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Hello my beloved Irma. For the Valentine’s Day fic fest, could we get 4 and 9 (“first time” and “lingerie”) with Eddie? ❤️

Slow And Easy • Eddie Munson x reader • 18+

summary: Always restless, Eddie’s energy burns bright, right to the bone. Until now that he’s got you on his lap... NSFW Warning: first time/loss of virginity, PIV sex. // Song prompt: Slow An' Easy by Whitesnake // Vday prompts: #4 first time, #9 lingerie • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

He’s always been fidgety. Never been known to slow down, never once seen with his mouth shut or his fingers still. 

Always restless, Eddie’s energy burns bright, right to the bone. 

Until now that he’s got you on his lap. 

His mouth is wide open, but silent.

His fingers are itching, but they remain still on your hips.

The only things moving frantically are his doe eyes, not knowing where to fix his gaze: your head thrown back in pleasure, or the intricate set of lingerie you're wearing.

A black lace bustier that pushes up your tits so beautifully while hugging your ribcage, along with matching high-waisted panties, and a garter belt holding up sheer stockings with a lace trim around your thighs. 

He never imagined this is what you’d look like on your first time. He'd pictured you demure and nervous, and ended up with the exact opposite, not that he's complaining. You're looking like a vixen right out of a Whitesnake music video – right out of his dirtiest fantasies.

Your figure is all wrapped up in dark yet elegant forms, like a present for his eyes only. Fuck all of those teddy bears and shitty candy people get on Valentine's day.

Nah, man – he thinks, you're it. He couldn’t even bring himself to take your lingerie off when it feels this good beneath his fingers, and the sight is enough to have him cumming on sight if it wasn’t for his self-restraint, paired with the fact that he’s determined to make this last for you. 

He slides your panties to the side, one hand holding yours while the other supports your hips, helping you come down on his cock, inch by inch, slowly. 

“Keep on pushing, babe…” He grits through his teeth as he feels your warmth welcoming him in, little by little. “Know you want it crazy, baby…”  

His words make you tremble and whimper – so soaked from his words alone that it becomes easier to take all of his length despite the resistance you initially feel. 

After you’re fully sat on him, after that sudden threshold of pain has finally been surpassed and you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, Eddie’s words rush from his lips once more, to the beat of his thrusts.

He's restless and all too excited now, grinding his hips up to meet you everytime you impale yourself on him, hands itching to grab and fondle every inch of your skin that he can.

“My heart is beating faster, babe…” he rambles, just as he sits up to mouth at your neck, to grasp at your ass every time your skin slaps against his. “It's beating like a big bass drum…” 

He gets close way too soon, so he reigns back, shaking his head and chuckling right into your chest, “Take me down slow and easy, baby…slow and easy…” 

The way he talks to himself makes you giggle – he really has no filter whatsoever, but it fills you up with a loving sensation you’ve never felt for anyone else. You comb his messy, sweaty curls back to reach his ear and whisper, “Make love to me slow and easy, Eddie…” 

And he does, he does, he does, all night long, to the languid rhythm of the guitar riff from the song he’s got playing in the background.

He fucks into you slow and easy until the melody of the solo fuels his hips to piston into you faster and faster once more – rocks you ‘till you’re burned to the bone – grasping at your stockings until they rip, and pulling at the straps of your bustier until your tits spill out for him to nibble and suck.

Soon, all sound fades out except for echoing of the guitar solo, and the staccato beat of your breath when you fall into his arms with a cheshire grin despite your lingerie being all ruined.

A/N: Lita and Bri, my beloveds!! I can't thank you enough for your support to my writing for so long!! Thank you so much for participating in my vday ficlet fest, I loved writing this one and I hope you enjoy it too!! Happy valentine's day! 🥰

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#4 (first time) and #9 (lingerie) with Aemond for the Vday ficlet? :)

Let Me Taste Your Silhouette • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

Summary: It's a night of firsts, that starts with red lace…NSFW warnings: licking through your underwear if that’s a warning lol. There's nothing too explicit going on besides that. Title is a Måneskin lyric! • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Heaving breaths are passed from one mouth to the other like cigarette smoke. Like confessions spilled and drank greedily, as you straddle Aemond’s lap where he sits on the edge of his bed. 

There are candles lit all over his dark bedroom that paint him in warm tones, accentuating the deep blush that’s spreading from his cheeks and down to his chest, the more he strokes and grasps and tugs at your clothes. 

He’s desperate to see you. 

Desperate to finally have you, after having been dancing around each other for far too long. Now, all those days of painful pining have been rewarded, when Aemond yanks down the zipper of your red – his hands instantly covering every inch of exposed skin that prickles with goosebumps. 

You tuck his long silver-blonde hair behind his ears to expose his neck for your kisses while he removes each strap of your dress, tugging the whole piece down to reveal a sight that has his mouth gaping wide and salivating – his one lilac eye turning black with lust. 

You’re wearing a deep red, lace bra that you’d gotten especially for this occasion. After all, this was your first time with Aemond, and you wanted to leave an impression on him that would leave him wanting more. 

A sheer layer barely covers your breasts, and the lace that decorates the cups make intricate, romantic patterns that let the color of your skin be seen through the design, a tease of your nipples peeking through. You were so excited when choosing this set; with the combination of lace and crimson tone making it equal parts cute and sexy. 

