by student standards it was still fairly early, the party was heaving, so much so it was difficult to tell in the low light of the inside who was who.

“There she is!” Aegon’s voice boomed, a cigarette already between his lips and that lazy, dozy look in his eyes. You give Helaena a knowing look. He’s quite clearly been drinking a while.

He makes a show of leaning in to fake kiss his sister on the cheek, “My darling sister and …oh it’s you”

You playfully swat his shoulder, “Shut up”, you raise your eyebrows with a smirk, “Oh, nice to see you respecting the no smoking inside rule”

Aegon merely winked, flashing a smile with all his teeth before being dragged away for shots.

Helaena gasped quietly, “There she is, there she is, there she is”

Floris was on the other side of the room, leaning against a chair with a can of gin and tonic, wearing quite the piece. The effort almost rivalled Helaena’s, and your silver-haired friend was vibrating with excitement.

“Okay okay, deep breaths. Calm the kitty and just go talk to her”

She goes instantly pink, looking quite ethereal against the violet of her eyes, “I can’t just-”

“You can. I have every faith” you say, giving a reassuring smile and pushing a can of g&t in her hands.

Her eyes look nervous and worried in equal measure, “You going to be alright on your own?”

You nod quickly, “I’ll be fine, I’ll badger a Lannister or something”

She smiles anxiously and takes a breath, crossing her fingers. You watch as she crosses the room, dipping her head to Floris’ eyeline to initiate a conversation. She’s so cute, you think as she flushes pink.

With the party in full swing, now several cans deep and a nice buzz, you’ve found yourself ‘engaged’ in a conversation with a Martell, Baela and Rhaena having ventured outside for a smoke. You don’t remember his name, you only know that he smells dizzily of Tom Ford Black Orchid and that he’s giving bedroom eyes.

You say ‘engaged’ in conversation. Martells aren’t exactly known for their conversational skills, so you’re mainly nodding along to whatever he says, hoping that he might show you his bedroom skills associated with the stereotype.

Your phone vibrates and you look at the illuminated screen.

You furrow your eyebrows at his texts. What on earth would he need to talk about? And the unsent text messages are giving horror movie vibes, so with the buzz of the alcohol as well as your disinterest in him (and heightened one in the Martell) you click your phone off and put it back, only to be dragged to the dance floor by your hand.

Ok so he's not the best dancer either. If anything a tiny bit clumsy and mostly just grinding his clothed dick into your ass any chance he gets. But the buzz of the drinks, low lights and loud music drowns out all that. You and Aemond hadn't fucked in forever it felt like, and a woman had needs.

It's not even that you were pissed off at Aemond. The rules were rules, of course. But everything you did was always on his terms, and you felt you couldn't say a single thing about it.

It's not like you were his girlfriend.

You knew he was fucking at least one other girl. Alys Rivers. She was fucking gorgeous, but also quite a bit older. Something about the entire thing felt wrong. Like she might have been grooming him or something. But of course, who were you to judge? He had his own life. Could make his own choices.

He didn't know you weren't fucking anyone else though, things like that you kept close to your chest. The terms were no feelings. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he was the only one you were fucking and for one inescapable reason.

That you’d violated those terms.

So, in the interest of figuratively getting back at him, you smirk up at the Martell and push your ass back against him. His hands on your hips, pulling you back, moving with the best of the music. The dress leaves so little to the imagination that if he ventured merely a few inches lower, he could easily dive between your thighs.

The thought makes your insides clench. And you feel the Martell get hard behind you.

Your head zips up quickly, slightly dizzy, as a flash of white hair passes. At first you think it's Helaena, but there he stands, Aemond, on the other side of the room with a bottle of beer nestled in his grip. His violet eye watches darkly, as you continue to dance with the Martell. He almost looks amused, but frustrated at the same time.

Aemond hates parties. Especially now that he's graduated. So why the fuck is he here?

After rolling your eyes and finishing the song, you decide to not give Aemond the satisfaction of knowing you care enough to ask, instead going to the table to mix yourself another drink. The Martell guys isn't far behind, a hand on your waist.

You can feel his stare at the back of your head, even more so as the Martell’s hand ventures down, over the curve of your ass. One move under the hem, and he’d be touching bare skin. Something about it ignited a spark inside, knowing that he was watching.

Looking over your shoulder, he was watching still.

The fuck is his problem?

Some poor girl was standing at his side, trying to engage in some kind of conversation, which was clearly going well. He wasn’t giving her an inch of attention, and you smirked at her attempts, taking sips of your drink every now and then.

Around you, the party had almost doubled, some people you didn’t even recognise. Aegon’s house would be trashed in the morning, but looking over at the other Targaryen brother, who was happily dancing on the dining table, pouring the contents of his bottle down a girl’s top, he didn’t seem like right now he cared. In the corner, Helaena and Floris sat together, knees touching, looking pink in the faces with alcohol and chatting quietly amongst themselves over the loud music.

You downed your drink, wincing at the alcohol that hadn’t been mixed at the bottom, before whispering to the Martell, “Just going to the toilet”

You give a sigh as you ascend the stairs. Another nice thing about Aegon’s place is that whenever there are parties, going upstairs is a nice breather. Yes the bass still vibrates through the walls, but the bathroom is far enough away that it gives a moment of respite and a chance to sober up.

Which you promptly do once you’ve washed your hands, wiped under your eyes for any runaway mascara in front of the vanity, and take a breath to face the party again. To face him again.

It turns out, you didn’t have to. As soon as the door opens, you gasp and stagger backwards as Aemond firmly wraps his palm around your neck, just as a means of holding, not squeezing. Your back meets the wall with a thud, eyes looking wide up at him in a mixture of confusion and anger. His eyes have more in them, as he stands in front of you, tight lipped and fired up, ready for confrontation as he promptly shuts the door and locks it, setting your heart to a faster rhythm.

“You know, I was going to be nice” is the first thing he says, “But now I think I won’t”

He stares back with conviction with his one good, violet eye, his other a clouded over light blue, with the angry scar that ran through it somehow looking more painful that you’d seen it before. All you knew about it was that he was secretive about how it had happened, and only a handful of people had been told.

You were considered not worthy enough to know clearly.

You can’t deny, this side of Aemond thrills you. But despite the fluttery feeling in your stomach, your expression hardens into a frown.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

He has the audacity to scoff, his hair, now shoulder length, sways as he moves, fingers flexing against your neck.

“The fuck is wrong with me?” he says, “I don’t think that’s the question we should be asking, is it?”

It occurs to you now that he’d been looking down at you, because now when he rights himself to his proper height, you have to look up at him. You swallow thick, some part of you nervous, and his eye glints when he sees the weakness there.

“I think we should be asking what the fuck you were doing out there” he finishes, low, attempting to be threatening.

You scoff, “Is that what this is about? Me dancing with an empty-headed Martell?”

“I wouldn’t call that dancing”

“And I would say I’m not your fucking girlfriend, Aemond” you bite back, expression hard against his. His mouth forms a line, “We just fuck, remember?”

His tongue hits the inside of his cheek in annoyance. But you’re not backing down.

“Although” you grin, looking him up and down, “We don’t even really do that anymore, do we?”

He takes a sharp breath in, releasing your neck to grip your face and tug you close to him.

But you just laugh, “What’s wrong? Can’t get it up?”

“Fuck you”

“Save that for Alys. See if I care” you hiss, trying to pull out of his grasp harshly.

An annoyingly smirk makes its way to his face, and you have to reaffirm to yourself to be mad at him, “Someone's jealous”

You scoff, “I’m not the jealous one here. You’re the one on my case because a Martell stared at my ass” you counter, his fingers digging into your jaw almost painfully, “I’m the one playing by the rules”

“And what rules are they?”

“The ones you made, dumbass” you argue, attempting to pull your face from his grip, but failing, “You know, not having feelings, being a cold, dead cave of a man who doesn’t want to admit he’s just having sex because he likes being in control”

Aemond’s face right now is unreadable, and he’s so close that you can feel the hot puffs of air that come from him. He’s angry, and you can see it. Something simmering beneath that cold gaze.

Under that though. It’s clear as day. He’s being put on show for his behaviour, in a manner someone nobody has dared to do before. And it is this vulnerability it’s clear he doesn’t enjoy.

His chest inflates large, taking a deep breath in before he speaks. But when he eventually does, it’s a surprisingly quiet whisper.

“I’ve not been with Alys for months”

The admission takes the breath from your lungs, and his fingers loosen somewhat. Moving along your jaw in a gesture too soft from what he was doing before.

“What?”

His face hardens a bit again, “She isn’t around” he admits softly, “It’s just you”

“Aemond-”

“I’ve changed my mind” he says, his his eye darting about your face, taking in your shocked expression, “I don’t like to share”

Your lips part and stay frozen where they are when his other hand squeezes the bare flesh of your thigh under your dress, tugging the skin painfully before venturing up to stroke his two fingers against your clothed pussy, his breath hitching when he feels the wetness already there.

“I’m very disappointed in you” he chastises softly, dipping his head into the crook of yours, running his sharp nose up the side of your neck, making all those little hairs stand on end. You feel like your heart is hammering so hard all the blood feels like jelly in your veins, a hotness creeps up your shoulders, and a pull of arousal tugs at your gut.

His lips part and he bites the skin there, semi-hard, enough to break skin if he really wanted to. You whine with your eyes shutting softly, his fingers drawing mini-circles around your entrance, and it’s difficult to not move your hips to meet his touches.

“You weren’t playing by the rules anyway, were you?” You mewl as his tongue runs over the site where he’d bitten, breath stuck in your throat as his fingers move your underwear aside and collects your slick on his fingers.

Warmth blossoms in your core as his fingers gently massage your bud, “Fuck-Aemond...”

His shirt is bunched in your fist, and you can feel him smiling slightly against your neck. The glint of the chain that peeks out from under the neckline of his shirt catches your eyes for a quick moment. He never took it off. Even when you fucked. Truthfully, it was sort of thrilling, watching it dangle in front of your face whenever he was on top of you, holding your legs up to your shoulders to-

“Were you fucking other people?”

Shit.

Two of his fingers sink all the way in, setting a flame ablaze inside. His breath is hot against your tender skin, his fingers far too effortlessly finding that sweet spot inside and brushing against it, stoking the fire within.

“You were so talkative earlier. What’s wrong, baby?” he asks in a faux sweet voice, not able to hide that shit-eating grin as he fucks you slowly with his fingers, “come on, you can do it”

Your breath feels so thin in your lungs it’s difficult to think, but his teeth bite at you again, as if to reprimand and your body jolts briefly, “Fuck-uh…No-no I wasn’t…”

“Wasn’t what?”

“I-” fuck this guy, “I wasn’t fucking anyone else”

“Hm” he hums low in his chest, pressed right against yours, you can feel it in your own, “I think that was against the rules, wasn’t it?” he asks, adding a third finger into you.

The first genuine moan manages to escape with the addition of his third finger, quiet, but it feeds his ego nonetheless. And he fucks up into you with renewed vigor, his breath coming in hurried pants, as if he cannot function unless he makes you come apart on him. His palm is grazing so hard against your clit with each micro-movement, that it honestly makes it difficult to breathe.

“The rules were we fuck who we want. No feelings” he reiterated, lips against your ear, “You broke the rules first”

“I didn’t-” your voice falls apart as he pushes, the pads of his thick fingers rubbing hard against your g-spot. That feeling returns in a wave of warmth, settling with pressure deep in your core and you squeeze impossibly tight at the incessant stimulation. Aemond groans quietly and low, feeling the soft, silky walls of your pussy clenching around his fingers alone, legs trembling trying to stay standing.

“You think I didn’t see it?” he asks in accusation, voice hard and stern, “You’re a smart girl and yet-” his other hand holds you around your waist, pulling you towards him as your body trembles, a white-hot, blazing orgasm making its way devastatingly through your core. His fingers never letting up their pace, “-you’re acting like a stupid little slut right now. All wet for me”

The degrading manner of his words and the pleasurable assault of his fingers prolong your orgasm, fading into your limbs with a dull buzz. But one that doesn’t last long. His fingers pull out of you, covered entirely by your arousal, and he presses them against your lips, groaning as your mouth accepts them and licks his digits clean. It’s so erotic you hum around his fingers, looking up at him through your eyelashes and smirking with pride once he pulls them away.

He doesn’t look any less stressed out. If anything he looks more pent up.

“I can’t stand you”

Your lips part in surprise, a quiet mewl escapes and a pained pleasurable jolt running through you when Aemond practically rips your underwear down your legs and delivers a hard firm slap to your wet heat.

“Aemond-” you start as his hands curl around your nape, pushing you harshly down over the vanity of the sink. You can feel him pressing behind you, your hips digging painfully into the porcelain, and feeling utterly exposed in your sundress now that he’s pocketed your underwear.

He flips the bottom of your sundress over your back, his palm meeting the flesh of your ass with a loud slap, making you whine as your cheek is pressed to the porcelain. It hurts, but you can’t help but feel that familiar throb of arousal in your core as it clenches around nothing. Your skin blooms in anticipation as you look back over your shoulder, hearing the clinking of his belt. You can’t help but smirk at how quickly he pulls his cock out, the angry red tip poking out through his fist as he strokes himself to full hardness.

“Don’t fucking look at me” his fingers thread into your hair at the crown and grip hard, pushing your head back down, pressing his erection against your slit and teasing you slowly.

You moan softly, moving your hips back to seek more friction, which earns several more hard slaps to your already tender ass in discipline, each followed by a desperate whine that falls effortlessly from your mouth. He almost gently soothes the angered skin with his palms after, clearly happy with the colour he’d made. He’d always been rough when it came to sex, yes, but this felt so much more exciting.

“You think you deserve it, hm?” he asks, barely pushing the head between your slick folds, parting them only slightly. It all feels so sensitive it almost hurts. What you’d give for him to just fuck you already is honestly pathetic.

“Please-” you say quietly, moving your hips towards him, even if it means he’ll punish you again.

He chuckled darkly, leaning over to pull your head up, your eyes meeting his gaze in the mirror. You look a bit of a mess, with mascara smudged at the sides, the waves you’d put in your hair slightly frizzy and cheeks flushed a dark pink. And as much as Aemond likes to put on the persona of control, his cheeks are just as flushed, as desperate for this as you are.

“Look how pathetic you look right now” he grins, his hand moving to your front to tug the dress over your front, a low growl forming in his throat when he finds no bra underneath. He palms your breast, teasing the hardened bud between his fingers and the feeling sends a cold tingle through your body.

“Beg for it” he whispers, mouth next to your ear. But all coherent thought is gone when the head of his cock runs down your slit, over your entrance and slaps it mockingly against your clit, the throb from the previous release still lingers and it sends shots of fire in your belly.

“Come on, baby”

“Please- fuck me” you breathe, so desperate that it sounds borderline cringeworthy to say. But you cannot bring yourself to care.

He grins. That was easy.

Your lips part in a gasp as his length slowly splits you open, stretching your pussy onto his cock. He knows what he’s doing and takes his time, allowing you to feel every vein, every ridge, even the way the tip tucks into that sensitive rough patch inside, your back arching with the electricity it gives you. It surprises you everytime, just how full you feel when Aemond fucks you. He is long and thick, able to fill you in a way that you’d never been able to find in a guy. And fuck did he know how to use it.

"Gods, tightest little pussy I've ever had…" he moans quietly.

Your body and jaw slackens as he pulls out and snaps his hips back against you to slam inside, a choked moan falling from your lips. His hand moves to your jaw, keeping your gaze in the mirror to look at him as he fucks you slowly at first, watching how your ass bounces with every push of himself inside. His head is buried near your neck, breath hot against your skin,

“You like that, huh” he breathes against you, hearing the strain evident in his voice. Your voice is useless right now, only able to make a few soft sounds of pleasure, “like it when I fuck you?”

Only a struggled moan comes out, and you catch your lips between your teeth, hyper-aware that you’re still fucking in a bathroom at a party.

"No need to be shy. It's just you and me" he utters against your skin, “Let me hear you. Or have I fucked you dumb again”

He punctuates his demand by pushing you forward harder, the porcelain digging into your hip bones and spreading your ass cheeks so that he can somehow get deeper. And he makes a grunt of displeasure when he doesn’t get the reaction he wanted. So instead he grabs the flesh of your calf and bends it high over the counter, spreading you impossibly wider.

It’s unconscious the way your mouth opens now, releasing your lips from your teeth as you moan helplessly, feeling the way his cock bullies your sweet spot, the way his flesh hits yours with every wet smack.

“Are these sounds just for me?”

“Yes…yes…” You chant almost imperceptibly.

“And it’ll only be me” he grunts, “do you understand? You’re mine”

You nod quickly. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you’ll agree to just about anything right now. Your core winds so tight, it feels like a fist is curling inside you and Aemond fucking you is just accelerating it.

“Say it” he demands, pressing your body against the vanity, his cock punishing your insides faster and harder. With each thrust comes the hard thud of the furniture against the wall, which you hope that the bass of the music downstairs covers enough.

“Yours…I’m yours…” your voice sounds almost pitiful. Every bit of you just desperate for that final reprieve.

Aemond grins against your skin, “Good girl…” he coos, his lips finding purchase on your neck and biting down, grunting into your skin at the way your pussy tightens around him as your second, more powerful orgasm echoes throughout your body.

"Shit- couldn't have any other pussy-oh fuck-you're perfect, baby" he coos next to you, the term of endearment making warmth creep into your chest.