His hands, splayed on the expanse of your torso, trail upwards until his thumbs can stroke the curve of your tits, merely feeling the weight of them lightly, before his whole palms fondle and squeeze tenderly.  The size and shape fit his hand in such a perfect way he’d never thought possible. 

“May I taste you?” He hotly whispers, with his lips pressed on your sternum, and his long nose tracing the trim of your bra.   

You nod, breathless. You guide him, with your hand on the back of his silver head, down until his mouth covers one of your tits through the thin fabric of your bra, his ardent tongue licking a broad stripe across your nipple before suckling on it and staining the bra with his spit. He covers your tits with his calloused hands in between licks, moaning at the taste of your skin and the smell of your perfume all over the lace. 

The sound of his low groans as he keeps suckling you fuels the fire in your core, making you grind your clothed pussy on his hard bulge constrained underneath his suit pants. When he unlatches from you, and bunches up your dress around your torso to look at you, he shivers. 

You’re all ruined. 

Your lingerie is all ruined, with your bra all stained from him devouring your tits and now your panties clearly giving away how ready you are to take him for the first time. You’re absolutely soaking through the red material – a big damp circle growing even more as he rubs your clit with his thumb through the panties. 

So ready for the taking – pliant and gushing right here on his lap. He could slip your panties to the side and sink into you so easily, without any resistance. 

And still, it wouldn’t be right if he did that. He wouldn’t be a worthy lover if he just took selfishly on your first time together.

So he takes you in his arms and lays you back on the bed, sliding your dress off completely before pulling you to the edge of the bed, where he kneels right in front of your clothed cunt. Before he could do anything, your fingers gingerly hook on the strap of his eyepatch, in a silent enquiry. 

“May I see you?” you murmur. He looks deeply into your eyes before nodding. You remove the garment delicately, soothing the scarred side of his face – same one he cushions on the pillowy flesh of your inner thigh. It’s also the first time you see him without the eyepatch. A night of firsts. 

You grin, hoping that your gaze will convey just how handsome you think he is, and that the way you’re opening up your legs and gyrating your hips will assure him that you still want him.

Left eye like a pearl, and the right turning to obsidian as he sees that wet spot on your lace panties spreading wider, making him gather up spit in his mouth before sucking you through your underwear. 

It was a night of firsts indeed. 

When you discovered just how loud you could be underneath Aemond Targaryen. 

And he became addicted to the taste of your silhouette in red lace.

A/N: thank you so much for requesting, friends!! hope you enjoy this, and happy valentine's day! x

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hey irma!! for the valentines prompts can i request aemond with you’re driving me crazy and mutual pining? 🖤💋

You Drive Me Crazy • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

summary: There's no way Aemond Targaryen would ever notice you, a waitress from the dingy little diner...or is there? NSFW Warning: Itty bitty glimpse of public sex (?) they're in an empty dinner, no one sees // Song prompt: (You Drive Me) Crazy by Britney Spears // Vday prompts: #6 mutual pining, #12 secret admirers. • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Baby, I'm so into you

“ – AT” Is your only clue. There, in one of the diner tables you were cleaning, someone had left a single red rose, with those initials on a note. 

‘AT’ could stand for a number of names, but you can only associate those initials to bright lilac and silver blonde.

What can I do?

He drives you absolutely mad, bonkers, insane – just – fucking crazy. 

You’d never have imagined a guy such as Aemond Targaryen, one of the snobby art history students, in a dingy place like the little diner across campus, where you work at. As a starving college student you had to make ends meet, but him? 

And yet, he was here almost every night, with a book as his sole companion, always ordering either the soup of the day with some lemonade and tea afterwards, or a cup of coffee with a pastry. 

He drives you crazy because he never says a thing. But regardless of his silence, he just has something that intrigues you – attracts you, so damn much. You exchange glances from across the diner, he lingers for a bit while ordering his meals. When other waitresses go up to serve him he always dismisses them politely, waiting until you come by his table. Then there’s the way he flushes when you take him by surprise and ask about the books he reads. The way you catch him staring at your legs in your uniform dress. 

You feel like you’re losing it. 

Tell me I'm not in the blue, 

That I'm not wasting my feelings on you

February knocks on your door, bringing with it the promise of change. The month of pink and red roses and romance in the air. It thrills you, pushes you to take the risk and leave your phone number on one of his receipts one time. 

All night, you tossed and turned, waiting, wondering if he was gonna call or text. 

But he never did. 

Was he ignoring you because he’s not interested? Are you that low on the social sphere for him? 

You drive me crazy

I just can't sleep

Dreaded Valentine’s day rushes in with zero prospects except for an evening on your feet and the diner jam-packed with annoying couples who couldn’t be bothered to turn down their ruckus or clean up a little bit after themselves. You could barely catch a break, much less look around for a glimpse of him. He must’ve had plans with someone else already. And you swear, regardless of how busy you were, you definitely would’ve spotted his gorgeous head of silver hair. 

There’s no way he had left you that rose, probably someone else had forgotten it. 

You trace the soft petals with yearning, all alone, stalling on cleaning the dining floor because your heart beats too loudly within you, renderring you motionless.

The little chime of the doorbell rings – and you’re ready to send the customer out with a huff until you turn and see him. 

Your breath escapes you.

Everything around you dims except for his luminous pressence.

“I see you got my note.” His voice is a soft contrast to all the leather he wears, his lips curl ever so carefully one might miss it if you’re not looking closely. But you do, you always have. 

You smile, bringing the rose to your chest. “You didn’t get my phone number.” You just had to throw it out there. You had to know. 

“I did. I couldn’t tell you how many times I pulled up my messages, ready to text you, but I never knew what to say. I’ve never been good with words.” 

You bite your lip as you look at him.

Step by step, he approaches you, with his eye intently fixed on yours. 

It’s valentine’s day, after all.

Maybe all that February magic would find you once more, if only you took a little leap of faith. With a rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins, you ask. 

“Then what are you good with?” Your voice comes out way more sultry than you’d intended, and the way his pupil dilates has you clutching at your rose or else your hands would be on him in a second. 

And they are. 

I'm so excited, I'm in too deep

crazy, but it feels alright

They are.

Not just your hands, but your legs, snaking around his waist the moment he sits you on the counter and fits himself all snug against you, grinding on your throbbing core.  

“You drive me crazy,” You whine, grasping at the lapels of his leather jacket, urging him to take it off now, though he’s too busy with one hand unzipping your uniform dress and the other hiking up your skirt.

He’s hungry for you, desperate to feel every inch of your skin that's revealed when the top half of your dress slips down your shoulders. 

“Just as you do to me,” He rasps as he showers you with kisses – his presence all consuming, it leaves you trembling, struggling to unzip his pants. 

You don’t even remember how you managed to do it, or if it had been you who’d done it – all thoughts wipe out of your brain the moment you feel him entering you, splitting you open and embracing you with all his warmth. 

You’re thankful the curtains of the dinner are all rolled down so no one would see you clinging to his shoulders; thankful for his intoxicating scent right underneath his jaw where you muffle your moans. 

He drives you crazy, he still does. He's never stop.

He doesn't stop until every muscle in your body has been left shaking.

Doesn't stop, even after you’re wiping yourselves down when you’re through, kissing each other delicately, as if each kiss carried all the words that had been meant to be said all this time, but could never make it out of your lips.

At night, you lay awake reminiscing about the feeling of him inside, when a beep from your phone startles you. 

 Finally.

All the wait had been worth it, the moment you see his text, shining brightly from your phone screen:

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

A/N: BESTIES thank you SO, SO much for participating in my little ficlet fest!! it means a lot and it fills my heart with joy to see that you coincided with the prompts! I'm sending you all a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and all the valentine's goodies!! hope you enjoyed this!! x

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irma!!! (in advance, from when i’m sending this in) happy valentine’s day, lovely!! first of all, may i say that your music taste is exquisite and i’m looking forward to reading all your wonderful ficlets <3

secondly, i’d love to request aemond with head over heels by tears for fears if that’s possible, and it’s up to you if it’s sfw or not <3 once more, happy valentine’s day! sending you flowers (origami, if you’re allergic) <3333

Made A Fire • Aemond Targaryen x reader

summary: There must be something Aemond can do to prevent you from marrying your betrothed...but what? // House of the reader & her betrothed isn't specified. Song prompt: Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

I wanted to be with you alone

And talk about the weather  

He stares from the sidelines with his blood boiling. 

There’s some kid  – whom he doesn’t care enough for to learn his name – glued to you throughout this damned dance he’s been obliged to attend. Aemond detects your unease from a distance, how you scowl and remain with your arms crossed as the kid – who looks to be about the same age of ten and four  as you – keeps blabbering without giving you a chance to talk. 

All Aemond wants to do is to listen to you talk. Talk about the most mundane of topics such as the weather, or discuss the philosophies and histories of Westeros. All Aemond wants to do during these events, when you come all the way to King’s Landing, is to be with you alone. He misses you terribly each time you part – sleep evades him each time you take your hands in his and promise to write as soon as you land home. 

Suddenly, the kid looks as though he’s gonna steal a kiss from you, making Aemond rush to shield you from him, pushing the kid back – who groans in disbelief and charges towards Aemond once more before you exclaim, “Hey, stop it! Leave Aemond alone!” 

Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out until I'm head over heels  

“Leave him alone!? The kid scoffs, eyeing Aemond maliciously. “I’ve been with you the entire evening and it’s his side you’re on!?” 

You stand your ground, holding Aemond’s hand when you notice his bawled fists ready to start punching. 

He doesn’t show it but Aemond swoons. 

“The crippled prince?” The kid guffaws, “You must be joking!” 

As soon as the insult leaves his vicious lips, Aemond pushes him again but the kid yanks his arm, taking him on the ground with him, leaving Aemond upside down with his head right by your heels before you kneel down to help him up. 

Soon Queen Alicent arrives to settle all the fuzz, and the young Lord Cerion’s own mother – as Aemond finally hears the name – comes to take him away back to the table. 

“Are you alright?” You whisper. Aemond nods and you squeeze his hands lovingly, offering him an apologetic smile. “You really did save my neck, Aemond. I cannot stand him. Apparently his family is in negotiations with mine to betrothe us. Gods above, help me.” 

Don't take my heart, don't break my heart, don't throw it away – Aemond thinks, just as his heart takes a deep dive right into his stomach as soon as you say the word, ‘betrothed.’

He weakly smiles, trying to disguise the defeat flashing across his features. 

There must be something he can do…but what? 

I made a fire, and watching it burn

Thought of your future

With one foot in the past, now just how long will it last?