It has Aemond fuck into you desperately, prolonging your seemingly never-ending pleasure into a long stream of fucked-out moans and breaths. With one final slam of his hips against your ass, his grip so tight it’s almost painful, you feel the warmth of his cum paint your walls. His cock twitches, trying to stuff as much of him inside you as is physically possible. Thank the gods for IUDs.

“Fuck-”

Both of your breathing is equally heavy, his hot against your shoulder. You can feel the intensity of it through his chest as it’s pressed against your back. His cock softens inside the longer you two remain in this position, until his hips leave you and he pulls himself out with an almost pained sigh.

Gulping air back into your lungs, your legs shakily meet the ground, tiredly pulling your dress back over your ass and bracing the sink, feeling the pleasant sting at your hips where they’d continued to meet the furniture.

His gaze meets yours in the mirror as he tucks himself away, looking somewhat flushes and uncharacteristically soft, especially after the way he’d just fucked you.

It’s so quiet, it’s like whoever speaks first, loses.

“I meant it” he says, somewhat breathily as he too gains grasps his energy, “I’ve not seen Alys in months”

You turn around to see him properly, half sitting against the vanity, feeling the soft throb of your heartbeat through your core still.

“Why?”

Aemond looks almost bashful, his cheeks still pink from the force of your little tryst just now combined with the way he nervously licks his lips.

“Because I’m the one who broke the rules first”

You furrow your brows, “What do you mean, Aemond?”

He swallows thickly, making a point of looking right at you.

“I caught feelings and…” he pauses, searching his mind for the rest of the sentence, “...didn’t want to scare you off”

Your lips remain frozen, parted. Your eyes flit about his face and he raises his arms, as if annoyed he’d even told you.

“I’ve never had this before”

“Had what?”

“Had this” he gestures between you both, “It’s never been like this with anyone else” he admits, his voice withering away at the end, “and I’m just fucking shitty at showing it, I know-”

“Aemond” you step forward to cup his face, halting his irritation in its tracks. Your thumb runs over the scar on his face, gaze on his eyes entirely, “you don’t need to explain yourself to me” you say softly.

"But I do" he argues, without that sternness to his voice now, but rather so quiet it's almost a whisper, "I didn't want to fuck things up. Because I always do"

You shake your head once, "What do you want? From this?"

"I want you" he says almost immediately, swallowing his saliva with anxiety, "and I want you to be mine…"

You laugh at his sweetness, he's never been like this, "I already said I was yours, remember?"

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, chests touching, "Think I always was"

The first genuine smile you ever see from Aemond Targaryen, is when you tell him this. It looks good on him. The way his eyes crinkle up is just too charming to resist.

Before he can say anything, you lean up on your tiptoes and kiss him, fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck, tracing over the silver chain. You hum in delight when you feel him shiver at the touch.

Kissing him as softly as this, your lips parting for each other to slowly consummate this budding relationship, it feels like you're meeting each other for the first time. Feels so intimate, like you're the only people that exist right now, despite the thump of the party downstairs.

You both pour everything you feel into the soft caresses of your lips and tongues, trying to make him feel as loved as you think he deserves.

He smiles bashfully when you break, fiddling with the hem of your dress.

"This was a good touch" he says jokingly, "was it for me?"

You laugh, "It might have been"

"Cheeky little minx" he replies, pressing a soft, tender kiss once more to your lips. It feels so right, you want to hit yourself for not addressing this sooner. It feels nice to have your heart so full like this.

Aemond grasps your hand in his large one and goes to unlock the door. A motion you stop immediately, pushing him by his chest.

"Um, what are you doing?" You ask, a teasing smile on your face.

A moment of panic passes his face and it makes you want to laugh. His eyes wide and mouth open, wondering what he's done wrong.

"Getting back - to the party?..."

You shake your head, your palm running over the prominent bulge in his jeans.

"Not with this you're not" you smirk, "was all this just from kissing me?"

He bites his lip, trying to hide his grin and the way he visibly flushes from your hand on his erection.

"...Maybe"

"Maybe?"

"Maybe" he grins.

Your hands go to his belt once again, making light work of it. Aemond groans breathily as your hand encircles his length, giving him a few languid pumps that are just painfully too slow.

You smile through your eyelashes as you sink to your knees, feeling yourself become aroused just at the sight of him like this, all vulnerable and at your mercy.

With his cock heavy in your palm, you press your lips to the base, making your way slowly with your tongue to the top, tracing the vein there on the underside. His musky scent, smelling of sex and sweat envelops the air around you.

"Let me take care of you first" you grin, watching his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

Perhaps rules were made to be broken.

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Down in Flames ~ Masterlist

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

chapters: 10/10 COMPLETED

summary: Dracarys is the next big thing, and you have followed the band to the top. But tensions rise as the band grows into fame. Will you make it out in one piece, or are you destined to go down in flames?

rating: mature/explicit/18+

tropes: ex-boyfriends brother, enemies to lovers, he fell first

❤️‍🔥 listen along with the playlist ❤️‍🔥

Main Story

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Oneshots

The Christmas Party Prequel Daylight (Aegon's Happy Ending)

Headcanons

Aemond's Dream

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barbiedragon · 4 months

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Red Velvet Bow

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!reader (Modern: HOTD)

WC: 1.2k

12 Days of Smuff-Promises & Phone Sex

Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, fingering

A Christmas evening spent in your lovers's arms (Part of the Champagne and Rubies Verse)

A muffled sob wracked through your body as a third finger stretched you wide. You weren’t in pain, simply overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure. A soft crackle from the cell phone filled the air, followed by the wet drag of skin. You could picture Daemon’s cock spilled against his black trousers, his hand slowly stroking his shaft. Or maybe Rhaenyra was doing it. You wondered if his fingers were buried in her. Occasionally, you would hear the soft rasp of her moans.

“Tell us how it feels, sweet girl,” Rhaenyra’s voice purred.

“F….feels so good, I’m so full,” you whined.

“Wish I was there to see your pretty little pussy stuffed full,” Daemon murmured.

His words made you shiver while you clenched around your fingers, hitting the sweet spot inside you. Your toes curled as you came, soaking your fingers and making a mess on the sheets beneath you.

“I think our pretty girl just came,” Rhaenyra chuckled.

“She didn’t wait for us to give her permission.” Daemon’s tongue clicked disapprovingly.

“Sorry, just felt so good,” you panted, wiping your wet fingers against the sheets before gathering up the phone with your free hand.

“It’s alright, we can let it pass this time. It’s the Christmas season, after all,” Daemon teased.

“You promise you’ll be home in time?” Your voice was soft with need dripping through.

“If I have to sprout wings and fly us there myself. I promise we’ll be home in time,” Rhaenyra replied.

“Perfect. How about some more fun before your next business meeting?”

“You’re such a filthy girl. Why don’t you get the dragon for this one, bunny?” Daemon hummed, and you sprinted to the dresser drawer to retrieve the toy. You never imagined spending the day before Christmas Eve riding a red silicone dildo while your partners listened to you come.

Fluffy snowflakes began to fall over the city of King’s Landing just as Daemon texted you that their plane had landed. Your belly fluttered with excitement as you went into the bedroom to change. You slipped into the black thong with matching babydoll; the dècolletè and bottom hem were lined with white lace. A pair of red heels and a red velvet bow tied around your neck completed the look, making you feel festive but sexy, a perfect blend of naughty and nice. You lounged on the couch, taking in the sight of the Christmas tree decorated with glittering white lights along with red and gold baubles. A satisfying collection of presents lay beneath it, wrapped in matte green paper with giant red bows. Most of them hand wrapped lovingly by you. Syrax sniffed at the boxes as she walked by the tree; the reindeer ears on top of her head jingled with every trot. Your camera roll was currently filled with pictures of her in various Christmas attire. She absolutely adored attention, just like you.

You scritched under her chin before she curled up on her bed at the bottom of the couch. You nibbled on peppermint bark while waiting for Daemon and Rhaenyra to return home. Your wish was granted about twenty minutes later when they entered the penthouse door. Syrax lifted her head before trotting over, eager to be greeted first. Crystalized snow flurries dusted the shoulders of their coats.

“Hello, old girl,” Daemon grinned, patting her back as Rhaenyra dropped to her knees to fuss over the Doberman.

“I’m glad you’re back safely,” you smiled, throwing your arms around Daemon’s neck before kissing him.

“Mmm, and here is my sexy girl.” His hand squeezed your bottom, kneading your flesh and sending sparks through your body. His fingers toyed with the ribbon around your neck. “All wrapped up perfectly for me.”

“I suddenly feel overdressed,” Rhaenyra teased as she slipped off her black peacoat.

“Just gives me more to strip away. I adore undressing you.” You gave her a cheeky wink before hugging her. The familiar smell of her perfume made your skin prickle.

“Why don’t you pour us a drink, bunny?” Daemon suggested, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms.

You scampered over to the wet bar, where you fixed two scotch on the rocks for them. Rhaenyra’s legs stretched across the coffee table as you placed the drinks down. Heat flooded your face when Daemon pulled you into his lap, arranging you face down with your head in Rhaenyra’s lap. Her finger ran over the soft skin behind your ear while Daemon kneaded your ass. Ice clinking filled your ears as Daemon took a long pull from his drink, savoring each drop of scotch. A moment later, his fingers dipped between your thighs, stroking the damp material that clung to your core. You hovered in a hazy space of pleasure as they finished their drinks before guiding you into the bedroom while Syrax snored happily in her bed, belly to the wind.

You tugged Rhaenyra’s violet cashmere sweater over her head, nipping at her warm neck before peeling her buttery soft leggings down her legs. Her slender fingers undid the bow around your neck, the ribbon cascading onto the plush, white carpet. Daemon’s gaze fell heavy on you and Rhaenyra as he unbuttoned his shirt. You beckoned him closer with a crooked finger. Rhaenyra’s teeth hooked the side of your thong, tugging the soaked fabric down your legs while Daemon removed the baby doll, his warm hands cupping your bare breasts. Your nipples hardened in the chilled air. He lifted one of your legs, the tip of his cock dragging through your slick folds before sliding deep inside you. You fluttered around him as your hand pressed against Rhaenyra’s dripping cunt, seeking her swollen clit.

Together, you found a steady rhythm as your moans bled into Rhaenyra’s as Daemon fucked you while your thumb dragged lazily through her damp, delicate skin. You drew one of her rosy nipples between your lips as you trembled with pleasure and soaked Daemon’s cock. She rutted against your fingers, leaving a little mess behind. Bare bodies curled as one, the heat of their skin blistering through you and making you feel safe and loved.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered before closing your eyes.

The next morning was spent sipping on spiked hot chocolate, your mug brimming with fluffy marshmallows as everyone unwrapped presents. Rhaenyra convinced Daemon to wear the matching red satin pajamas she had purchased for the three of you, and he looked rather dashing in them. You had been overly spoiled, of course, treasuring each gift they had given you. Syrax was sans reindeer ears but was in a cozy gray sweater decorated with white snowmen and had a belly full of treats. A layer of pristine snow coated the city, still untouched and sparkling white. You were snuggled between Rhaenyra and Daemon, feeling blessed for your life with them. You never would have thought this possible in a million years, but it was.

“I told you we’d make it home in time, bunny,” Rhaenyra whispered, gently tapping the tip of your nose.

“I’m thrilled you did,” you smiled, leaning into Daemon’s chest as he stroked your satin-clad thigh.

“I can’t imagine spending the holidays without either of you,” Daemon hummed.

“Luckily, we don’t have to worry about that,” you giggled.

It had been the perfect Christmas.

#fae's writings #12 days of smuff #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x reader #rhaenyra x reader #modern hotd au #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #champagne and rubies #champagne and rubies series #daemon imagine #rhaenyra imagine #hotd fic #hotd smut #daemon smut #rhaenyra smut

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 3 months

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I´m so sorry (modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader)

synopsis: For as long as you could think Aegon had been there for you and you had been there for him. To you he had been a brother rather than just a friend, to Aegon you had been the love of his life. And to your demise he was just really bad at self control.

warnings: Dark fic, ddne: dead dove do not eat, non-con, slight somnophilia kinda, mentions of alcohol and drinking, afab reader, angst, smut, p in v sex

word count: 0.9k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

a/n: I know this is short, but this concept would not leave my mind until it was written. hope you enloy it nonetheless. <3

For as long as you could think Aegon had been there for you and you had been there for him. To you he had been a brother rather than just a friend for almost as long. To Aegon you had been the love of his life, the one made for him by the seven, ever since he had learned what it meant to be in love. An all-consuming bond, that he felt too scared to share, in case he would scare you off with the sheer intensity of it. So the feelings kept boiling underneath his skin and you remained blissfully unaware. If only he would be better at self-control.

You had just settled down in bed to go to sleep at one of the sleepovers you often had. Cuddled close under the blanket like you were used to, almost asleep. Almost. You are drifting off for a few seconds here and there, not resisting the claws of slumber any longer, when Aegon's hips start moving against your backside. Frozen in shock you realize it's not just restless shifting that drags his body against yours, it's his clothed, hard cock searching stimulation between your ass cheeks.

You want to say or do something to stop him. Anything really, just as long as it got him to stop and right in that moment Aegon whisper something into your ear that stuns you once more.

“You are so pretty…” His hot breath fans over the side of your face.

The scent of the scotch you had shared earlier which got transported to your nostrils burns itself into your brain. Along with his raspy voice and soft touch. Those gentle hands that stood so in contrast to the very nature of the act he was committing.

“I love you so much. I´ve always loved you.” He pulls you closer until your back touches his chest. Letting his hands wander from around your middle under your shirt to toy with your breasts.

The way his rough fingers knead the supple skin and twist your sensitive nipples until they stand hard at attention. As much as you hate what is happening, you can´t hold back a series of small whimpers. Shutting your eyes tightly when the mattress dips behind you due to his body shifting to make space for pulling your panties half way down your thighs and freeing his cock. Aegon pulls your hips back towards his groin and without any hesitation enters your tight heat until he bottoms out. His breath hitting your back in short, heavy bursts as he immediately begins to rut into you in a frantic pace. Any attempt to keep him out by tightening your walls around him are futile, other than bringing him more pleasure. You hear him whine at the feeling of your velvety walls around his thick length which finally makes a tear spill from your closed eyelids. Catching in your lashes before it cascades down your cheek.

You fight to suppress a sob that threatens to shake your body to avoid raising his suspicion. However you can't avoid him seeing the tear or hear the further shaky whines that leave your lips as he snakes one of his arms around you to grope at your breasts once more. "I'm sorry." He whimpers. "I just can't hold back anymore. You're too pretty. Too perfect." Aegon begins to drive into you faster when you get the strength to finally move a little in an attempt to get away from him.

As you roll onto your stomach, he stands still for a moment. Shushing you trying to calm you down into what he thinks is a deep sleep. In your chest you can feel a small offspring of hope bloom, that this would be enough to get him to stop. It's all the strength you have to move away from him or do anything. Of course the voice deep inside your brain is right in telling you he wouldn't stop until he was done.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. You can keep sleeping." Aegon runs a soothing hand up and down the length of your spine. Waiting a second longer before entering your tight core again. His whimpers at being enveloped by your cunt once more mingle with yours.

"I'm so sorry, princess." The words come out as half growl, half whimper and thread itself all throughout what he's doing to you. Every one of your whimpers is followed by an apology of his and further praise and confessions of his love.

Meanwhile he drives his cock into you more desperately. His balls slapping harder against your clit and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin growing louder to ring in your ears. Aegon fucks into you without abandon, pressing your body into the mattress in a grip that is sure to leave some nasty bruises come morning. Every thrust pushes your body forward, to make you even more nauseous at the situation.

You don´t even know how long it takes for him to be done, simply feel the small amount of relief as he rolls off you after shooting his load onto your thighs.

It´s only after your body stops rocking from the thrusts and the feeling of his thick length has left your cunny, that you feel the lump that has built in your throat. Tears following the moment his soft snores resound. This marking the first of many nights you lie awake feeling the absolute lowest you ever had and the worst part? You can´t even talk to the one person you once trusted most about it.

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fan-goddess · 4 months

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Modern!Aemond + public and edging/denial please! 🥺

Authors Note: Thank you sweetie! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Fingering, public indecency, dirty talk, dom and dub talk, denial, edging, cocky Aemond, power play ish maybe, (I know I’ve missed some but if you see any let me know in any preferred way!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

Ever since Aemond had first met you, he always thought that you were beautiful. A vision of pure beauty that none could ever be compared too. Yet somehow, Aemond believed that you always managed to look a hundred times better when your face was scrunched up in pure ecstasy.

His hands could never be able to contain themselves whenever he was around you, especially when he thought of that fact about you. Though to be honest, Aemond never really tried that hard to keep them contained in the first place.

Even now, while he sits next to you in the lecture hall during one of his and your classes, his hands aren’t able to contain themselves as one begins crawling up the length of your upper thigh to try and reach under your skirt, where he already knows lies your light blue panties waiting for him. Tempting him even.

Your own hands of course like always when he does something like this, goes to stop him. Your soft skin gripping his own rough palm tightly, and pushing it away in an attempt to force him to stop. Shaking your head and motioning to the professor, who continues to stand and lecture the theatre of nearly a hundred other students, completely oblivious to what was happening between two of his students.

Only it has no effect on him, as Aemonds hand only just seems comes back eager than ever to feel you. His fingers practically itching to be coated in your warm delicious juices.

“Aemond! Stop this now!” You whisper to him, your brows furrowed in a way Aemond can’t help but think is absolutely adorable to look at. A surprisingly innocent thought in such a sinful situation.