Five years later, you’re at the Red Keep for another celebration, but this time you’re not present at the banquet hall.

Aemond excuses himself from the table to look for you. He knew you had landed indeed, and he was starting to grow concerned. 

Behind the pillars of the highway, he sees your figure struggling against someone’s hold.

Aemond’s body tenses in alert the second he hears your pleas.

The other figure roughly grabs the hem of your skirt, lifting it up, and before they dare press themselves against you, Aemond pounces, hauling the man onto the ground. 

It’s Lord Cerion again.

Adulthood hasn’t treated him as kindly as it did Aemond, who’d grown into a powerful man despite his disability – as tall as a pillar and as agile as a gazelle. Cerion’s got a scruffy black beard, his eyes are milky and bloodshot while his face looks gaunt with malnourishment, framing a  mouth perpetually curved in a hateful scowl. 

“If you touch her again, I will kill you.” Aemond growls down at Cerion, who sneers back. 

“It is my right to touch her, she’s my betrothed! There’s nothing a crippled prince can do to change that!” Cerion spits with vitriol despite remaining at the ground – betraying just how weak he is in comparison to Aemond. Still, Aemond maintains his composure, taking your hand and leading you out of there. 

The next morning, Lord Cerion’s mother’s cries echo throughout the Red Keep, when members of the Kingsguard inform the family that his dead body has been found by the shoreline, just grade above having been turned to coal.

The morning after, Aemond strides to your father and asks for your hand in marriage, with little concern about displaying any grievance towards the deceased Lord Cerion, but much pride in his loyal Vaghar’s dragonfire. 

In my mind's eye

One little boy, one little man

Another five years ahead, he stares from the sidelines with his heart racing. 

There’s a little kid  – who’s birth name is so rarely uttered, in favor of a nickname his parents call him – glued to you throughout the Yule celebrations. Aemond swears you’re glowing with happiness, with how you grin and laugh at the child’s blabbering. You take him in arms and swing his little body around as if he was as light as a feather. 

He’s only four years of age and the absolute light of your lives. His eyes are undoubtedly yours in shape and color, but his silver hair and curved lips are Aemond’s, through and through. 

Aemond ponders that this is what he must’ve looked like beside you, on the very first time he met you. You’d been as young as your son is right now – give a year or two, mayhaps.  

He’d always known. Way before he defended your honor from Lord Cerion and fell head over heels in love. 

And not a day goes by that he’s not glad to have made the fire that brought you back to him.

Funny how time flies

A/N: Happy Valentine's day, friend!!! thank you so much for requesting!! This song choice was excellent because when I read the lyrics carfully, I was like, this is actually a perfect Aemond song!?? Sending you a big bouquet of flowers (if you're not allergic either) and once again, thank you!! x

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Working Class • Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

summary: There's only one thing on your mind while you endure the pains of working at the kitchens of the Red Keep... NSFW Warning: oral sex (f) receiving. Song prompt: Wild Sex (In The Working Class) by Oingo Boingo • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist *THIS IS A REPOST because the post got lost in tumblr space.

I pass the hours in a dream

The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose

There's only one thing keeps me on my feet

There’s only one constant in your mind, through these long hours at work. One thing that keeps your mind off of the pain in your lower back from standing for so long. 

With the soft, pliable texture of dough slipping in between your fingers and sticking to your palm, you can only think of bodies intertwined, joining as one. Of flesh, rippling after a slap, or squeezed with a dominating grip. 

With the sweat dripping from your forehead and nose as you submit the bread to the wood-fired oven, you think of the exchanged heat between two people during the throes of passion. 

You’re up before anyone else, working in the kitchens of the Red Keep, and go to bed once all the halls have been emptied. All the time you spend alone is torture; your joints ache and your muscles spasm from all the work, but at least there's a single upside. 

All of these indecent thoughts are spurred by the sight of Prince Aemond. 

Just like you, he’s up before the rest of his family, and goes to sleep at the hour of the owl. If he were anyone else he’d probably be scoldedf for not breaking his fast with his family, but he shows no care for that. He heads straight to the kitchens to have the first meal of the day alone, right after he trains. At night, he comes for bread and tea to fuel up after having been studying all evening. He’s quiet when he’s seeking refuge here in the kitchens, both of you inhabiting your respective corners. 

But as peaceful as it is, inside you’re burning. 

Because every morning, on your way to the kitchens, you catch a glimpse of him training. Sometimes with Ser Criston, but mostly alone. Running circuits of various strength exercises before grabbing his sword. 

Watching the gears as they move

Just reminds me of bodies in motion

The sweat and the sound

Makes me think of…

Sometimes you hide behind a pillar and watch him. When he’s heaving for breath, when you see his muscles bulging and flexing, his flesh glistening from the exertion, you can only imagine all that power focused on you.

You close your eyes and conjure up sinful images that go along with the sound of his grunts and sighs. In your daydreams, it’s not his sword in hand, nor is it the grass beneath him when he planks and pushes his body from the ground-up.

My back is aching so bad

But I'm grinning inside

Thinking of you keeps me on my feet

In your dreams, he’s got your upper body splayed on your worktable, just as you are now while you prepare the scones meant for the morrow. You pretend that the aching in your lower back is because his callused hands grip your skin, keeping you in place as he kneels behind you to lift your skirt and taste the nectar that drips from your cunt. 