He chuckles though, his fingers stopping for a moment only to roughly clench on your thigh. “No fucking way princess.” He grunts, before quickly taking advantage of your frozen shock to put his hand successfully up your skirt, and trace the outline of your already wet pussy on your underwear with his thumb.

“I thought you didn’t want this princess? Sure doesn’t feel that way…” He grunts, grinning while he looks towards the professor as if he wasn’t on the verge of entering you with his fingers right now.

“Arse…” You murmur, your breath suddenly hitching as Aemonds thumb presses down hard against your clit and providing you with a delicious amount of friction.

“What was that baby…” He murmurs, his eye that stares intensely at you liking a deep purple and admittedly breathtakingly stern.

“I called you an arse my love.” You mumble, stifling a whine as you shuffle in your seat from the sudden pinch you feel on your clit.

“Behave now…” He growls, the pad of his thumb now teasing your clit as his fingers tease the entrance of your leaking cunt. The professor still continues to drone on, and considering the fact that you know you won’t be able to take any more notes this period, you’re so glad he always puts the slides on google classroom after class…

You can feel the seat below you become slowly warm and even slightly damp, as your juices slide down your legs onto the seat. Aemonds fingers though do nothing within the likes of slowing down. If anything, they seem to go faster the moment he realises how hot and bothered you were becoming in his hold.

The coil you can feel boiling inside you is close to breaking point, and your legs feel as if they were shaking with how hard you were trying to keep yourself still and looking calm.

“Relax…” Aemond murmurs into your ear. The natural seductive purr of his voice causing a slight whimper to leave your lips. “You need to be quiet… or we’ll get caught. You wouldn’t want all our classmates to find out you��re being my little slut for me in front of them, would you?”

You can only manage a small nod as you bite down on your lower lip, swearing to yourself that you could taste blood on your tongue with how hard you bit down.

The coil in your belly feels like it’s just about to break. Just about there. You’re just about to-

It’s gone.

Your orgasm is fucking gone.

Aemond Targaryen, has just taken his fingers out of you and is licking them clean in front of your very eyes. Moaning quietly as he makes sure to lick away every drop he managed to coat his fingers in. He looks over to you, and if the both of you weren’t in the lecture hall right now, you’d honest to god, smack him where he sat. Especially as he gives you such an innocent expression and sympathetically murmurs, “Were you close baby?” Into your ear.

Your glare tells him all he needs to know as he chuckles in amusement, turning back to the listen to the professor, still continuing to talk about the topic he’d begun before Aemond managed to sneak his way into your underwear.

You’re mood isn’t exactly the best as you move to continue with your notes. And it sours even more when you feel Aemonds hand once again trying to get into your underwear.

“Don’t, you, dare…” You snarl, your glare enough to ignite a thousand fires. Only it does nothing to stop Aemond. If anything, it spurs him on more. As his fingers dig hard into the skin of your thighs before roughly scraping at your skin as it trails to your sodden underwear.

His rough hands this time don’t start with teasing your clit. Instead, they head straight to your dripping entrance where they enter swiftly and without resistance. And somehow, they manage to immediately begin bullying your sweet spot inside you that makes your hand immediately fly to your mouth to cover it, in fear Aemonds earlier taunt would come true.

Your legs begin shaking again, and your eyes quickly shutting as you feel yourself practically hurdling towards your orgasm. That is however, until Aemonds hands and in turn your orgasm, suddenly disappear from you. Causing your eyes to fly open and turn heatedly to him, rage clearly boiling behind them as Aemonds own hold only amusement.

The bastard….

“I swear to god Aemond I’m never fucking you again…” You mumble, your brows furrowed in anger as the professor calls to the class reminding them on the homework due Friday as they all begin to stand and leave the classroom, you and Aemond included.

As you storm out with a still grinning Aemond close behind you, to your utter embarrassment though, you realise that you can feel the warmth of your juices running down the length of your leg.

“Hey! Come on love! I’m sorry!” You can hear Aemond yell behind you. Yet as you turn around to look at him, still storming at full speed, it only fuels your anger as you see the grin he doesn’t even bother to hide still plain as day on his lips.

“No you’re not!” You yell, anger still brewing in your stomach as you walk in some unknown direction. But by the looks of it, you’ve annoyingly managed to subconsciously make your way to Aemonds dorm room.

You can’t bring yourself to change direction. So you continue to make your way to Aemonds room. Too annoyed to look at him as you eventually get there. Aemond being all too smug to do anything but amusingly chuckle as he unlocks the door for you and you burst past him, moving to lock the door behind him as he enters.

“Still annoyed with me?” He shouts to you as you roughly remove your coat and your bag to chuck them somewhere on the sofa.

You don’t answer. Instead, only pausing to glare darkly at your smirking boyfriend before going back to your previous task.

Aemond though isn’t satisfied with your lack of an answer. As you hear his footsteps suddenly make their way toward you, and you feel his hands curl tightly around your wrists to force you to face him.

“I thought I asked you, if you were annoyed with me.” He snarls. The once smug expression on his face gone and replaced with a stern look and voice, the sound of which sending shivers down your spine.

“That depends…”

“On what?” He grunts, his face betraying him as he can’t help but raise a brow in curiosity.

“Whether you can make up to me what you did earlier…” You purr, a Cheshire Cat like grin smeared on your face as Aemonds own now holds pure determination.

“Oh really?” Aemond chuckles, his hands eager as he shoves them for the third time up your skirt, his fingers swiping at your juices, before they’re placed in his mouth so he can moan at the taste. “You already seem pretty ready for me little slut. So I think if you want me to make it up to you, you better get in that bedroom, get all naked and pretty for me on that bed, ready for the fuck of your life. Cause I’m not going to stop until your begging for me to fucking stop. Do you understand me? Do you that would be enough to satisfy your cock hungry cunt?”

You find yourself nodding to his proposal immediately, and only a single thought manages to make its way in your head that you can’t help but let loose.

“We’ll see…” You smirk, beginning to make your way to the bedroom but quickly stopping and yelping as you feel Aemonds hand make quick contact with your arse, leaving a faint stinging feeling to erupt on your skin.

“We’ll see indeed…” You hear him murmur, and a slight smile makes its way on your face as you continue to the direction of the bedroom. Satisfied with your behaviour, and certainly eager for what’s to come in not even five minutes time.

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paranoiastudio · 5 months

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Modern!Aemond [headcanon's]

pairing: Modern!Aemond x f!reader

summary: SFW and NSFW headcanon's.

warnings: mentions of sex, no details

word count: 496

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes.

SFW

Aemond loves your difference in walking speed. He often overtakes you and then reaches out his hand, squeezing your tiny fingers.

Aemond loves to watch you sleep. If you suddenly fall asleep in the car, he always picks you up and carries you to bed, trying not to disturb your sleep.

Aemond carries your textbooks. You take one course in history and literature, and you often have common classes.

Aemond loves to shower with you. Even if you wake up earlier, he is always there and fills most of the shower stall with his strong body.

Aemond gives you flowers every monday. You hate this day of the week and your sweet guy is trying to cheer you up.

Aemond introduced you to his family. He is pleased that you got along with his mother (this is very important to him). You even found a common language with Aegon, which is usually not so easy.

Aemond isn't afraid to show you his scar. You have been together for quite a long time and he is confident in you and your love.

Aemond loves watching you play with Vhagar. The old dog accepted you, although not right away. You managed to conquer him with affection and treats.

Aemond takes you to museums, you take him to the theater all the time. He loves spending time with you and your green dresses, in which you look great.

Aemond is sure that you will be together forever. You have been together for almost three years, he is sure that when he proposes to you, you will not reject him.

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Aemond was your first boyfriend and taught you how to please yourself and him.

Aemond loves the cowgirl position, he can see your face, watch your breasts bounce and squeeze your curvaceous thighs while picking up the pace.

Aemond also loves it when you are underneath him. You can't even accept it completely, he too big for you. This sight makes him ecstatic.

Aemond loves to eat your pussy. In bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen or in the car, he doesn’t care whether they see you, the most important thing is the pleasure of his baby.

Aemond doesn't tell you, but he likes it when you call him "my prince." These words awaken something dark and lustful in him.

Aemond is not afraid of your pregnancy and you do not use condoms. You take pills because you think you’re not ready for motherhood yet, he accepts your choice.

Aemond didn't tell anyone, but one day you fucked with him in his father's office. It was an accident, but you both remember how he fucked you on the couch.

Aemond keeps several photos of you in your underwear in his closet. You made them together last Christmas and then had sex in front of the fireplace.

Aemond loves to cum inside you, but he always goes along with you when you ask him to cum on your face.

Aemond dreams of filming your sex, but has not yet found the courage to ask for it.

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stargirlstudio · 1 year

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College BF!Aemond Targaryen Headcanons

☆ Aemond Targaryen x Reader

☆ Nonspecified gender and no physical attributes mentioned

☆ This of course takes place at King’s Landing University (tagged as King’s Landing Uni-verse on my tumblr). For more works in this modern uni au click on the tag!

You and Aemond met during your freshman year and didn't start dating until sophomore year

You both went on your official date after the winter break and found out you will be in one spring semester class

Aemond will try to meet up with you on days where you’re both free. However, with your extracurriculars and his time with the university’s fencing team -- it can be hard

On days he can't take you out to lunch or go to a cafe, he does send you money through a transfer app, with a cute message or just the words “please eat”

If your club needs extra hands, he's more than happy to help you, whether that would be holding stuff in his car or helping carry needed supplies

Isn’t too into “school spirit” so he doesn't care if you steal his hoodies or beanies with the KLU logo on it

Took him a while to introduce him to his other siblings properly

You of course, met Helaena at the club fair, but you formally met Helaena when she invited both of you to an museum event sponsored by her club

You met Aegon at a frat party your freshman year and when he asked you what song you were listening to for a tiktok vid, but formally met him when Aemond treated you all to lunch

Aemond doesn't use emojis often and his texting style can be quite “dry” but he makes more of an effort to type more words

You raised an eyebrow when he used ❤️ for the first time

Aemond doesn't dorm and shares a very very large apartment complex with his siblings

Hightower 1 is a cushy luxury apartment owned by his maternal grandpa

Speaking of his other family members, if your relationship is getting serious his mother Alicent is insistent on meeting you so she books a nice dinner to meet you all

You find out she works in literary archives and you both spent the evening geeking over different texts which Aemond finds endearing

Aemond isn't one for PDA but he does kiss you on the forehead and hold your hand when you walk

AT HOME...completely different story. He already lets you crash at his place but the post lecture cuddles are something different

He'll have his arm draped over your waist with his lights dim, save for the lights over his reptile tanks

If it's another long night, he’ll whisper “I love you’s” and other things he admires about you

Most of the time his compliments have to do with your intelligence and he takes pride in being with someone as successful as you

But he does tell you how pretty you are. Everyone likes hearing that he does too you know

He's low key not good at taking pics of people. When you asked him to take a pic of you in front of something he stood like 🧍

He eventually learned but he sometimes to forget to bend his knees to get the good angles

However the pics you take of him? Godly

He's so camera shy and you respect that but occasionally he’ll blush when you tell him how handsome he is

“How are you not a model yet,” You said as you snapped his photo

Actually he's been scouted a couple of times when you were both were out but he brushed them off

“I don't know them. They could be scamming me,”

Aemond is...very offline. He doesn't get any current trends, memes, or other internet jokes.

The only social media he has is a LinkedIn, Goodreads, and Letterboxd - that's it

He only starting exploring more sites or social media when you would send a link to something

When he made an Instagram you weren't even his first follower, somehow it was Aegon

For the new socials he makes, he only uses it to like and comment on your post and his families. He also has a max 20-30 followers and follows 8 people

Aemond has made it a competition to be the first person to like and comment on your posts

Aemond is very reserved around people he doesn't know but he's observant

Every gift you received from Aemond was put forth with every thought and detail he remembers about you

Your favorite colors, flowers, what clothing item you have wanted, something he saw on your online wishlist. Or even something you had off handedly mentioned -- he will get it

One time you had wanted to get a special edition book set and he got it for you (and it was signed by the author)

He secretly loves the idea of coordinating outfits (although he wears dark colors, mostly all black). If you had on an accessory or an article of clothing that matched him, he would melt

He likes anime/manga but he's pretentious and likes the 90s-early 2000s ones. He thinks the current ones are repetitive

For your first Halloween, you did your own version of Howl and Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle

Everyone established Aemond as being a jealous and possessive lover fair tbh

But I don't think he's confrontational nor is the type to yell at you if he felt jealous

He’ll snake a hand around your waist for his sake but he trusts you and isn't particular threatened by anyone

He holds his own intelligence and being in high regard trust fund baby shit

If anything, he kind of enjoys it because he knows no one else would interest you. He knows you well enough to know that you don't even care

When uni work is getting tough, he loves to hold you. Unwind with you. Or take you out. He'll order your favorite takeout if you both don't feel like cooking, he’ll put on a movie, one time you took a shower together and he felt like he was in heaven when you shampooed his hair

Sometimes, he is afraid that you’ll both grow apart after uni. Especially if both of your plans are vastly different -- which is why his kisses and his grip feel just a bit more desperate as senior year approaches

☆ A/N: If you enjoyed this and want to be tagged in Modern Uni AU! works including headcanons or my fic Academic (Dis)Honor, feel free to comment saying you want to be added to the tag list!

Comments and reblogs are supported and encouraged! I love to see that you guys are enjoying the work. If you have any suggestions for what you want to see (or even nsfw modern uni headcanons) let me know!

#king’s landing uni-verse #fic: academic (dis)honor #hotd fanfiction #modern hotd au #modern hotd #aemond targaryen reader insert #aemond targaryen x reader #modern au #university au #fanfic #headcanons #aemond targaryen headcanons

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lauraneedstochill · 1 year

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The Greens headcanons (modern!au)

I was inspired by @phiasaban post. the second I saw these photos I had an idea for the modern au and just wrote it all down in 10 minutes (this has nothing to do with the show! it’s just me looking at the photos, mind you):

Alicent is a single mom. loves to cook (def cooks when she’s nervous or upset), has a record collection, loves to dance when she’s tipsy. can be a strict parent when she’s pissed (or really tired) but overall is a mama bear (to the point of getting into arguments with teachers — "yeah I think I know what's best for my kids"). she's an angry driver, keeps her car super clean. dresses casually (plaid shirts and jeans), but whenever she puts on a dress she looks so smoking hot it makes every man turn around after her. tons of them flirt with her but she mostly looks uninterested. deep inside is afraid to get her heart broken again. makes friends with her neighbor Cole (he let her borrow flour a few times). he is totally in love with Alicent and everyone sees it but her. he's okay with her taking all the time she needs.

Aegon is a fuckboy but a very apologetic one. has no cruel intentions, he just “loves women so much, he can’t help himself”. either writes songs or poetry. has the weirdest captions on instagram. drinks wine 24/7 but manages to look sober when needed. ends up falling in love with one of his closest friends who’s been tolerating him for years, helping him sober up, making him breakfasts, giving cruel reviews of his sappy poems. one day she just casually picks him up in her car, they’re driving in comfortable silence, she asks him how his day went — and it suddenly strikes him that she’s the one. he’ll probably tell her right away ("I think I'm in love with you" — and she sharply presses the brakes). but it will take a couple of weeks for him to fully sober up, convince her to go on a date with him and then to give him a chance. will plant kisses all over her face whenever she’s upset. he loves movie dates, but his sense of humor is questionable.

Aemond is into sports (pick whatever you like, but he doesn’t look like a team player to me lol). very competitive, self-disciplined, doesn’t talk much. girls swoon over him and he ignores them completely. secretly is a nerd, reads a lot (and pretty much anything). falls in love with a girl who challenges him but will also stand by his side in every situation imaginable even if he’s wrong (she won’t shy away from telling him the truth when it’s just the two of them, though). he’s incredibly protective yet very gentle. it's all about forehead kisses, leaving sweet notes for her, buying flowers for no reason. not a fan of PDA's but will hold her hand every chance he gets. remembers every single anniversary. they’ll probably adopt a dog. he gives the best hugs and loves when she plays with his hair. they can talk about their favorite books for hours and she loves being the only one who gets to see that side of him.

Helaena is into astrology and tarot cards. has a cat (or three) and probably a little pet snake. talks to animals (I also think she’ll be vegan but don’t quote me on that). buys a lot of plants (and gives them names), maybe in attempt to compensate for her smoking. some may say she has a resting bitch face, but those ppl clearly never saw her smile, 'cause it lights up her face and she looks absolutely adorable. she’s the first one to steal their mother’s car (Alicent is not surprised and just texts her "no smoking in the car!"). annoyed with her brothers most of the time but god forbid someone dares to hurt them. carries a pocketknife (it looks very pretty, decorated with crystals and stuff), wears long t-shirts. adventurous but it takes time for her to trust people. will fall in love with someone who’s kind (and maybe introverted?). they’ll get matching tattoos (smth very small and simple), go on road trips and music festivals. yes, I can totally imagine her being queer.