The ghost of Aemond Targaryen’s touch is the only thing that makes the days go by easily. It’s what numbs out the pain in the soles of your feet, what allows you to greet him with a kind smile when he comes to you, despite carrying the weight of your work on your body and your desire coiled tight in your belly. 

I work so hard thinking of you

And this must be a dream, for the room is bathed in darkness, except for the flames rising from the oven. This must be a dream, because you’re laid on the table, with Aemond in between your legs, kneading your flesh.

And he’s hungry, but not for that which is born out of your fingers, served to him on a plate each morning. He’s quenched, but not for juice, freshly squeezed from the fruit that the other workers gather at dawn. 

You’re pliable beneath his fingers, as he palms and fondles your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, in an echo of what he’s seen you do in your craft. His hands map out the lines of your torso reverently, while the dexterous muscle of his tongue tastes you, prods the inside of your cunt, fucking you so deep in order to drink your arousal straight from the source.

His fingers venture downwards to your clit, rubbing it tenderly between his forefinger and thumb as he keeps licking and sucking on you. 

Is this all a dream? It must be.

For he has you whining and crying for him, far sooner than you ever do by your own hand. But the scorching feeling of his tongue and his breath on your cunt, cannot be imagined. You cannot possibly allude to anything that might resemble it. His nails digging in the dough of your inner thighs as he buries his head impossibly closer to you cannot be tangible in a dream.

The sound of your name being groaned back to you is real, crawling its way inside to unfurl the band that holds your orgasm in tight.

The quaking right inside your core and sending all your nerves alight is real, just like his tender kiss, sharing the taste of your essence like one might share a sweet delicacy. 

Now you have something real to look forward to at the end of your workday. 

You count the minutes, yearning for the day to go by fast. 

And while Prince Aemond might be royalty, you grin, for he certainly fucked like he belonged in the working class. 

A/N: Dear anon who requested!! hope you see this again as the OG post got lost. Thank you so much for requesting this song!! Writing something for Aemond with OB as inspiration?? THE BEST. Happy valentine's day!! x

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so excited for your ficletfest bestie!! i'd love to request mutual pining with eddie!

Since I've Been Loving You • Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: working at the radio station on valentine's day is the worst... • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Being stuck in traffic, paying taxes, crying babies in a movie theater, are all things you’d rather put up with than working on Valentine’s day. 

It’s the absolute worst day to be working at the radio station. All damn day, answering calls of sappy people requesting love songs for their significant others. You loathe it. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with people flaunting the bouquets of roses, boxes of chocolates and cards that everyone in the office got except for you. Nothing to do with the fact that all your friends already have dates and they wouldn’t be able to hang out with you. 

Nothing to do whatsoever, with Eddie not being here, today, out of all days. 

By the end of your shift your lip would be all chewed up and your cuticles peeled back. Your eyes keep flicking from the wall clock to the door of your booth, yearning for his figure bursting in and dropping a selection of his personal picks to play on the radio, like always. 

Eddie works in the archives, as one of the curators at the station. He always chooses the greatest records to play, and even has a daily habit of leaving you little notes on certain tracks when he drops off the selection for the day onto your desk. He’s gifted you mixtapes that you cherish as if they’re worth all the gold in the world. His music taste is absolutely exquisite, and he’s so intelligent and witty and funny and handsome, the absolute man of your dreams, whom you’ve been pining for since you started working here, and…and he’d never like you that way. 

How could he? Why would he, of all people? No one you ever have a crush on reciprocates your feelings, it’s just something that doesn’t happen to you. And you’re at peace with it now. Plus, what a silly thing it is – to be having a crush at your age. And on a co-worker!? No way. 

Still, you cling to whatever remnant of hope you have left to at least see him today. That would brighten up your day immediately.

But your shift soon comes to a close and Eddie’s nowhere in sight. 

You grumble when the last ring of the day comes through, fumbling with the telephone cord before picking up the call – 

– through the static, a familiar voice tunes in. 

“Hey there! the name’s Eddie Munson and, okay, so! I uh, I’d like to dedicate this song to my favorite person ever, who I think might be totally clueless. I’ve been dropping hints, giving them mixtapes and notes and shit – oops, sorry, not supposed to swear on the air.” Eddie chuckles. 

Your heart must’ve freaking thrusted out of your chest into the stratosphere. 

“But yeah, so, if they check under the pile of records on their desk, they’ll know which song I’d like to request. They’re keen on Zeppelin, so I thought that track was it, ya know. Happy Valentine’s day, babe! This is for you!” 

The second he disconnects, you scramble through the box of tapes to see that buried underneath the pile is a copy of Led Zeppelin’s “III”, with a post- it that reads, “track 4” with Eddie’s handwriting on sharpie. 

With trembling hands, you put on the tape and flick the ‘on air’ button of your console, speaking to the audience. 

“Coming up next! ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin! As requested by our last caller of the day. Safe to say, your message has been received, Eddie.” 

You giggle as the track begins to play. 

The grin that now stretches your cheeks wide couldn’t be wiped down even if you tried, and all those silly butterflies in your stomach now roam free inside of you, as you listen to the lyrics of the song and realize you’ve been such a fool. 

Such a great fool. 

Too immersed in denial, afraid of being hurt again, that you were terribly oblivious that all this time, after all, your feelings were returned. 

What a wonderful, surreal feeling. 

More so, when Eddie finally opens up the door to your booth, with a bouquet of roses and a goofy grin that makes your heart thump — even quicker when he wraps you in a bear hug, murmuring into your hair, “Fucking finally babe!”

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting besties!! I think you're the ones that have been my mutuals for the longest time! Happy Valentine's day, hope you enjoyed this! x

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"I never did believe in miracles

But I've a feeling it's time to try

I never did believe in the ways of magic

But I'm beginning to wonder why"

i initially thought of smut for this but then ultimately decided on SFW...with modern!Aemond perhaps? 🤭 also not sure if this is where i shoud do this so just correct me if i am wrong 😬

Never Did Believe • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: You've never believed in miracles or magic. Not when your childhood friend went away, a long time ago... • Prompts: #5 first kiss, 7 bouquet of roses, 12 secret admirers, #13 love confessions / song prompt: You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac. • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Aemond’s hair turns to gold when a beam of sunshine kisses the top of his head, as the crisp morning air toys with his pale blond strands.

It’s surely the work of magic, you ponder. With the light shining down on him to reveal the dimples you rarely see on his face, he looks like a prince right out of a fantasy tale. It stirs something in your chest that you’d rather not tamper with. Utter admiration, albeit secret, hidden between layers in your heart, as thick as the wool coat you’re wearing today. 

After all, Aemond is your childhood friend, nothing more. 

You’re walking down the empty beach on the first hours of this cold Tuesday, both snug in heavy scarfs and mittens. There’s still hazy dew clinging in the air, adding something enchanting to the landscape that never grows dull, even after coming here on a near daily basis with Aemond. Sometimes you come here with Vaghar, his great dane, but oftentimes it’s just the two of you basking in the peace and quiet as you walk along the shore.

Today, the waves dance with a calm, dreamy rhythm, splashing fresh droplets of seafoam into your faces. He gazes at you with a hopeful glint in his crystalline eyes – his right one lilac and the left, pearly white. 

It’s Valentine’s day. 

A magical day when it seems all bets are off and miracles could happen. 

Though you’d stopped believing in those, a long time ago. 

A long time ago, your dear friend lost sight in his left eye, shortly before his father passed away and the family moved out of the country. You swear he took a bit of your heart and put it in his pocket to keep forever, for some things just never aligned for you in his absence.

Each time you tried to go out of your comfort zone – put your heart on the line for others – disaster always followed. So many times you tried for things to work until you’d accepted that maybe the type of companionship you longed for was not meant for you. 

Maybe that chance simply took flight with Aemond, like a mighty dragon in the sky would.

You swore you’d never put yourself out there and willingly be vulnerable. Until one day, walking down the cobblestone paths of King’s Landing University, you reunited with your dearest friend. 

He smiled, and it seemed like sparkles were bursting all over him – like all magic and wonder returned to your life. 

With Aemond, fun could be found in the simplest things: in silence, reading together; in whole conversations exchanged through mere glances; in playing chess and sharing countless cups of lattes, or walking along an empty shoreline, like you do now. With Aemond, even the most regular things feel like fun. That’s the kind of magical  power he has.

He makes loving fun. 

And maybe the real miracle is how your love endured all the time you were separated. The miracle is how his blind eye radiates light when he looks down at you, stopping in the middle of your stroll through the beach when he spots a man with a cart full of roses by the pier.

He takes in your hand and together you  approach the man. 

Your heart beats so loud as you look at your friend, who doesn’t say a word to you – merely smirks as he buys a full bouquet of roses from the man. 

Inhaling deeply, he bites his lip and softly takes your hand in his, fitting the bouquet in the other one.

He looks down to the ground, voice as soft and tender as the rose petals in between your fingers. “You know, I never did believe in miracles, but…” he meets your gaze, with hope and adoration, and all of the magical things.

You wonder why you’d stopped believing in it in the first place. Magic has always existed, it’s contained in Aemond’s stare. 

“But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try.” He murmurs timidly.

You clutch the bouquet of roses to your chest, before smiling and leaning in tenderly.

“So let’s try. It’s all I wanna do”, you whisper, and your lips brush his – one of your palms framing the scarred side of his face. 

It’s on Valentine's day, a day when all bets are off and miracles can happen, that you exchange the confession of reciprocated love through a first kiss.

A/N: besties, thank you so much for requesting!! I see you in my notes every time and it makes me super happy. Seriously, your support means the world!! happy valentine's day! x

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Valentine's day ficlet fest • 2023 masterlist

Happy February, besties!! Thank you so much to everyone that requested something. In this masterlist you'll find all the ficlets posted throughout the month and this will be pinned on my blog. A lot of the prompts got repeated in some occassions so I've combined some of the asks to end up with these 25 short stories; the titles of some of these may change on the day I'm posting it because I didn't have time write them all ahead of time like I wanted because of the amount of requests that came in! Consider this a little vday gift from me to you as a way of thanking you for the support to my writing. I'm also linking a playlist with the songs that inspired all of these fics, in case everyone is looking for vday songs to get in the mood. Happy valentine's day!!!