➡ next: modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au part 1 — “All yours” part 2 — First time for everything 💌 my masterlist you can also check out the playlists I made for Aemond and Aegon 🎵

#house of the dragon #my stuff #house of the dragon modern au #modern hotd au #hotd modern au #hotd #hotd fics #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #house of the dragon fanfiction #alicent hightower imagine #helaena targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagine

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴇ (ᴊᴀᴄᴇ)'ꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ᵖᵗ ⁱ

modern!au jessie's girl masterlist

warnings: suggestive scene but no smut pronouns: she/her summary: Aemond has only ever had his eye on one girl, however she just so happens to be his brother's best friend and dating their nephew first of my works on these three so lmk if you'd like more :)

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"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 he saw you, he knew. He had never been so sure of anything in his life...but then his nephew's arm slung around you and he was clenching his jaw. Aegon whistled beside him with a teasing smirk. "Still not over her, huh?" Aegon teases. Aemond has to dig his nails into his palms to keep from doing something he'd regret. "Although for that you'd need to be under–" He's laughing even as Aemond rams his elbow between his ribs. "I think you'd be fine with either." He wheezes. Aemond rolls his eye and stays huffing in the corner of the large house Aegon dragged him to. By now he had had a searing crush on you for five months, five torturous months and his brother made sure to remind him. He didn't think he'd ever felt something so painful before in his life not even when he lost his left eye. His jaw ticks as he stares after your figure carelessly twirling with Jacaerys Velaryon. He digs his fingers into his palm when your resounding laugh echoes out of the mouths around you because how could anyone not catch the infectious beam of light that surrounds your every move?

Your fingers lace with Jace's as he spins you again and again until you're absolutely dizzy and trying to stay upright. Your laughter is stirring the tipsy haze he's attempting to withdraw from and more importantly tugging the strings his heart is so desperately pretending are firm. He knows that Baela can see the lovesick glint in his eyes, hell even his brothers have noticed the change in him. Jace jolts when he feels a hand slapping his back and the familiar perfume wafting through his nose. "We're up soon." His cousin's voice utters into his ear, slowly dropping her hand and shooting you a wink as she steps away. Jace sighs and his eyes soften at you in apology. "Sorry, we'll I'll find you again after." Your bright eyes connoted no ill-will and instead the excitement as you ushered him away. Cute, he thought with a dopey smile. "Go, go!" You encouraged. "I'll still be here when you get back." A second more firm hand connects with his back but this time it tugs him away "It's alright, I got him." Cregan says through an easy grin. You nod and step lean to press a kiss to Jace's cheek, leaving a flash of red in its wake. "I'll see you later." You smile and wait for The Blacks to take the stage.

From the wings of the stage, Aegon taunts his nephew while Aemond helps Helaena carry the equipment. He rolls his eyes and looks across the audience. This was the largest venue they had performed in and he wasn't going to let petty rivalries take away from that. Key word; wasn't. Because then his brother let rip his big mouth. "I think we need a bet, huh?" Aegon smirked. Helaena's distractions weren't working anymore, she was busy testing her keyboard. "Winner takes Y/n to the afterparty, loser leaves." Aemond's eye snaps to him and narrows in suspicion. Aegon never did anything for anyone but himself but it could just as easily be to get on Jacaerys' last nerve. Jace barks a surprised laugh and steps back with eyebrows raised. "You wanna take my girl to the afterparty?" He folds his arms in amusement. "Good luck getting her to agree to any of this." Aegon steps closer, towering ever so slightly above him. His face doesn't move except a confident smirk etching over his chapped lips. "I don't think that'll be an issue." He breathes smugly and drops a hand onto the younger boy's shoulder. Aemond holds his own breath as he watches the exchanges, a layer of anticipation rekindling in his stomach. Jace shrugs. "You can try but we're winning, so you'll need to find somewhere else you can drink yourself into a coma." The quip snatches a laugh from Baela who doesn't quieten at the glare Aemond sends her. Aegon's eyes glint in something no one quite understands, probably not even himself. He grips Jace's shoulder in his hand tightly before slipping it back into his pocket and maintaining his egotistical façade. "May the best man win." Jace responds. "We will." Aegon responds quickly. Jace clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes before taking a deep breath and returning to his bandmates. Cregan was so not gonna be happy with this.

Aegon turns around with a spring in his step as he shoots his brother a smug grin. Aemond furrows his brows. "What are you doing?" He asks, scepticism rolling off his tongue like water. "What are you talking about?" Aegon snickers, handing Alys her guitar. She eyes them both and the tension thickening. "I think I have the same questions." She murmurs, flickering her gaze between them. Warily, she passes Daeron his drumming sticks. Aegon doesn't answer, only winks and takes his place at the front of the stage, forcing a sigh to drip from his Aemond. His brother reluctantly steps back, bass in hand. The lights slowly return to the stage and The Greens' presence is immediately noticed as their new audience claps excitedly. "Hellloo!" He drawls, raising his hand to the microphone and basking in the attention. "I for one am so glad that you are joining us tonight so let us take you somewhere else for a minute, my brother's beautiful brain of course." Snickers greeted the comment as expected. Aemond rolled his eyes before realisation of his words hit; they were supposed to be doing one of Helaena's tonight, weren't they? He caught Aegon's keen eyes and frowned, dread seeping into his veins. "Everyone give it up for our new song, 'Jessie's Girl'!" Aemond's stomach dropped to his feet.

Fuck.

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dreamcatcher2113 · 1 year

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The Sunflower and The Dragon: The Dragon’s Sunflower

Summary: No one would have that Aegon Targaryen would settle down, and commit to someone. Then he met you. Aegon started to become a better person since he met you. The two of you just made sense when you are together.

Author Note: Just another cute little series that I want to do.

Warnings: Suggested Sexual Content

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The Dragon’s Sunflower

It was early morning, Aegon was dead to the world. He usually doesn’t wake up at ass crack of dawn. So when he turned to your side of the bed, expecting you to be there. Instead he feels your side of the bed empty. Aegon should have known that you are already up, he looks at the clock that was on the bed table. It was 9 in the morning, Aegon groaned as he got out of bed. He loves you dearly, even though you love waking up before noon is a mystery to him. Aegon puts on gray sweatpants, and decide to just go shirtless because why the fuck not. It’s yours and his apartment, he can do whatever he wants.

Aegon walks out of your shared room and turns to the kitchen. He starts to hear music, and then he sees you with your hair up in a messy bun, and only wearing one of his black shirts. He couldn’t help but to smirk at the sight. Aegon sits on one of the chairs on the island, watching you sway your hips. The shirt is a little long, but it left room to the imagination. His goldendoodle Sunfyre came up barking happily. You turned and saw your boyfriend sitting on the chair, smirking at you.

“Oh goodness. Aegon you scared me.” You were startled at his sudden appearance, but smiled regardless.

“Good morning my sunflower, what are you making?” Aegon asked.

“I am making french toast.” You said sweetly, putting the bread on the frying pan.

Aegon chuckled a little bit, since your back was turned you didn’t see him walking behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, you jumped a bit but relaxed. Aegon starts kissing your neck.

“Aegon.” You called out his name.

“Yes, my love.” He replied.

“I’m trying to make breakfast for us.” You said, but not really trying to pull away from him. Leaning into him closer, you love feeling his touch.

Aegon smirked into your skin. “I’m not hungry at the moment. I’m craving for something else.” He continues to assault your neck, moving his hand to your hips, rubbing circles on them. Wanting to feel your lips, he spins you around so you are facing him. Aegon immediately smashed his lips against yours. He licks your bottom lip, asking for access and of course you gave it to him. Your hands begin to travel to his hair, gripping it. Aegon couldn’t get enough of you, you have become his addiction. The both of you pulled apart for air, his lips made their way back to your neck this time he wants to find the little special spot that makes you weak in the knees. His hands travel to the bottom of the shirt you are wearing a little bit, exposing a little bit of the dark green lace panties that Aegon loves so much.

“Aegon.” You moaned a bit.

“Yes sunflower?” Aegon said against your neck, still raising the shirt a bit more.

“The stove is still on, and I really don’t want to explain to our landlord why we burned our kitchen down.” You explained, feeling Aegon sucking on the spot on your neck that makes you feel weak.

Chuckling a bit, Aegon skillfully turns off the stove and he picks you up and places you on the counter that is next to the stove, earning a yelp from you. He places himself between your legs, and you wrap them around his waist. The two of you start kissing again, his hands gripping into the shirt that you are wearing, and sliding it up more. While your hands explore his neck and his hair. Aegon pulls you closer, and moves the collar of the shirt, so he can kiss the space between your neck and shoulders and starts marking you up again.

“My love.” You said so sweetly, one hand gripping his hair while the other grips on his bareback.

“I’m a little busy Princess.” He said, kissing your neck this time.

Giving up, you just let Aegon do what Aegon does. Not that you are complaining. Wanting to mark him up too, you make him pull away from you for a bit. He looks at you with puppy eyes, and pouts a little bit. You giggled at his reaction, and started kissing his neck. Aegon moans a little bit when you start to suck on the spot on his neck. Once you pull away, you admire your work. Aegon smirks and starts kissing you once again.

“Gods I want you sunflower.” Aegon growls in your ear.

“What’s stopping you my dragon?” You asked.

Aegon chuckles a bit, he was about to pull the shirt off but then his phone begins to ring. Usually he would just ignore it but he recognized that ringtone, and knows that it’s his mom that’s calling. He grunts in frustration, a little irritated that the two of you were interrupted.

You giggle a bit. “You should probably go get that.”

Aegon groans again. “Fine.” He gives a quick peck, and leaves to answer his phone.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. You hop off of the counter and start making breakfast again. You hear his footsteps again, hearing Aegon talking to his mom. “Just give me one sec mom, I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Alright mom, you’re on speaker.” Aegon said. As he sits on the chair that he sat on before.

“Hello Y/N.” You hear Alicent.

“Hey Alicent.” You yelled back, still making french toast.

“I was wondering if you would like to come to a family dinner at our place tomorrow night.” Alicent said over the phone.

You looked at Aegon, mouthed if he wanted to go. Even though his relationship with his mother and the rest of his family has gotten better, there are still wounds that need healing. As much as you love his family, Aegon’s well being is more important to you. Aegon gave you a nod, telling you that it’s okay.

“We’ll be there Alicent.” You answered, putting the last of the french toast on the plate. Putting them on the island where Aegon is sitting.

“Great! We will be seeing you tomorrow night. It’ll be nice seeing you both.” Alicent said.

“It’ll be nice seeing you too Alicent.” You said.

“I have to go. Love you both.” Alicent said.

“Love you too mom.” Aegon replied, and hung up on the phone. Aegon sighed, you reached one of your hands to hold on to his. Without hesitation he holds your hand back. Rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, grounding himself a little bit.

“Are you sure you want to go, baby? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You suggested, looking over your boyfriend with a worried look.

Aegon shakes his head no. “No, sunflower. I want to go. Mom has been trying, and I want to show her that I am too.”

You walk around the island and sit on Aegons lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, while Aegon has his arms around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.

“You have been trying my love. You have made so much progress, and I am so proud of you.” You said. Putting your forehead against his, smiling at him.

Aegon smiles back at you. “Thank you, sunflower.”

“Of course, my dragon.” You said back, giving him a quick peck on the lips. The two of you started feeding each other the french toast you made. The both of you were laughing, smiling and having a good time. Moments like these, makes you feel so thankful that you fell in love with Aegon. Even though things started rocky between the two of you, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You and Aegon are happy together, and both of you have become better people for each other. You love this man, and he loves you too.

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spaceycowboys · 1 year

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Oh yeeessss Aemond and his smart girl fighting like that. Consider: she makes him jealous because she wants to get fucked like that, and he knows but can't help himself. So not only is Aemond being extra mean because he's jealous, but he's also taunting her about how he knew this was her plan. How even when she's not being fucked silly, he's still just one step ahead of her. And every time she tries to argue no, it's not like that, he fucks her just a little harder or does something that makes her lose her mind mid-sentence

And oh yeah, it'd be enemies to lovers for Aegon. Aegon thinks she's too smart for him and probably belongs with someone like Aemond who can keep up with her, and he hates it. He especially hates it when her friends imply he's too dumb for her. He's gonna talk down to her as he ruins her, even mocking her some when she struggles to be coherent. Absolutely loses it if she manages an "only for you" at some point. Don't imagine him not hearing at first so he leans in with a "Aaawww, I don't think I heard you" and then gets that response

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inserting a read more for smut purposes.

tw: mentions of creampie, dumbification, jealousy, mindbreak (? just incase), lil slut shaming (not in a mean way), i got carried away and gave aegon a daddy kink (im sorry-), also implied sugar daddy aegon

omg no yes because

aemond, while very comfortable and trusting in their relationship is still very, very insecure due to his eyes. not that his sweet, smart girl would EVER do anything to pick at him over his eye or give him any reason to feel as if he is ANY less than enough for her just because he can’t see out of one eye. however, he is easily jealous due to his disability. anyone that looks at her too long is an immediate red flag and he is averting her away from them. her, he trusts. it’s other people that he doesn’t trust. now in my head aemond is two or three years older than her, but they met due to being in some of the same classes, she is stupid smart and in all the upper levels early, on fast track for early graduation, all that jazz. aemond’s done all the partying he wants to do, but he can’t just say no to her when she’s got her lips pouted and eyes all wide, pleading with him to go with her to some stupid party. he goes and stands in the corner while she dances with her girlfriends, and then some guy that he briefly recognizes walks up and stands too close to her, leans in a little too close to her, she doesn’t push him away either. aemond knows what she’s doing, and he won’t admit but it’s working. he drags her back to his place, so he doesn’t have to deal with her stupid roommate, stripping her and working her up really quick before he just starts running his mouth, punctuating every thrust with taunts dipped in honey. telling her he can’t believe she would go to such extremes to make him so jealous, how he knew what she was doing and asking her if she’s stupid enough to think he’d get jealous over that guy. all she can manage is gaspy moans, her mind unable to keep up with his words as his cock repeatedly drills into her cervix in a borderline painful manner. eventually she just begins nodding on with everything he’s saying, and continuously telling him that she’s his stupid slut and she loves him so much. he really likes it when the only words she can manage are whiney little aemond’s and i love you i love you i love you’s.

poor aegon is literally so insecure :(. i imagine this one being another age gap, a bit bigger, fourish years, they met because she was interning at his dad’s company where he “works” (he won’t admit it but it was love at first site for him) so not only is she stupid smart but she’s that much younger than him and stupid smart. she’s just so fucking smart and all her stupid friends are so fucking smart. he really isn’t even sure why she’s with him but he’s too scared to ask her. her friends never hesitate to make little fucking jabs at him though, they can be pretty fucking mean. and he isn’t a bitch, and he definitely dishes it back, but their words still bother him. one night after too many bad jokes using him as the punchline, he really just snaps. sinking into her the second he gets her panties pulled down right at the front door. telling her that she’s his baby, and she is. he babies the fuck out of her in and out of bed, a big giver as long as he gets praise in return (i digress i just want this man as a sugar daddy). anyway so he’s talking down at her, telling her that she’s his stupid little baby, and that she can’t do anything without him, let alone get off. sometimes when he gets like this after the taunting of her friends, he holds her a little closer while he fucks her, asking who the fuck she belongs to while his cock hits her g-spot and pelvis rubs against her clit, knowing she can’t understand what he’s saying, let alone form a coherent sentence. absolutely looses it when she whines out breathy little yours, yours, yours. he nuts on the spot when he says what was that baby, i don’t think i heard you? and the moan he gets back is yours, daddy.

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A Perfect Score - Chapter 1 - Ice Cold | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: The opportunity of a lifetime presents itself | Word Count: 5.8k~ | Warnings under the cut~

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Warnings: language, mentions of injury

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to A Perfect Score, I hope you like the first chapter! It's a lot of set-up here but I am hoping it's not too boring.

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Halting in the middle of the rink, you lean down, tugging the strings of your skates back through their holes even tighter. Damn things are always too big. You make a mental note to text Rhaenys later to get rid of them and invest in some more that actually fit well enough to practise in.

The sound of blades tearing through the ice is beginning to grate now, so you think it’s been long enough. You’ve been practising perfecting the Fankick to Illusion move for at least an hour now and your thighs are starting to scream for reprieve.

Another lesson you feel you’ve learned over the years is to listen to your body when it needs rest. Pushing yourself so hard in the past has never turned out with good results. So now all you can think about is going home, icing your muscles and eating something a bit gratifying, even if it means cheating on your strict diet.

It’s only when you stand up that you realise your core kills, and you wince slightly once you push yourself on your skates towards the edge of the rink.

And as if it couldn’t possibly get worse, a wide-stupid grin is plastered all over Jace Velaryon’s face as he skates up to you. His wild curly brown hair is sat unruly at chin length, and he wears entirely grey sportswear, paired with black skates.

“Fancy seeing you here” he muses, as he circles you on the ice.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Actually I was just leaving”

Jace feigns disappointment, his lips turning down into a playful child-like frown, “Shame. Was hoping we could practise together”

You huff, skating backwards away from him, “In your dreams, Velaryon”

“Your loss!”

"You not pestered Luke to get into it then?" You call, amused.

Jace rolls his brown eyes in the back of his head, almost losing balance as he does, "Nah, he's terrified. Won't come near it!"

"Shame, it'd be like watching Bambi-On-Ice" you joke with a grin. He pulls a fake-amused expression, sticking two fingers up at you in retaliation before skating off himself.

You swivel round on the ice, to be greeted with a bright, smiling face as Ellyn Baratheon waits there at the side-lines waving at you.

“Hey El” you say, all puffed out as you walk on your skates to the nearest bench, your muscles screaming now that you’re off your feet.

She smirks, raising an eyebrow, “Jace trying to chat you up again?”

“Trying for sure”

Ellyn hands you a hand towel which you take graciously to dab the back of your neck, “I don’t know how you do this everyday” she says, shaking her head, “Floris not here?”

“No, I haven’t seen her” you shrug, “Why are you here anyway. You Joe Goldberg-ing me?” you smirk at her, undoing the laces to your skates and rubbing the sensitive skin at the ankle.

Ellyn raised her eyebrows, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder, “It’s hardly Joe Goldberg-ing when I know you, idiot” she jokes.