FICLETS

"Since I've Been Loving You" • Eddie Munson x reader

"Never Did Believe" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Let Me Taste Your Silhouette" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader *nsfw

"Underneath It All" • Modern!Kylo Ren x reader

"Made A Fire" • Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Working Class" • Aemond Targaryen x reader * nsfw

"You Drive Me Crazy" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader *nsfw

"Slow And Easy" • Eddie Munson x reader *nsfw

"Words Are Very Uneccessary" • Aemond Targaryen x reader *nsfw

"Head Over Heels" • Eddie Munson x reader

"Last Dance" • Eddie Munson x reader

"You Make Loving Fun" • Eddie Munson x reader

"I'll Be Your Song" • Eddie Munson x reader

"Be Mean" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Love On Top" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Enjoy The Silence" • Eddie Munson x reader

"Magic Man" • Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Move me" • Aemond Targaryen x reader

"There is so much a man can tell you" • Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Dinner and Diatribes" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

"If Not For You" • Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Talk Refined" • Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Last Thing I Remember" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Maybe I'm Foolish" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

"Dance For You" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

PLAYLIST

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*chanting*

Valentine's day ficlet fest!

Valentine's day ficlet fest!

Hi friend!

I was wondering if you could write a smutty Aemond fic with the plot of either Secret admirers Or love confession, to Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode (great music selection btw!).

P.S. thank you for doing this. V-day usually makes me sad, but I’m really looking forward to this ♥️♥️

Words Are Very Uneccessary • Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

summary:Your dearest friend has always been quiet, but never with you...unless he was in pain. NSFW Warning: there is nothing explicit and sex is only alluded to but to be on the safe side: allusion to public sex and cheating (?) not on Aemond though.  // Song prompt: Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode + vday prompts: love confessions, secret admirers.  •2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Words like violence

Break the silence

Leading up to the spring dance, Aemond had been inexplicably silent with you all week. 

Your dearest friend has always been quiet, but never with you – unless he was in pain, or merely preferred to communicate with you through timid gestures and faint touches. 

Now, you kindly excuse yourself from the arms of the young lord that was to become your betrothed and with whom you’d been dancing all evening, heading straight to Aemond’s own sanctuary within the walls of the Red Keep. 

Come crashing in

Into my little world

You find him hidden among stacks of books, sat by the fire in the library. The room is so quiet that the sound of your heels seem to resound way louder than the actual strength of your step. 

His profile looks sharper, highlighted by the auburn color of the flames – its cracking sound more audible than normal, even more so than your beating heart. 

You don’t utter a single vowel, for fear of crashing into his little world, slicing through his safe haven of silence with words sharper than Aemond’s own blade. 

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Either he isn’t aware of your existence or he’s ignoring you, but it hurts just the same. Feels like your heart is breaking agonizingly slow, cracking loudly piece by piece, seconds from shattering to the ground with a deafening clang. 

You gather up your courage and finally speak. 

“Aemond?” 

Still, his eye remains glued to his book – not even humming in acknowledgement. 

Finally you decide to end this game, striding to him and closing the book on his lap – Aemond immediately rises to his feet with flaring nostrils and a murderous gaze, mere inches from your face. 

Only you’re not scared of him.

You stand your ground, lifting your head high and matching the potency of his gaze. 

“What is it!?” you demand. “Why haven’t you spoken to me all week? What have I done to you, Aemond!?” 

Your words come out like vicious growls you hadn’t intended, and upon seeing his lips quiver, you tentatively rest your palm on the unscarred side of his face.

“My dearest friend, why won’t you talk to me?” 

He looks down for an eternal moment, with furrowed brows and forced inhales of breath, before he gives in. 

“You’re betrothed now. It’s too late.” He shakes his head, placing his hand atop yours where it rests on his cheek, before moving to place a timid kiss along the deep love lines of your palm. 

“It’s not.” You whisper. “Not yet. No vows have been spoken yet. And even so…”

You gather his hands in yours, giving them a tight squeeze before leaving them to frame his face instead, and lean closer to where the tips of your noses almost touch.  

“Vows are spoken to be broken…it is you that I want, Aemond. It is you whom I love.” 

You wrap your arms around him, fully leaning your body against him and walking him backwards until his shoulders are cushioned against a stack of books. His arms envelop you tightly, hands getting itchy and anxious to grip your skin.

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms…” You whisper right into his ear.

He flips your bodies over so that you're now supported by the bookshelf, hiking up your legs, prompting you to snake around him – cling to him as he gathers up the skirt of your dress to grind against your core in a desperate plea for you to see how much you affect him. 

How much he wants you.

For you to understand, without the need to talk. That while his feelings are intense, words are trivial to describe them.

So intense, he’ll gladly face the wrath of the Seven. He’ll dare become a sacrilegious man if that’s what it takes for you to see that words are unneccessary to express what you incite in him.

Neither speak, save for the language of his hard thrusts, deep inside of you in a frantic pace; your sighs and moans, like confession between the two of you. Silence has never been this loud and rapturous. 

And tomorrow you might worry about the consequences, but for now, words can only do harm. Except for Aemond’s last exhale after reaching his peak, as it drips down your leg like a sealing of fate. 

He breaks the silence by quietly echoing your own words back to you, 

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms.” 

A/N: Besties!!! thank you so much for requesting this!! (also the gif usage is TOP TIER lol). I wish you a happy valentine's day, and sending you lots of hugs in thanks for participating in my ficlet fest! hope this was worth the wait, x

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #reader insert #fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #vday ficlet fest #my writing

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Hey girl hey! May I please request a ficlet for “Underneath It All” for Kylo?