Taking a long sip from your water bottle, you furrow your brows, “What’s up with you? It’s not like you to be worrying after Floris”

“No it’s not that” she argues, “Dad said she was having a tough time with training and I thought she’d be here so…”

You shrug, “She’s not come to train here in ages”

Ellyn hums looking around, looking back at you with wide eyes, “Don’t look, but him in the stands, he's been staring at you the whole time I’ve been here and he totally just caught me looking”

“Well now I just have to look, don’t I?” you smirk, looking around her.

She is indeed right.

High in the stands, arms tightly behind his back, wearing a long dark green coat, is Otto Hightower. He has a stern face beneath the greying beard on his face, eyes constantly set into a frown. Once he sees he has been noticed, he pretends to observe the other skaters, but it’s blatantly obvious he was staring at you, and has been doing so for the past few weeks.

“Oh, him? He’s always here” you say to Ellyn, pulling a face, “Some sort of - I don’t know - talent scouting or something?”

Ellyn passes you your trainers, “Does he always stare like that?”

“Yeah but he’s harmless. It’s Lars, Larry…fuck I don’t remember his name, but it’s him you should feel weird about”

“Gods, yeah! Floris told me!” Ellyn gasps, looking around to make sure the guy isn’t around, “Is it true he was found in the women’s locker room?”

You nod, amused, tying up the laces to your shoes.

Ellyn chuckles, “Jesus, the stuff you guys put up with. Makes me glad I never got involved in this business” she gestures with her hands to the ice rink.

“Hm” you hum, “Anyway, are you going to take me out to eat or what”

She links arms with you, “Charming”

You spare a look over your shoulder at the man in the stands, who looks cagier by the second as he turns, eyes trained entirely on you and stalks off out of booths, his long coat brushing against the seats. He walks away with a purpose only Hightowers seem to possess.

Ellyn, in her true Baratheon nature, takes you to Storm’s End, a popular brunch spot that sells cocktails in the early afternoon. Partly because she genuinely enjoys the food, but also because her dad owns the place. Suppose special treatment works sometimes.

Also in her true nature, she orders two mimosas, indicating that even if it’s not your cheat day, sometimes you just have to live a little, she says. Ellyn harps on about a guy she’s been texting who she matched with on Tinder, who turned out to be a Class A twat when she found out that he’d also matched with every single one of her sisters and tried to chat them up as well.

But as much as she is trying to mask how concerned she is, you can see it. After being her flatmate for so long, it’s difficult to not see.

“Why are you so concerned about Floris?”

Ellyn sighs, “I don’t know. I know I shouldn’t. She’s an adult and she can take care of herself and all but she’s just being really secretive. I just don’t like thinking that she’s keeping her troubles to herself. Even Cass has no idea what’s going on and you know what she’s like”

Your eyes widen in agreement, biting back a grin.

“Control Freak”

You both say in unison with a giggle.

You stab at your lunch with your fork, “Well, if it makes you feel any better I’m in ‘the business’ and I don’t know what’s going on with her” you say, “I’m sure she’ll come around. Like you say, she’s a big girl”

“I just think with all these championships coming up, it’s going to her head”

You hum in agreement. But before you can say any more, both you and Ellyn stare at one another in shock when both of your phones light up at the same time, with different Caller IDs. Hers with ‘Dad’. And yours with ‘Rhaenys - Manager’.

Giving one another a weird look, Ellyn senses the urgency in hers and scrambles to her feet, urging her phone to her ear. You accept the call putting it to yours,

“Rhaenys?”

“Where are you right now?” she asks, urgency in her tone.

“Uh…Storm’s End, why?” you ask, “Has something happened?”

“Are you with anyone?”

“Yeah, Ellyn, but she’s on the phone to her Dad - Rhaenys, what’s going on?”

You hear her sigh over the phone, her usually calm demeanour is somewhat hurried.

“Floris has injured herself quite badly. A broken ankle. She won’t be able to compete in the Championships”

With the phone still pressed to your ear, you look up at Ellyn, who is practically tearing her hair out across the room, half-shouting nervously down the phone, receiving the same news as you are right now.

“How do you know this?”

“I have my ways”

“No but, why are you telling me this?”

Rhaenys sighs again and you feel the panic winding its way up your throat, sending every hair on edge. You’re annoyed and flustered in equal measure that you can’t see her face, and wished she would just tell you what the hell was going on.

“Otto Hightower has approached me, asking for you”

What. The. Fuck.

Okay, that’s not what you expected to hear.

“Otto Hightower. You’re kidding right?”

“I wish I was” she answers in a flat tone.

“Well - uh - why not Baela or Rhaena?”

“He doesn’t want them, they only do Singles. Now that Floris is injured they need another skater to join their team”

Your mind feels like it's whirring a million miles an hour.

“Wait, Otto Hightower wants me for Pair Skating?” you ask, confused, “Rhaenys I’ve never done Pairs either!”

“You think I don’t know that!” she retorts, her volume increasing and cracking down the phone, “If Otto wants you, you have a shot at going to the Olympics. With the Targaryens”

The Targaryens.

A figure skating family powerhouse. Combined with the Hightower management, they’re quite the force to be reckoned with. You’d heard of them, being involved in figure skating for most of your life, as they always represented the Crownlands, but they were like a myth, only spoken about but never seen. And as well as that, they’re steeped in layers of controversy. It’s the only thing that is ever so slightly colouring your judgement.

“Rhaenys, I don’t know about this…I’ve got Ellyn right here-”

“There’s a schmoozing event tomorrow night. They’ll all be there. Just go and see how you feel and then we can talk about it, okay?” she offers, her tone more gentle now, “At least give it a chance”

Your gaze is brought back to Ellyn, who looks significantly less stressed out than a moment ago, but still with the phone pressed hard to her ear, talking under her breath. You swallow anxiously and wonder how Ellyn would take it if you so quickly snapped up the opportunity that was presented only because her sister was injured. It feels like the room is spinning, with no sign of stopping and the feeling is making the blood in your veins feel like jelly.

The Olympics.

Was there really a chance that could ever happen?

With a strained, quiet voice, you finally speak, “I’ll think about it”

Rhaenys makes a noise down the phone like the tension is leaving her body, “I’ll text you the details”

As quickly as either of you are able, you accompany her to the hospital to see Floris. And when you see her, it takes every ounce of self-control inside you when Floris shows a photo of her injury not to outright gag. Rhaenys wasn’t fucking kidding, broken ankle your arse. It was facing in the most unnatural direction. Whatever move she was trying to do clearly had gone buttfuck wrong and all her weight had completely snapped her foot.

You manage to sneak in some snacks for her, before leaving Ellyn alone with her to chat amongst themselves while the rest of the Baratheons arrive.

It leaves you to think finally, in quiet, in the comfort of your flat with the kettle boiling softly about what Rhaenys had suggested.

It could never have happened on your own. The Targaryens were well known in the Figure Skating industry, and not always necessarily for the right reasons.

You were too young to remember fully, but after becoming a skater, you began to hear rumours of Alicent Hightower. Some in judgement and some in sympathy. Even the details, you couldn’t tell if they were biased or not.

Alicent Hightower was a brilliant figure skater. The Sweetheart of Oldtown, they called her. She was graceful, professional and had all the makings of being Olympics worthy. And she was only in her early twenties when she did make it, although that didn’t come without the berating and hounding of her father, Otto Hightower, who was and still is her manager, except now he manages her Targaryen children as well. It was always in the press, Otto would be caught berating Alicent in restaurants and outside of championships, he was so desperate for his daughter to make it big. You count the blessings and thank the gods that your parents were never like that.

When she did make it to the Olympics, it had come out that she was having a secret relationship with a judge on the panel, Viserys Targaryen, without disclosing it. In the conflict of interest, and when she was found to be pregnant, she was disqualified and banned from competing professionally altogether. It devastated her noticeably, as the press loved to point out, shoving their cameras in her face wherever she went.

Something about it had always rung tragic to you though. She was only in her early twenties, and Viserys was much older and had already been widowed, with a child around the same age as Alicent as well. A fact you couldn’t help but find gross now that you’re older. But not only that, Viserys was extremely close with Otto, and the whole ordeal reeked of his involvement. An act that in the end, destroyed her career.

The controversy lasted years, as Viserys was also fired from his job on the board, but with his severance he was at least able to raise the family he’d made with Alicent, going on to have a further three children with her. And you didn’t doubt that she was probably happy now, with her four children all grown, but there was something about the entire thing that made you incredibly sad for her.

Ping.

Your phone screen lights up just as you pop some leftover pasta into the microwave.

Jace was always sweet. You’d known him a while and he always seemingly had a thing for you, something he desperately cannot keep to himself even if he tried. He’d even asked you on a few dates, once upon a time, but you’d always said you see him as a friend. And gods, you felt like a bitch but you couldn't help how you felt. He was sweet, but a bit too sweet. Like brother sweet. And it would just be too weird.

That didn’t stop him from shooting his shot though.

You hear the jingle of keys as Ellyn shuffles through the door, sinking into the sofa with a sigh having been on her feet all day. She doesn't need to ask for a drink, you already have two mugs ready.

"Pasta?" You ask,

"Nah, I'm good, thanks. Dad took us out"

“How is she?” you ask after a beat, pulling the pasta out and dishing it up for yourself, leaning against the counter.

“Fine, but devastated, obviously” Ellyn sighs, grabbing a mug of tea you’d made for her, “she was looking forward to the Championships”

“I bet she was, bless her”

Ellyn furrows her brows, “She said she couldn’t tell me much…about anything”

You pull a face, “Why not?”

“She said she had to sign an NDA”

You scoff a laugh, "What the fuck? An NDA? Fucking hell, trust Otto to keep her quiet"

“Yeah well, she can’t tell anyone anything, not even her family” Ellyn tuts, burning her tongue slightly on her tea, “She told me Otto reached out to Rhaenys though”

Your face blanches and you look over at your flatmate, “Oh yeah?” you say shakily, “Yeah, um, Rhaenys called me at Storm’s End…telling me about Floris”

“She roping you into it?” she asks with a nod,

“Something like that”

Silence falls and the only sound is you tapping your fingers nervously on the bowl you're holding.

“I won’t do it”

Ellyn frowns, “Why?”

“Because I would feel shitty going for it knowing that it was literally going be Flor-ow!” she pinches your arm, “What was that for!”

“For being dumb” she says smirking, “listen I don’t care. Floris injured herself. It’s not like you’ve stolen her place or anything”

“That’s what it feels like though” you pout, rubbing the spot where she'd pinched you, "trim your fucking nails as well, that hurt"

She pinches you again, albeit not as hard “That’s for being dumb again” she says, “Listen, how many people get personally asked for? To compete in Championships. The Olympics!”

You sigh. Still not entirely convinced.

“Don’t give me that. If you want to do it then go for it. What reason do you have not to?" She asks, giving you a pleading look.

"I don't know! I have like imposters syndrome or something! I've never done Pairs, why does he want me?" You reason, stabbing a piece of penne, "The Targs are big, Ellyn. I'm not sure I'm ready for that…"

She scoffs, "Fuck me, who is?"

Your phone pings again with an email from Rhaenys, detailing the information for the schmoozing event tomorrow. You sigh as you read it.

"Who's that?"

"Rhaenys. Says there's an event tomorrow, the Targs will be there with Otto and she said if I wanted the opportunity I should go and meet them…" you explain, scrolling aimlessly through the details on your phone.

"Do it" Ellyn says, giving you a reassuring smile, "I'll hate you if you don't"

"Ok, ouch"

"Do it then!"

You pout, "But that means I have to shave my leeeegs…"

"I swear to all the gods, I will dump that penne pasta all over your dumb little head if you don't"

You'd laugh, if you didn't know Ellyn. But fortunately, you do, and you know she's deadly serious and absolutely would.

She puts on that pouty little look as well, sticking her bottom lip out, dangling her legs as she sits on the arm of the sofa.

You sigh, "Will you help me find a dress?"

She grins, clapping her hands excitedly, "Can I do your hair as well?"

Rhaenys wasn't kidding when she said it would be lavish.

The car will pick you up around 18:30. It's going to be a fairly formal dress event, but nothing too glitzy. Wear something sophisticated.

Yes ma'am.

As promised, Ellyn went the whole nine yards with helping you pick out a dress, deciding ultimately on a mid length black number with spaghetti straps, taking Rhaenys' advice and not wearing anything too much. That paired with heels and some gold accessories, and with Ellyn having done your hair in waves, it looked entirely professional.

But knowing this didn't help your nerves.

You sat nervously in the back of the car the entire time bouncing one leg, feeling the hot whips of panic at the back of your neck.

Am I overdressed? What if you can see my pantyline? What if I shit myself, I've not got a spare pair of underwear. Is this neckline too low? Will a nipple spill out?

"I know that look" Rhaenys' smooth voice snaps you out of your panic, "You won't be convincing anyone when you look like a slapped arse" she grins.

Rhaenys looks gorgeous as always, dressed in a beautiful sea blue with mesh at the top. Her hair is perfectly braided back without a single strand where it shouldn't be. She's always so classy, it's disgusting really.

"Sorry" you sigh, "I'm nervous"

"The only thing we should be nervous about is if there is wine or not" she retorts with a smile, pulling out her compact to check her lipstick hasn't bled.

"When I was your age it was all different. No licking the proverbial arse, shall we say"

You furrow your brows, "I don't want to be thinking about arse licking in front of Otto Hightower, thank you"

Rhaenys laughs, wiping some lipstick from her lip line, "Just relax. I'll talk you through who is there and what they do"

The car stops and you gather your dress as you step out, looking at the grand looking building in front of you. Rhaenys shuts the door softly as she leads you up the stairs, her heels clicking with each purposeful step.

"You do look lovely tonight, I'm sure there's nothing to be nervous about" she says, looking lovingly down at you and brushing a waved lock of hair out your face.

"I don't look overdressed?"

She scoffs, "Trust me, they will be. They like to make an impression"

A member of staff greets you both at the entrance, slipping your coat off your shoulders to hang up, just as another descends upon you two to offer a glass of Prosecco, which you clutch nervously in your grip, following Rhaenys through the foyer to the function room at the back.

"It's not wine, but at least it's alcoholic" Rhaenys muses as she sips a little, wiping her lipstick mark off the rim after she's done.

The function room is wide and grand, decorated top to bottom with lights and decorations that reflect a glimmer off the large chandelier that hangs overbearingly in the middle of the room. There's a softened chatter that fills the space, a hushed one that you think only people of a certain status are able to converse in.

You scan the room briefly, amongst the sea of heads. Some you know as judges who attend the local competitions. Others who you scarcely recognise from TV, who hold high standing as managers of bigger figure skaters.

It screams old money, or just money in general. There's a large table, with a spread of small bites, as well as staff members going around with canopies and refills of beverages.

It's almost overwhelmingly nice. But stiff-backed, formal, without a hint of carefree nature.

Sounds like figure skating alright, you think, sipping your Prosecco anxiously.

You suddenly feel a chill on your bare arms and shoulders. Perhaps spaghetti straps weren't the best idea.

Rhaenys points her ring clad finger in the corner, "There he is. The man himself" she says, a bit of annoyance to her tone.

When you follow her finger, he's already looking at you. Otto Hightower. He's wearing a dark green suit, his tie perfectly underneath his stiffened collar. His eyes are trained between yourself and your manager, as if trying to figure out a puzzle he can't solve. He stands tall as well, towering over most people at the event.

He's talking to (or rather tolerating) none other than that creepy guy, whose name you barely remember. The one who has been caught on more than one occasion in the women's locker room. After realising Otto is no longer listening, his icy gaze also meets yours, his lips turning into an amused smile of sorts that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swear to all the gods you see his gaze flit to your feet. But you must be imagining it.

Otto crosses the room with purpose in long strides, with a self-assured smirk on his face that is visible beneath his beard.

Rhaenys already has her hand stretched when he takes it to politely kiss her knuckles, "Rhaenys. It has been too long" he greets in a quiet, rasp.

She smirks too, pulling her hand away, "Not long enough, I would say"

He at least has the decency to laugh at her 'joke'.

You feel small when he turns to you, taking your hand to do the same as he asks your name.

"A pleasure. Otto Hightower" he bows his head slightly.

I know who you are, you think. And I'm definitely not freaking out.

"Pleasure is all mine. It's very nice to meet you and thank you for inviting us" you reply, as calm as you are able. Rhaenys beams, as if to say you're doing well.

Otto nods, turning his attention to the other side of the room, where a young man with short-ish silver hair has accidentally broken his champagne flute. His brow seems to lower a little.

"Aegon!" He calls, making the young man snap his head up in surprise, shoving whatever he had in his hand into his mouth hurriedly.

Otto pats Aegon's shoulder as he stands next to him, giving the former a chance to excuse himself, but not before whispering something into his ear.

Aegon is tall, but not as tall as Otto, and his platinum hair is in a cropped choppy style above his shoulders. He's wearing such a dark shade of green, it's nearly black, his white shirt has several of the top buttons undone as well. He flashes his white teeth in a wide smile while his eyes roam over your shoulders, one hand coming to shake yours,

"Nice to meet you. I'm Aegon" he muses. You nod with a friendly smile, your gaze briefly caught by Rhaenys moving away and speaking in a hushed manner with Otto in a way that can only mean business.

"You look horrified" he grins, making you snap your gaze back at him, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, do I?" You rub your neck, "it's just nerve-wracking I suppose"

"I don't blame you. We're not all scary when you get to know us"

You smile, slightly relieved at his casual nature, something you chalk up to him being a similar age, "You included?"

He shrugs, "I'm easy going. All this fluff annoys the fuck out of me"

"Inevitable, for the industry we're in" you smirk around the room, the bubbles dissolving on your tongue.

"In any case, I'm looking forward to working with you"

Aegon furrows his brows, confused, "Huh?"

Panic begins to gnaw at your gut, "Aren't we going to be doing Pairs?"

His smile returns, "Oh no! I do Pairs with my sister, Helaena. She's over there" he points out. The woman he's referring to is on the other side of the room, trying to catch a stray moth that had made its way inside. Her cream dress makes her look positively mythical, coupled with her platinum waves cascading down her back.

"Oh right, so…" you start, "...sorry, Otto mentioned me doing Pairs…"

Aegon pokes his cheek with his tongue, as if amused, "Oh yeah. You're going to be with Aemond. Unfortunately"

"Unfortunately?"

Aegon grins, in no attempt to hide his amusement by pressing the champagne flute in his hand to his lips and taking a large sip.

“My brother is complicated. He’s outside having a smoke, but don’t expect conversation”

You open your mouth to ask more, but Otto’s hand clamps over his shoulder, urging him back. Aegon smiles one last time, mouthing good luck. Rhaenys, now with a fresh drink in her fingers, raises her eyebrows at you.

“I’ve spoken with him” she starts, in a hushed tone, taking your arm and leading you to a quiet corner of the room, “He gave me his terms”

“And?” you ask expectantly.

“I gave him mine as well. He wanted you to be signed to his management, which means living in residence for the duration of your contract. They have facilities. A cook, a private rink for practise, a spare room for you-”

“What about El? I can’t just leave her high and dry without a flatmate”

Rhaenys waves the issue away, “I anticipated that, don’t worry. They will cover the cost of your room. You will also be doing Pairs with Aemond, not sure if it was mentioned to you before”

“No it wasn’t” you reply, almost annoyed. “So will Otto be my new manager?”

“Not exactly. He will be handling your competitions and training, but a certain percentage will still come to me, at my behest. I figured you wouldn’t want a change of hands entirely”

“You figured correct” you smirk at her, “What do you think?”

Rhaenys looks across the room, eyeing Otto, who is now speaking to a woman you can only see the back of. She had long wavy auburn hair tied loosely in a ponytail and wears a slim suit fitted perfectly to her figure.

“I think it’s a good opportunity. Everything is paid for and you’d be in with a good shot”

With your lips caught between your teeth in thought, you trace your finger over the rim of your glass, weighing up the options you’ve been presented with. You’re at least grateful that Rhaenys hasn’t just agreed blindly without asking you first. She is a good manager like that. Something you desperately don’t want to slip.

“Okay” you reply with a sigh, your chest deflating at making such a big life decision in such a short space of time, “I’ll do it”

Rhaenys squeezes your arm lovingly, her lips turning up into a smile, “I’ll confirm with him now then”

You watch as her blue gown billows as she walks away, taking another deep breath to ground yourself. Your skin seems to tingle with anticipation, maybe even excitement, wondering what training and residing alongside the Targaryens will mean. Not only that, but with none other than the Sweetheart of Oldtown herself. You wonder what she’s like in real life now, since she was forced away from the business all those years ago she’s kept herself quiet from the press.

Feeling utterly too hot and stuffy, you cross the room, out of the oak french doors that grace the back of the event, slipping out subtly while Rhaenys speaks to Otto once again, joining the chestnut-haired woman.

The chill of the early evening bites at your skin, but a welcome feeling once you press your back against the cool brick, having a moment’s reprieve from the crowds. You pull out your phone, thumbs working quickly to type a message to Ellyn.

Ping.

Um? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

“You shouldn’t be out here”

You nearly drop your phone jumping out of your skin. The voice seems to come out of nowhere.

But the smell of cigarette smoke wafts into your face with the dull breeze and when the smoke clears, you see who you previously slipped right past, leaning on the other side of the french doors.

He’s tall. Taller than Otto it feels like. And though he hasn’t introduced himself, it isn’t difficult to guess who he is judging by the long platinum hair pulled back into a messy bun, the sharp features only Targaryens seem to possess and the half-hooded, almost annoyed stony stare. Unlike his brother and Otto, he is wearing entirely black, like he’s attending a funeral. His outfit is fitted perfectly, save for the one top button nestled beneath his tie that is left undone.

Aemond Targaryen.

He hasn’t even turned his head all the way to you, his two fingers coming up to his cigarette, pulling it away to blow the smoke from his pouty lips. He taps the ash to the side with his fingers, raising an aggravated eyebrow when you don’t reply.

You swallow nervously, tapping your fingernails on the glass you’re still holding, willing the dryness out of your throat. You’re not sure anyone would be able to deny, he’s handsome. And it’s unlike you to think any man is beautiful, but he is. He probably knows it as well, hence the annoyingly self-assured way he holds himself.

“Needed some air” is all you’re able to say in return, clicking your phone off.

Even as you turn away, in your periphery you see his tall form push off the wall and stride purposefully towards you. He stops just shy of you, holding out the cigarette he was smoking in his fingers as an offer to calm your nerves. Your blood feels icy when you look up at him, having to properly look all the way to even see him, and finally see the other side of his face.

An angry scar runs jagged through his skin, from his forehead to the middle of his cheek, right through his socket and eyebrow. It’s not quite red, but more a dull colour, probably with age. His left eye doesn’t quite look the same as his other, a slightly different shade of blue. Your gaze briefly flits between the two, taking in his features. He’s got such an angular face, it almost looks as if he’s been carved from stone and could be put on display in those fancy museums. But more than anything, something flutters in your belly at the thought of seeing him on the ice, with you.

Shaking your head, you reply softly, “No thanks. I quit”

He shrugs almost imperceptibly, bringing it back to his lips, turning away from you to blow the smoke into the wind. And for some reason, watching his neck flex, his fingers deftly holding the cigarette and his tall, broad stance, it makes your body go all warm.

He doesn’t look back at you when he says, “It’s a glass eye”

“What?”

His gaze flits down finally to you, “You were looking at my eye”

“I wasn’t”

“You were”

You lick your lips anxiously, hot embarrassment creeping in at the revelation you’d been caught admiring him. But Aemond doesn’t smile, he remains stony-faced and impassive.

“I wasn’t going to ask” you respond, crossing your arms, running your palms over your arms that have now erupted with goosebumps. From the chill of the wind or his presence, you’re not sure. Aemond huffs, as if he doesn’t believe you though.

He gestures inside with a kink of his head, “You should be in there. Making connections”

You furrow your brows, “I’m not interested in that”

An amused smile, similar to the one Aegon had done, makes his lips curl up slightly. Before now you weren’t able to see the resemblance.

“Hm, Sure you’re not” he muses, pushing the cigarette into the brick next to you to stub it out, “Let me guess. You just love to skate. Skating is your life and it’s all just a bit of fun?”

Your lips part in annoyance at his blatant rudeness and the fact he is so openly judging you before bothering to properly get to know you.

“You-”

“You’ll be eaten alive” he muses, with a lazy smirk, walking backwards a few paces, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, “I’m not sure you can handle it”

Before you can even say anything, he gives a low laugh, deep in his chest, as if he’s so pleased with himself at getting a reaction, before striding back inside, back into the hustle and bustle of the event inside.

Irritation eats at your insides. It’s clear he’s only said what he did to draw a reaction and he’d nearly fucking got one. And you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t want to slap that stupid, self-assured look off his face when he expressed a kind of pride at talking down to you. As handsome as he is, a shitty personality paired with a nepo-baby attitude dulls the warmth in your gut.

I’m not sure you can handle it.

A shuddered, exasperated breath runs through your nose with the anger that builds inside.

“Fucking asshole”

I’ll show him.

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) part 10

previous part ~ series masterlist

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: The ending to our chaotic faves.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (p in v, fingering, praise, light hair pulling) descriptions of rehabilitation for addiction

word count: 4.1k

note: the ending to our chaotic faves, I'm already emotional I hope you all enjoy this final chapter! 🥹 🫶🏻

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You held Aemond’s hand walking into the skyscraper. You’d driven into the city together, Aemond’s hand wrapped tightly around your thigh the whole time he drove, long fingers tapping mindlessly on the soft skin.

You love him.

It’s all you’ve been thinking of since leaving the hospital, it’s all you think about every waking moment, every time you close your eyes to sleep. Every blink, every heartbeat is echoed by those three words.

I love you.

You haven’t told him. You’re not sure when the right time will be. Luke was just released, and Aegon was just getting ready to leave for treatment. As soon as he was ready to go another thing happened. Viserys had been so sick for a while, and finally in his sleep passed away. So Aegon’s leaving was delayed until after the funeral.

It was a small affair. Aemond was stoic and silent throughout, not wanting to talk, not wanting to speak at all. Rhaenyra gave a eulogy and Alicent spoke some words as well. And that was it. Helaena and Rhaenyra were the saddest, teary-eyed, and melancholic. The boys held their true feelings inside of them, you were sure of it.

Now the settlement has begun.

You wish everything would calm down, wish you had a moment to breathe. They’re mostly good things, but still. It’s a lot for anyone to handle.

Helaena is waiting for you both in the lobby. She’s wearing a dress that reaches her calves, a deep forest green color. Her hair is pulled back from her face, and a dark blazer rests on her shoulders. She’s minimized her normally excessive jewelry which is such an odd sight, as though she’s missing a crucial part of her. You can see her fingers clearly without her rings, the beetle tattoo on her right-hand pointer finger staring at you.

“Ready for this?” she asks Aemond more than you.

It’s just them. No Daeron, no Aegon. Helaena and Aemond, are the two representatives of that side of the family tree.

“As I’ll ever be,” Aemond answers.

You glance at him. He looks formal as well, though it’s not as jarring as Helaena’s look. Aemond wears a perfectly fitted black suit, a sapphire blue pocket square the only pop of color. He has opted to keep the chain he usually wears around his neck, you can just see it under the collar of his shirt, catching the light.

His silky hair is pulled back into a bun, out of his face, accentuating his sharp features. You wish you could go in with them if nothing more than to show your support. As you walk down the hallway and into the elevator, Aemond snakes his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You okay?” he murmurs, lips tickling your ear.

I love you.

Your heart nearly bursts. Here he is, on the most stressful day of his life, and he’s wondering how you’re doing. He never ceases to amaze you. You turn your face toward him.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, “I should be asking you that.”

Aemond chuckles. Helaena shifts nervously and you reach for her hand. The buttons in the elevator glow, dinging with each floor you pass.

“It’ll be over soon enough,” Aemond answers, grip tightening on your waist, “we’ll get through it, we always do.”

“Hopefully not in pieces,” Helaena snarkily adds, and you squeeze her hand.

The elevator dings and you walk out. A grand lobby is in front of you, with a receptionist desk and several leather couches forming a circle. The receptionist smiles, before standing.

“Mr. Targaryen, Ms. Targaryen,” she greets, moving out of her desk.

Aemond’s hand remains resting on your hip as though he’s not ready to part with you.

“If you’ll follow me right this way, we can begin,” she tells them.

You place your hand over Aemond’s beginning to unravel yourself from his grip. His fingers tug lightly on the fabric of your dress, as though he’s not ready to let go.

“I’ll wait right here,” you assure him, squeezing his hand.

It’s so cold without his embrace.

Aemond nods, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead, following it with one on your lips. Helaena takes a deep breath, steadying herself, before beginning down the hallway towards a large glass room. You can see Daemon and Rhaenyra already seated, across from Otto Hightower.

You weren’t allowed in the room. When Rhaenyra and Daemon had walked into Casterly Rock Law Firm the very air seemed to vibrate. Their presence was powerful, it signified the turning tide.

Aegon wasn’t present. He was already on his way to treatment. Otto insisted he didn’t need to be there, and that we could phone him in if necessary.

Jace and Luke also were not there. They sent their lawyer and that was it. They were done with the band long ago.

It’s going to be a long day.

Aemond glances at you, and even though he’s intimidatingly tall, and looks the part of a terrifyingly handsome businessman, he still manages to look at you with such fondness you think you might keel over.

I love you.

“Good luck,” you tell him instead, and he follows Helaena down the hall.

You bring yourself to one of the couches, place your bag down, and reach for your phone. It’s early and bound to be a long day. There’s a fish tank in the corner, much like the ones you might see in a dentist's office. You find that is the majority of your entertainment, watching the exotic fish swim around and around.

You go down to the main floor at one point to a coffee shop there. You spend some time scrolling through your phone, texting Baela and Rhaena updates while snacking on a muffin and coffee. You decide to bring Helaena and Aemond coffee, paying the barista, and heading back upstairs.

A little while later, you hear the conversation become louder. Several people leave the room and you focus on the words you hear float down the hallway.

“The album is out, the damage is already done,” Daemon says, leaning back in his seat.

He looks pissed, silver hair disheveled as though he’s been running his hands through it.

“We can divide the royalties,” Otto tells him, “Rhaenrya can get an even split.”

“You think money just fixes everything, don’t you?” Daemon says, eyes narrowing.

“Let’s recess,” one of the lawyers says, breaking the tension in the room.

You hear Rhaenyra and Daemon arguing as they exit the glass room and walk down the hallway.

“Daemon-” Rhaenyra begins, grabbing his arm. He angrily pulls away from her.

“You should have consulted me,” Daemon snaps, “before agreeing to this foolishness.”

“It’s the only way,” Rhaenyra argues, “I’m done tearing everyone apart.”

“It is them who have wronged you-”

“So what?” Rhaenyra asks incredulously, shaking her head, “So I sue my siblings? Maybe I’ll win, and then what?”

Daemon glares, not speaking.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” Rhaenyra tells him, “this isn’t what I ever wanted.”

“You wanted to be a star,” Daemon argues, placing a hand on her cheek.

Rhaenyra’s face falls, silver hair hiding her face.

“Not like this,” she tells him.

It is then Daemon notices you, the two coffees you hold in your hands. He drops his hand from Rhaenyra’s cheek, shoving them into the pockets of his suit. Rhaenrya turns, giving you a tentative smile.

Daemon walks in the opposite direction, not speaking to you.

“How’s it going?” you ask Rhaenyra as she sighs.

“As well as it can, I suppose,” she tells you.

You nod. The coffee cups are burning your palms but you don’t move to leave.

“Thank you,” you tell her, “for being the bigger person. I don’t think-” you pause trying to find the right words for what you want to say, “I don’t think they could have been.”

Rhaenyra smiles knowingly.

“They have more obstacles than I do,” she agrees, her gaze flickering back to the glass room, where Otto Hightower still sits, speaking to Aemond and Helaena.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell her, heading into the room.

An exiting lawyer holds the door for you, and Aemond and Helaena look up as you enter. Helaena smiles softly, while Aemond’s face remains more neutral. Though there is a shimmer in his eye when he sees you. Otto stops speaking, waiting for you to leave.

You place the coffee in front of them.

“Thanks,” Helaena says, smiling though her eyes are tired already.

Aemond holds his hand out to you and you take it, letting him gently squeeze your fingers. He’s tense, painfully stressed you can tell. You hope the small touch relaxes him a bit. Otto watches you like a hawk, you can feel his eyes following the connecting path of Aemond’s hand to yours. You squeeze his fingers once more before letting his hand fall, exiting the room.

Rhaenyra is still standing outside. Daemon has yet to return.

“It’s probably going to be a few more hours,” Rhaenyra tells you, “these things can go on forever.”

“You’ve done this before?” you ask.

Rhaenyra shrugs.

“Not really,” she tells you, “I joined my father a few times. He had a lot of legal problems back in the day.”

You nod, feeling as though you’ve heard that story before.

“Are you going to hang around all day?” Rhaenyra asks.

You look into the room once more, and watch Aemond tap his fingers against the table. The only sign he’s uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “it’s worth the wait.”

The hours go by slowly as you wait in the lounge on a sleek leather couch. You text Baela and Rhaena throughout, sending them updates and whatnot, though there are few. You’re kept pretty much in the dark.

The sun begins to sink in the sky as the hours tick by, and at some point, you’ve begun laying on the couch, sleep drifting over you. Until a hand brushes some hair from your face, startling you awake.

“What happened?” you mumble, lifting your head.

“Shhh,” Aemond’s gentle timbre greets you, “it’s alright, princess. It’s over.”

You blink several times, seeing Aemond crouching in front of you, Helaena standing behind him, coat draped over her arms. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, as Aemond stands.

“Well?” you ask, desperate to know the outcome.

“Everything’s okay,” Helaena says, “Rhaenyra is getting an even share of the royalties from the album, she’s even open to collaborating again.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s great Hel,” you tell her and mean it. Helaena’s music means everything to her.

Aemond and Helaena share a look.

“What else?” you ask.

“Dracarys is over,” Aemond tells you, “Officially. Jace and Luke don’t want to continue playing, and with Aegon in treatment…” he trails off.

“Aegon never really wanted this,” Helaena finishes, “I mean, we all know that. He did it because Otto made him. The band made him worse. Maybe without it, he would be okay.”

You grab Helaena’s hand, standing from the couch.

“He’s going to be okay, Hel,” you tell her, “he’s getting the help he needs.”

“I know,” Helaena says, sighing, “I just wish he didn’t need it in the first place.”

Your heart hurts for her. Breaks for the whole family.

“You want me to come over?” you ask her.

Helaena sighs, shaking her head.

“That’s sweet, but I’m okay,” she tells you, “I just need a shower and to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, of course, Hel. Whatever you need,” you assure her, nodding.

You walk out of the building together, but part ways in the parking garage. You and Aemond drove together, and wait for Helaena to leave, sitting in the car in silence. Aemond’s hands grip the steering wheel, but he doesn’t start the car yet.

“Are you okay?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” Aemond says, “I feel good. I feel…” he trails off for a moment, “weightless.”

Your eyes flicker about his face, a small smile coming forth on your own.

“Weightless?”

“Yeah,” he continues, releasing a deep breath, “I feel like all this time I was trying to hold everything together, hold everyone together. Hold myself together. And now that it's over I feel…lighter.”

You don’t say anything, giving him the space to continue. He glances at you.

“It feels fucking good,” he tells you, and then he smiles. Smiles like he’s free.

Your face mirrors his and there’s no stopping it this time, the words fall from your lips effortlessly, unconsciously.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Aemond’s breath catches, his violet eye widens and for a moment you think you’ve chosen the wrong time to confess your feelings. Your cheeks heat up and you blink rapidly, tearing your gaze from his. You clear your throat and his hand moves on top of yours. You meet his eye once more.

“I love you,” he tells you, “I have loved you for a while now.”

You release a shaky breath, smiling softly.

“A while?” you ask.

“As long as I can remember,” he confesses, “as long as you’ve been around.”

You listen, eyes wide.

“Why didn’t you-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupts, “we found our way to each other eventually.”

You wonder how Aemond held onto that faith that you’d come to him eventually, that the heated arguments would turn into raw passion. Or maybe it was passion all along. You think back at all the interactions, all the breadcrumbs that led you toward him.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” you tell him.

“Don’t be,” he assures you, “I wouldn’t change anything.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Anything?”

“Well,” he thinks for a moment, “No. No, I wouldn’t.”

You smile, squeezing his hand.

“Are you ready to go?” you ask, desperate to get home, desperate to forget this day and snuggle up with him.

Aemond’s eye flickers over you.

“Get in the backseat,” he says, surprising you.

Desire pools in your belly, makes your stomach flip flop.

“What?”

“Should I repeat myself?” he asks, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

Your face flushes, but you open the door to get out. As you open the door to the backseat, you glance around the parking garage. There are cars, but no people around. It’s getting late, people are bound to come for their cars soon. Aemond slams his door shut, sliding into the backseat.

“C’mere,” he says, taking your hand.

You slide into the seat, as Aemond pulls you to his lap so you’re straddling him.

“People are going to see,” you whisper as his lips connect with yours, effectively silencing every complaint you had prepared.

“We’ll be quick,” Aemond murmurs against your lips, fingers digging into your hips.

You whine into his mouth, grinding yourself against the hardness between his legs. You can feel his smile against your mouth as you wrap your arms around him.

“Aemond-” you moan as his hand travels up your back, tugging the roots of your hair, and exposing your neck.

He brings his mouth to your throat, nipping and sucking just the way you like, leaving you thrashing against him. It’s hard to pay attention to the outside, but you’re sure you see a figure walk past, some poor businessman just trying to get to his car. You whimper, both from Aemond’s attention and from the fear of being caught. Aemond merely chuckles, hands palming your breasts.

“I like you all nervous like this,” he murmurs, kissing your lips once more, “look at you, pretty girl.”

“We should go home,” you tell him, nails gently tracing the chain that hangs around his neck, “finish what we started.”

Aemond grins, reaching under your skirt and stroking your panties. Your lips part and he moves the lace aside, sinking a finger inside you.

“You really want to stop now?” he asks, and you moan, “tell me, c’mon baby use your words and tell me.”

No words, no thoughts come to your head just Aemond. Just his fingers, fuck he just added another one curling into you just right. Stroking that rough patch that makes you tremble against him, grind your hips into his hand.

“My pretty girl wants to get fucked right now?” he asks, feigning confusion, “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine, body flushed with desire.

“Tell me again,” Aemond demands.

“Yes I want you to fuck me now,” you tell him.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, “How can I say no to you?”

“Aemond please,” you beg, muscles clenching around his fingers as your release nears.

“Come on my fingers baby, and I’ll give you what you want,” he tells you, kissing your neck once more.

You come with a strangled cry, thighs trembling. Aemond carefully, but swiftly, removes his fingers and frees his straining cock. You lick your lips, mind still hazy, and sink down on top of his thick member. Aemond’s jaw slacks as you clench around him, slowly beginning to ride him.

He holds your hips, assisting your movements, being careful to make sure you don’t hit your head on the ceiling. You wrap your hands around his face, looking into his violet and sapphire eye.

“I love you,” you tell him again, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

“I love you,” he tells you, connecting your lips.

It’s a mixture of moans and ‘I love yous’ in the small space, windows clouding with steam as you ride him until both of you find your releases, collapsing into each other, a tangled mess of limbs in the backseat.

90 days later

A garden party is Helaena’s idea. At the Targaryen home. More like the Hightower home now, as Alicent changed her last name the second Viserys’ last breath left his lips. You came early, to help set up.

It’s Aegon’s coming home day, as the banner Helaena hung in the backyard reads. He’s spent the past three months in intense rehabilitation for his drinking. More like a five-star resort really, the best Hightower money could afford.

It’s a beautiful summer day, Helaena is clad in a baby blue sundress, covered with a pattern of ivy twisting its way all over the material. You’re wearing something similar, a nice light, airy sundress to keep cool in the early summer heat.

“Hey!” Baela calls, walking down the hill that dips down to the backyard from the main house.

You’re with Helaena setting up the table, as Baela makes her way to you. Her smile is brighter than the sun as she hurries over to you.

“Hey!” you greet her, throwing your arms around her.

“I’ve missed you,” she whines, holding you close in an embrace.

“It’s been a week, Baela,” you tell her laughing.

She groans, playfully frowning.

“I know,” she says pouting, “but it’s hard! With you officially moving out, and now Rhaena’s moving in with Luke! You’ve all abandoned me!”

Helaena laughs.

“Aren’t you moving in with Jace this weekend?” Hel asks.

“That is beside the point,” Baela argues, but smiles at Hel.

“This is why I live alone,” Helaena says, nodding.

Moving in with Aemond was a new development. You decided that it was time for a new place, to put the old apartment to rest. Aegon agreed to continue living there and Daeron was going to move into Aemond’s old room now that he was back from studying abroad. It would be good for them to keep an eye on each other.

“Speak of the devil!” Helaena adds, waving at Rhaena who comes bounding down the hill.

“Yay! I’ve missed you!” she says, joining Balea and your hug.

You squeeze her tightly, the three of you twirling around. Helaena laughs and you point at her. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“No, I don’t really like group hugs-”

“Hel! Get in here!” Baela says firmly.

Helaena sighs but joins, hugging the pile of you awkwardly. Alicent comes down the hill then, trailed by Daeron and Aemond who are helping her bring food down to the table.

“Very sweet,” she comments, smiling, seeing you all hug, “Is Rhaenyra here yet?”

“Not yet,” Helaena answers as you all pull yourselves from the hug.

Luke and Jace walk down the hill next, followed by Sunfyre who nearly knocks Luke over, sending him tumbling down the grassy hill. The happy golden bounds down the hill, tail wagging manically before racing back up towards the house.

You spot Aegon then.

He pets Sunfyre on the head affectionately. Rhaenyra appears behind him. She’d been the one to pick him up from treatment, she’d insisted.

He looks good. Better. Well.

The dark circles that rim his eyes have nearly vanished completely, and his eyes are clear and cloudless, paying gentle attention to the happenings going on around everyone. His smile reaches his eyes as Helaena embraces him, hands clinging to his shoulders like he is a raft in the middle of the ocean.

It always seems like Helaena is closest to Aemond. But there is something so painfully intimate about Helaena’s relationship with Aegon. Born nearly a year apart, they’re almost like twins; they're so close. Aegon buries his head in her shoulder, holding her close.

You smile as they finish their embrace, looking away for a moment. Aegon spots you, walking over with his hands in his pockets. You’ve never seen him like this. Shy, almost.

“Hey,” he says, smiling tightly.

“How have you been?” you ask.

“I’m good, yeah,” he says licking his lips, “I’m doing well.”

“You look great, Aeg,” you tell him, and it's true.

“How’re you doing?” he asks.

You glance at the group, at everyone so happy and free. It’s like a weight has been lifted from everyone’s shoulders. Even Alicent is smiling, as Rhaenyra talks to her. Everyone is lighter.

“Really good,” you tell him, “Everything’s good.”

“Okay! Let’s do this, Aegon,” Alicent waves him over to the cake, “this cake is for you, because we are so proud of you, and happy you’re home.”

Aegon walks over to his mother, as everyone takes their seats around the table. Aegon sits in front of the cake and Alicent ruffles his hair, before placing a kiss on top of his head. She leaves her hands on his shoulders, sighing contentedly.

“The whole party is for you,” Daeron grumbles, earning a smack on the arm from Helaena.

“Ow!”

“Shush.”

“This is awesome, thanks Mom,” Aegon says, placing his hand over hers.

Alicent reaches to grab something on the table.

“Oh! I forgot the paper plates!” Alicent says frowning.

You stand immediately offering to help.

“I’ll get them, Ali,” you tell her.

“Let me help,” Aemond says, standing with you.

Daeron snorts, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the two of you.

“Cause it totally takes two people to get plates!” he teases as you hurry up the hill.

Aemond turns around, flipping Daeron off. Alicent frowns disapprovingly, but you can see her smile threatening to break through. Aegon smiles slightly, before looking away. He meets Rhaenyra’s eyes and she gives him a kind smile.

You make your way up the hill, and through the back door into the spacious kitchen. You grab the paper plates on the counter when Aemond comes up behind you, placing a kiss on your neck. You turn around and he captures your lips in a heated kiss.

“Aemond,” you hiss as he grabs your ass.

You move his hand away as he presses his chest into yours, caging you against the counter. He brings a hand to rest against the side of your neck, bringing his lips to the other side.

“We’re in your mom’s kitchen,” you whimper, feeling your resolve fizzle in your skull.

Everyone’s outside, someone could walk in. Aemond’s hands cup underneath your ass, lifting you onto the counter with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer despite your protests.

“We started all this in a kitchen, if you remember,” Aemond murmurs, nibbling against your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut as you tangle your fingers in his hair, getting lost in him. You’d happily stay like this forever. Kissing Aemond, the sounds of the people you love laughing outside in the warm summer air.

“Remind me,” you purr, arching your back to get closer to him.

“I love you,” Aemond breathes against your lips.

He says the words he wishes he said that night in the kitchen.

The words he wished he’d said that morning in the breakfast diner.

The words he wished he said every time Aegon hurt you.

The words he’s told you every day since the settlement.

Now that he has said them, he doesn’t suppose he will ever stop.

That’s perfectly fine with you.

~ The End ~

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To Build a Home

Summary: You are a broken soul and he can recognize it. Paring: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader Word Count: 3083 Warnings: Mentions of household abuse, night terrors and coping with anxiety, but then there will be fluff, oh yes indeed. Author’s Note: Huge shout out to @sirenofavalon for this request, it is absolutely brilliant and I just adored it. Thank you! A huge thank you to @aspen-carter and @f4ll-for-you for being my beta readers, to Dais especially. You are my muse and I appreciate the ideas you poured into this story, to help me with the outline to create this piece. I cannot thank you enough for you being you. 💜💛 Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Taglist (my Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aspen-carter @aemondx @fan-goddess

Helaena had the tendency to collect things; some were intolerable, like her entomology infatuation, and others were more manageable. At school, she was a beacon of warmth and acceptance, accumulating friends from every social group and often bringing them home. Some would stay for a while and move on, still friendly with hallway run-ins, but others needed a savior, an escape.

Those were the ones who stayed, knitted at her side.

You were quiet as a result of growing up in a violent household, where the tempers were an unbridled heat that searched for any release. As a result, your steps were soft, your movements always slow; it was a skilled trepidation as you were unwilling, unwanting of any attention to be brought to you.

Helaena had always been sweet enough to sit with you during lunch. You remembered when she sat at your side and asked about the book you were reading. Usually, it was a shield, a way to hide in plain sight, but her lilac eyes were kind and you bookmarked your place to talk with her. It continued through the week, she was always entertained with your summary or reviews of whatever book you had, the different genres of fiction that captured your attention, and you thought her bugs were both peculiar and fascinating.

She invited you to spend the night and you were able to get permission, both a rarity and relief; that Friday, you waited with Helaena and her two older brothers for their mother, who she kindly asked for you to call her Alicent, to come pick you up.

The ride was wonderful, as anything that took you away from your home was; you bonded with Aemond over a shared love of literature and learned that you and Aegon were in the same grade, though your schedules were off-kiltered as a result of him failing some classes.

The Targaryen home was large and welcoming. You saw only one family photo and learned their father had died, but he was not grieved like a love lost, but it almost seemed to be an unspoken relief that washed over the household.

The evening was spent sprawled in the living room, playing video games until dinner was ready; the meal time was spent in a raucous debate over what film would be watched before bed. Though it was good natured, you felt yourself begin to wither under the raised voices when suddenly Aegon announced it would be The Never Ending Story.

“It is a classic,” he said with a finality to end the discussion.

Later that night, Alicent was on the couch with Daeron, another and even younger brother, while the rest were in a nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. It was your first real taste of a family setting and you fell asleep with a smile and the subtle ache knowing you inevitably would have to return home.

–

Aegon was always a light sleeper; there was an inability to shut his brain off. His mind seemed to flit over anything and everything, which he did his best to explain to his father when he was alive, again to his grandfather, and was met with their adamant words that he was just not applying himself.

He felt at ease, an unfamiliar but welcomed emotion, nestled amongst his siblings and you, the newest addition, each tucked away in a bundle of blankets on the floor. Aegon began to teeter the edge of unconsciousness when he heard it.

A soft whimper, a quiet cry.

He shifted to move, careful not to disturb Aemond or Helaena with her cocoon of pillows; he crept to where you were sleeping, or trying too. He saw your brows were knitted and your lips parted with another muted cry, tears catching on your lashes. Aegon was careful with his touch, just his hand to your shoulder and even this caused your eyes to open wide with fear, grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Aegon whispered. “It’s Aegon and you’re staying at our house, remember?”

You trembled with a visceral fear and it was something he unfortunately recognized; his mind flitted to earlier with the friendly discourse of what movie to watch, then to when his father was alive or whenever their grandfather would visit. Aegon moved to lay next to you and you shifted to curl against his chest; he made soft, soothing sounds that led into a melody, a few bars sung with his low timbre. He started another without you asking and did not stop until you drifted back into a more peaceful sleep.

He hummed a bit longer, allowing his eyes to take you in with the dim lighting of the room. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, enjoyed the warmth of you pressed against his chest. He also saw the muted purple and green of your jawline, a healing bruise.

Aegon was careful to pull away and retreated back to his pillows and blankets, still humming the song.

–

The next day, you woke up to breakfast being prepared, the clatter of pots and pans, the low baritone of Aemond giving commands and Daeron’s higher pitch quipping back, and the musical laughter of Alicent over it all. You shied away to clean up in the guest bathroom, the careful application of makeup to hide what waited at home, before coming back to the hallway and bumping into Helaena.

Your new friend has the warmest smile, something that glowed from the kindness that seemed to resonate from her. “Hey, I already asked my mother and, if it is okay with your’s, you are welcome to stay with us for the weekend. We can take you to school on Monday.”

What you did not know was Aegon grabbing his sister, a hushed whisper of his concern when he relayed the nightmare you had, the injury he swore he saw. She listened, nodding her head and telling him, “I assume it was something. I’ll ask mom if she can stay with us for the rest of the weekend.”

You learned that your family does not miss you, they only mind you when you are home; it was easy enough for you to stay away and it was expressed that you were welcomed to return, weekend after weekend. During the school week, you had lunches with Helaena and sometimes her brothers would stop by, though you would see Aegon checking in more often than Aemond. On Fridays, your bag was already packed and you would wait with Helaena and her brothers for Alicent to come and take you home.

It was an unspoken gesture that the guest room became yours; Alicent showed you the cleared out drawers and closet space, her sweet smile encouraging you to leave behind a change of clothes or even your school uniform, whatever you would need to feel more at home. You struggled with the words to thank her and she gave you a hug, a way to say no words were needed.

The space intimately becomes your own and you are pleased to realize your wall is shared with Aegon and his room. The years continued, with secondary school nearing its end and with graduation looming, you and Aegon would spend more time together; he would slip into your room for a late night talk, your shared whispers of what was next to come.

You knew you slept better at the Targaryen’s than your own home, but your nightmares would still come with its sickening hold that sunk into your chest, with a fear that paralyzed you and choked your tongue. It was always the same, how you would run and run, without an end in sight, but aware that if you stopped, it would finally be able to sink its hold into you…

You woke up, in the spare bed placed in the spare bedroom that was unspokenly yours. You felt his warm touch, your mind clearing and allowing you to recognize the comfort noises from Aegon and you blushed once you understood you were in his arms, yet again. You trembled still, but it was a mixture of the lingering fear and newfound relief that the nightmare ended; you let out a shaky exhale.

His fingers curled under your chin and you tilted your head back to meet with his eyes. “Hey,” he smiled at you and you felt your blush deepen.

“H-hey,” you stammered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was awake already.”

It was something you had noticed, how restless he seemed to be in his own room. You wanted to ask what kept him awake, but instead you say. “Aegon, would you please sing my song?”

He shifted his weight, allowing you to reposition; Aegon laid on his back, his head propped on the pillow and you curled against his chest, like always.

Helaena was your dear friend, perhaps your best friend, but Aegon was something special. With your frequent stay-overs, you learned that he would always be there when you woke up, wearing his warm smile with a song perched on his tongue; his soothing voice helped ease you back into reality, a sung promise that in this moment you were safe within the walls that held you.

His songs were uniquely his own, his voice amazing, like a balm for your broken soul. It was what was needed to lull you back to sleep, without the terror when you closed your eyes, but this time, you forced yourself to remain awake. “Does your family know you sing like this?” You whispered into his chest.

You can feel him shake his head and you peered up to see the tussle of his silver locks. “This is something only for you,” and he smiled, pulling you closer to his chest.

Aegon smelled rich, but you knew it was a cologne that Alicent picked out and it mixed well with the scent of clean laundry and his own comforting scent. You wrapped your arm around his stomach, nestling into the warmth he always seemed to exude; he tensed at first, then exhaled. “I never recognize what you sing to me,” you continued and it is something of a question.

“It’s the music that plays in my head,” is his vague answer. He always shied away when you complimented his natural talent, always groaning or blushing whenever you praised his singing.

“Is the music what keeps you up?”

He hummed a noncommittal reply, so instead you shyly request him to sing you another song and, as always, he obliges you. You can feel the vibration where your head was laying on his chest, his voice able to bring you back to sleep.

You always slept soundly at his side.

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Graduation comes and you both have enrolled into the same university, but by your own means; Aegon has his trust fund and you, proudly, have your scholarships earned. You shared your concern about finding a place to stay and he was quick to suggest that you roomed with him, since his grandfather was paying for his housing as a means for redemption.

The Targaryens were always gracious to you and seemed aware of your home life, though you never dared breath a word about it; you should have known he would offer.

You hesitated; to be his roommate would be effortless, your friendship had grown over the years and his presence allowed you to feel comfortable, made you feel safe. The two of you shared a bond, something his family was aware of but only Helaena would dare tease you; in truth, you cherished the friendship, but you found yourself wanting something more and were too afraid to ask for it.

Aegon was undeniably handsome, with his bright eyes and his smile that filled the width of his jaw, his mussed silver locks that framed his face. Though he never seemed interested in anyone, the thought lingered with you, he will inevitably get a girlfriend, and then what would you do?

You swallowed that thought and agreed to it; to celebrate, you purchased him a small, leather bound journal and left it with a note on his bed, in his new room:

A place where you can store your music and maybe find some sleep.

Together, you both create the apartment into a space that is all your own. Your schedules are listed and you both make sure to recap your days, relishing in each other’s victories. When Aegon came home with a guitar in hand, you glowed with your excitement, the idea of what he would create next.

His laughter was a sound that filled your chest. “I don’t even know how to play it yet!”

“Yes, but you are talented and brilliant,” you argued, your cheeks rosy from your smile. “So I trust you will be amazing.”

His talent seemed natural enough and the acoustic sounds complemented his voice in a way that you now craved. Your nightmares were not as frequent, but it seemed to be replaced with an anxiety that had you in a chokehold; it came with the stress of your courses and you pushed yourself to maintain the grades needed that allowed your scholarships.

Aegon always seemed aware when it began to grab ahold of you and he would be in your door frame, with his guitar in hand. You smiled and moved to your bed, allowing him your seat, and he would show you what he had been learning, his voice able to loosen anxiety’s grip.

“Aegon,” you sighed one day. “You really should play the next time they do an open mic at the coffee shop. You are so talented.”

“That is your opinion,” he grinned in return, setting the guitar to lean against your desk. “Maybe if I had a cult following, all who shared your opinion, I could make something with it.”

“A cult following would be easy enough,” and you meant your tone to be teasing. “Honestly, you can easily get any girl you want, if you actually tried.”

The silence was heavy, almost palpable between the two of you; it was something you had never experienced with him before. It was supposed to be a joke amongst friends, but you wished you could scoop up the words and swallow them.

He watched you, carefully, his beautiful eyes seemed to trace over your features, but you assumed he did not wish to meet with your stare. You were holding your breath, unsure if you needed to break the silence building or allow him to do it, and it went too long.

Aegon stood up, one hand combed through his silver waves and the other pulled the leather bound journal you gifted him, setting it on the desk. He did not say anything, but instead grabbed the guitar and retreated to his room, leaving your door open.

You looked at the journal and your eyes trailed to the now empty door frame; you waited for him to come back. He doesn’t and you push from the bed, reaching to pick it up and standing still, debating on what you should do next.

His handwriting fits him, a cursive hybrid scrawl of letters, as if he struggled to keep with the thoughts that spilled from his mind to the paper. You find every page was nearly filled, front and back, with a poetry pose that flowed; the subject, his words had a theme and the realization had you crimson.

It was you.

You fell back to sit on the edge of your bed, thinking and replaying every intimate moment shared, how it transcribed to his written words and how you had been blind to understand the meaning behind his words sung. You classified what you two shared as friendship, frightened to try for something else, especially when it had seemed unattainable before, but now…

The one consistent thing was that Aegon was your peace, he was your comfort personified with his beautiful, bright eyes and the smile that would pluck the strings of your heart with every song he had ready on his lips. You appreciated him and you were scared to ever ask for something more, to push him for something and he would pull away and be lost to you.

You now held his journal, in his own words you finally understood from his perspective, he was the one carrying feelings that were unreciprocated but he had contentment to be a friend for you and nothing more, if it allowed him to forever be a part of your life.

Your grip ached your fingers, a renewed passion that burned away the anxiety that hid in the shadows, and you stood up again, your each step determined, but still soft. His door was closed, but you see his light is on and pooled below; your nails gently tapped and you heard his muffled acknowledgement.

Aegon was laying face down on his bed, his face buried in his pillow but he twisted to face you. His eyes met with yours and he was quick to sit upright, a look of recognition to his features.

He always seemed to be so aware of you.

“Aegon,” you breathed, a smile on your lips and the realization you had no word prepared with your semi-grand entrance. Your eyes looked around his room, an organized mess to his belongings and his scent touching everything. You realized you always allowed him into your space, but never asked to venture into his own.

He pushed himself from the bed and moved towards you, watchful of your response as he drew closer.

He was always astutely aware, respectful of your boundaries that you set with your subtle mannerisms. He saw your stance, how your hands were white with the hold on his journal, how your tongue wet your lips as you struggled for the words. “I… need to get you a new journal. This one is nearly full.”

His smile is warm and kind, as always. “I always have inspiration, so I am full of ideas.”

You hummed. “Could I… I always sleep better with you at my side. Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Aegon looked at you and your heart melted within your chest, unable to collect itself when he closed the distance between you. His hands were careful to cup your jaw, rough from the calluses of guitar strings but still gentle, and he pressed his lips to your own.

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 5 months

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I would do anything (modern!Professor!Daemon Targaryen x Student!Reader)

synopsis: You are in danger of failing your class, so you have to beg your professor for a way to prevent that from happening. Something he is more than happy to help with.

warnings: age difference, power imbalance, semi public sex, smut, oral sex (m recieving), p in v sex, afab reader, she/her pronouns

word count: 2.5k

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As you sit in front of Professor Targaryen´s Office waiting for him to call you in, you feel like in the beginning of a cheap porn movie. Your leg bounces up and down rapidly and you don´t even want to think about the reason why you are sitting here right now. You're grades are slipping massively and now you need to beg him for extra work or anything really to better them. Desperately so or your parents would kill you. And the worst part was, that it was all your fault. If you hadn´t gotten distracted you wouldn´t be in this situation. Fuck! You scream as loud as you can in your head.

Running a hand through your hair for the millionth time. Until finally the clicking sound of the door besides you can be heard and Professor Targaryen calls your name.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know I could have come in during office hours, but I… I just couldn´t wait that long.” You say as your fingers pick at each other.

“It´s okay. Why don´t you tell me what you wanted to speak about?” He looks at you over the top rim of his glasses.

You take a deep breath, feeling your pulse between your legs at the sight. Daemon Targaryen was a good looking man. Aged like a fine wine more than anything. He had all of the female student body wrapped tightly around his finger, some of the guys as well probably and you were no exception for that. Damn it, but you had to concentrate right now. Distractions like this where the whole reason why you were sitting right here right now in the first place. He on the other hand seemed like he had exactly those distractions in mind exclusively.

“I am aware that I let myself get… distracted for a while and my grades have suffered from that. Badly. So I wanted to consult you about ways to bring them up again?” You can barely keep your eyes away from how tight his shirt sits over his chest.

“So much is true and I admire your determination to wanting to better yourself, but I fear I am not sure if I have that much extra work left so close to the midterms.” He folds his hands on top of the desk as he speaks and you have to pull yourself together not to drool over them then and there. His long fingers just had that effect. His own eyes rest comfortably on your figure. Running over the barely hidden swell of your breasts, the pooch of your belly, and the hint of firm thighs just under the hemline of the summer dress you decided to wear today.

“Please, professor. I´ll do anything you ask of me.” You plead. Close to falling to your knees and begging. Damn, you needed to get a grip of reality and you needed to do so fast. This wasn´t actual porn.

“Anything?” That word made his ears perk up in interest. Would you really do anything?

“Yes, professor. I swear I would do anything. I just need my grades to become better again.” You bite on your lower lip in an attempt to calm yourself. A seemingly innocent action that gets his blood flowing. Boiling. Directly all the way down to his core, making his cock stir in the tightening pants.

“Well, if you swear it… There might be a way.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, at which you can´t help but feel your core clenching around nothing.

“Please, tell me professor.” You lean slightly forward in anticipation. Completely forgetting what you had decided to wear today, thus granting him an almost perfect look deep into your cleavage.

“Oh, fuck you calling me professor like it doesn´t turn you on just to say it.” He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Come here.”

Hesitantly you stand up and walk around his big desk. Watchful eyes never leaving him, as he pulls his chair back enough for you to take your place in the space under his desk.

“Kneel.” It isn´t a suggestion that passes Daemon´s lips. It´s a clear command spoken in a raspy tone and you are not about to disobey him. Not when the mere sight of him running his hand through his hair and readjusting his glasses drove a fire through your veins that could only be doused by his touch.

You bite your lip again as you settle down, looking at your professor through your thick lashes. Your hands immediately run up the inside of his thighs to open his belt. Pulling out his length, your eyes widen at the size of it.

“Do you like what you see?” He muses. Your only answer coming out in the form of a slow nod. However when your eyes meet his lilac gaze again and you see the look in it, your hesitation fades.

Leaning forward, you lick a stripe up his shaft to the tip. Watching his eyes shut you repeat the motion, letting your hands continue to caress his thighs. When his breath hitches at your ministrations you finally take him into one hand, spreading the fluid collecting at the red tip along it.

Letting your tongue swirl around it teasingly slow, you flutter your eyelashes up at Daemon. Waiting until one of his big hands found their way into your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail, to wrap your lips around his cock. By the way his hand flexes you can tell that he is holding back from pushing your head down. Breathing as heavily as you are as you take him further into your mouth with every time you move it down.

Once his cockhead hits the back of your throat, you let out a low moan. The vibration getting his length to twitch in your mouth, which in turn causes tears to burn in the corners of your eyes. If only you hadn´t worn makeup today. Your mascara would end up smudging for the whole rest of the school to see. Too bad you couldn´t give a shit about that little fact at the moment. The weight of his length on your tongue being absolutely distracting you from any coherent thought or concern.

Blinking the tears away you start bobbing your head up and down in a slow pace, the hand that still sat wrapped around his hardness, falling into rhythm with your head. Shifting your weight slightly you sit back on your haunches, hollowing your cheeks just to get another reaction out of him. Which you do this time in the form of a soft groan and his fingers pulling at your hair ever so gently. The dull pain that travels over your scalp from it pulls another moan from your lungs. This one louder than the last. Prompting his eyes to dart over to the door. Hoping that no one would hear, but also bucking his hips at the same time. For a split second the thought about this being wrong crosses his mind, but just as fast as it comes, it is replaced by how arousing it is nonetheless. Fastening the pace with which you bob your head up and down, you take Daemon in even further, swallowing around his thick length. Concentrating on how to breath, your eyes flutter close. Keeping your rhythm steady. Daemons groans come more frequent now. The heavenly sounds eliciting a whimper or whine from your side every single time. Your own arousal collecting between your thighs, sticking your panties to your core. The next time his hand tightens in your hair, you start to rub your wet core against your heel. It´s not something you control, but rather something that controls you. Leads you on your path towards relief as you bring Daemon there as well, but it isn´t enough. Nothing you could do to yourself could be enough, when you could have his touch instead.

As your whines of frustration grow frequent so does his hips bucking up into you. So you ignore the way your neck and jaw slowly start hurting and pick up your pace ever so slightly once more.

“Fuck… I´m so close.” Heavy pants leave his mouth.

His eyes return to lock with yours as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat before he can even give you another warning. Leading him through his orgasm, you slow down the movements of your hand, before letting his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop. Panting heavily as you swallow and let your tongue swipe out to clean the remnants of his spent. Daemon thinks that just with this sight in mind he could die a happy man as he helps you stand up again. Leaning against the desk as your knees still slightly hurt from the hard floor. Both of you catching your breath for a second. Yet his erection didn´t seem to go away. If anything it throbbed even more with each passing second as his dazed, hungry eyes roamed over your body. Shining with remnants of his cum and your spit.

“Turn around.” His rough voice rings through to your foggy brain. One hand caressing over your jawline , neck and exposed collar bones.

You turn around immediately. Swaying as you do what you are told. Holding onto the desk, your knees wobble even more as Daemon stands to press up behind you. The hand that had before caressed your chin, now wanders up your back to grab the back of your neck. A surprised whine escapes your lungs at the sudden rough touch. The fire in your core churning, burning even brighter as he tears down the thin straps of the dress. Effectively exposing your whole bare upper body to him and anyone that might enter the room at any second. Instead of letting this stop the two of you though, it only turned you on more. Letting him push you onto the surface in front of you, you hastily push up the skirt of the dress and your panties to the side and spread your legs for him.

Daemon wastes no time in entering you. Sucking in a drawn out breath as your velvet walls surround his dick tightly in their wet heat.

“So tight…” He says breathily. Giving you barely a second to get used to the pain of the way he stretches you out.

Your back arches off the table so hard you feel like it will break under him rutting inside of you without abandon, turning the pain into delicious pleasure soon enough.

Daemon takes his free hand off your hip, where he had previously held you, to wrap it around your body. Bringing it down to your clit to rub fast circles into it. If it wasn´t for that hand you are sure you would fall to the ground with how weak your knees feel at his ministrations. Wobbling like they are made of jelly as he fucks into you like he is possessed.

“So… Good…” Your words come out in a hushed whisper. “Please.”

You don´t even have to finish your plea for him to understand. Daemons fingers rub even faster circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, his hips slapping against your ass as he pistons inside of your wet pussy. The sounds your bodies create in the process so lewd and addictive at the same time, you think you will never forget them. When a particularly loud moan falls from your lips, the hand form your neck loosens too to clamp down over your mouth.

“Shit… Shh, or we will be caught and you don´t want that. Do you, good girl?” He rasps into your ear.

You shake your trembling head. A muffled “No.” Sounding through his long and thick fingers.

“That´s a good little slut. All nice and tight, doing whatever her professor wants her to do.” The words are taunting but the tone he says them in is so sweet and full of praise, your brain gets even foggier. You barely even realize the whimper of protest coming from you at the pet name.

“What? Are you not letting me fuck you for a better grade?” He chuckles, followed right by choked grunt as your cunt tightens around his length with the oncoming waves of an orgasm. “I thought so.”

Chasing that oncoming high your hips develop a mind of their own. Meeting his thrusts as best as they still can. The rhythm almost too fast to keep up. The whines and cries of pleasure from you come without pause now. Small tears trickling down your cheeks from the pure sensation of his fingers on and his cock inside of you. Every oh so little sensation, like his hot, heavy breath in your neck, are driving you further towards the edge and as he does so the walls of your hot core can´t help but flutter. Seemingly sucking him in even further and pulling him closer to the edge with you. Your moans turn frantic the closer you get. Glad for his hand over your mouth, as if had it not been there, someone would sure walked in on you two by now. Daemon is much better at controlling the volume of the grunts and curses that leave his mouth. His mouth that was so close to the most sensitive part of your neck.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck…” A string of muffled high-pitched curses makes its way through his hand. And with a few more thrusts of his hips dragging his thick cock over the spongy spot inside you, you fall over the edge hard. The waves of overstimulating pleasure pulling you under until you feel like you can´t breathe anymore. Daemon pulls your shaking hips close to his stuttering ones one last time and with a gasp he comes for the second time. Painting the walls deep inside of you with his seed.

Exhausted you collapse forwards onto the desk beneath you. The wood cold against your bare breasts. A happy, blissed out smile on your face as he removes his hand from your mouth to let you catch your breath. Staying inside of you until the two of you have calmed down enough to continue on.

When he pulls out you let out one last whine at the sudden empty feeling. Fixing yourself up again your eyes rest on your professor once more. An almost hopeful and ultimately satisfied expression shimmering in them as the two of you sit back down in your respective seats.

His eyes watch you even closer than before now. The way your thighs press together in an attempt to not let his cum drip out of you and onto the chair or anywhere else, the way your hands play with the hem of the dress again as you try to find the right words for this new situation.

“So, uhm…” You feel your face and décolleté burn with the awkwardness of the remnants of your previous doings hanging in the air and the question you feel like you have to ask, just to be sure. “So, can there be anything done about my grades?”

He runs his hand through his hair and readjusts his glasses again, before he speaks in a calm voice. “We most definitely can. And… if you come back tomorrow, they might become even better.”

With those words and a wink he lets you go.

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