Underneath It All • Modern!Kylo Ren x reader

Summary: Your friends don't understand what you see in Kylo Ren, Han's son from Millenium Falcon Repairs. Song prompt: Underneath it All by No Doubt. • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

“I just can’t believe you’re with him!” One of your friends exclaims while slurping on her drink. “I mean – Kylo!? Han’s son?"  

“Yeah, what do you see in him!?”

“You can’t see anything underneath the grease! And does he only wear black?” Another one of your friends says before the third one of the group cuts –

“ – Does he even smile!?” 

You roll your eyes, focusing instead on swirling around the melting cubes of ice in your own drink. 

You see the colors in me like no one else

And behind your dark glasses you're

You're something else

You’ve heard this song before and frankly it’s getting annoying – it’s precisely why you refrain from sharing anything about your relationship, ever. He only came into the conversation because it’s valentine’s day, and you agreed to go out for lunch with your friends before your date with your boyfriend later tonight. 

Kylo was…well, he's from a different planet than the rest of your friends. They’re all  preppy and prissy and, come to think of it, you don’t really have that much in common outside of your classes at college. Meanwhile, Kylo is a whirlwing of a man, unpredictable and loud. You’re right in between worlds, but you longed for your friends to see the good man that Kylo is underneath the mask that he puts on for the world. 

You know some real bad tricks

And you need some discipline

But, lately you've been trying real hard

And giving me your best

You’d started properly dating a year ago, but you’d known him for far longer, as your car was an ancient relic that always got you into trouble, but luckily you could always count on Han Solo  – a sort of a local legend around town –  to fix any and all problems in the blink of an eye. 

Kylo has been working on his pop’s for as long as you can remember. The very first time you found yourself in Millenium Falcon Repairs, he’d caught your attention because he was loudly bickering with his cousin Rey, until he came to a halt upon seeing you. You were only a customer, but later Kylo confided in you that you’d come in like literal starlight on that evening, and had brightened up his otherwise hateful day. 

I've seen right through and underneath

And you make me better

I've seen right through and underneath

While the rest – even his own dad – focused on him being a problematic kid, always dressed up in band tees and ripped jeans underneath his dirty work overalls, or him having anger issues and being to volatile, it was his soulful honeyed eyes that revealed far much than what one could gather from a single glance at his exterior. 

When you hung out with him at the shop, waiting for him to finish up a shift before going out on dates, he always defended you when the men waiting for their car to be fixed kept ogling at you. He’d even gotten bloody knuckles for punching a guy once, and worse – a scar that now traversed the left side of his face, from when another man tried to feel you up. 

I've seen right through and underneath

And you make me better

I've seen right through and underneath

Yes, he’s moody edgy, but he also handles you with a delicacy you wouldn’t imagine from a mechanic. He touches you with the same precise care with which he handles his tools when working on his own cars. He’s sensitive and funny and so generous with his affection, despite his brooding appearance. 

And you love him. 

Which is why you huff with annoyance now, and finally put down your drink with enough force to quiet your friends that now stare at you incredulously.

“Listen! There’s an underside to him that you just don’t care to see, but I adore him. Despite his temper, he’s so good. He’s good for me. I won’t  stand for him to be bad-mouthed like this, he doesn’t deserve it.” 

You shake your head and look away, trying to ease your own temper, and smile when you see his black Silencer truck pulling up on the curve outside of the coffee shop you’re in. 

“I gotta go! My boyfriend’s here.” You sneer at them – who’re trying to get a peak at Kylo through the windows of his truck to try and confirm you were all talking about the same person. They still don’t get it. But that’s their loss. 

Kylo’s in his sunglasses and black leather jacket, grinning as soon as you sit on the passenger seat before resting his hand on your thigh as he drives. “How was lunch?” 

You melt instantly from his deep timbre of voice, and tenderly intertwine your fingers with his. “Meh, same as always. I’m just excited to be going on our date now.” 

He nods and squeezes your hand in reply. You gaze towards him, lovingly, and when he catches you, he snorts and flushes a little bit, “what’s that?” 

“You’re really lovely, Kylo. Underneath it all…” 

He meets your gaze with a glint of pure love and gratitude  in his bourbon eyes.

You wouldn’t change a thing about Kylo. Because he’s truly something else, underneath it all. 

And he’s all yours. 

A/N: FRIEND AHHH thank you so much for sending in two requests!! I really enjoyed driving for Kylo again!! I realized I rarely did it and he's super interesting to explore. Also, EXCELLENT choice, I was hoping someone would request this and you came through! happy valentine's day! x

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #modern!kylo ren #modern au #kylo ren fanfiction #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #gender neutral reader #vday ficlet fest #my writing

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PROM: 5, 7, 12, 13

SONG:#13

Irma,

  Thank you again, for letting me do this. I was thinking all these for Aemond (modern) I was thinking that he and the reader are childhood friends and they fall in love with each other and Aemond is a pure romantic I can tell <3. thank you again!

PROM: 5, 7, 12, 13

SONG:#13

Hey friend!! I just posted this here

Receiving your request was the actual BEST, and so funny being the last one! because I had already written this exact plot for the other bestie that requested, but I was missing something to connect it all and lead me to the ending of the story. Like, the plot you're describing and the song were already laid down from a while ago, but the other prompts really helped putting it together so THANK YOU!! hope you like it 🥰

#hb8301 #vday ficlet fest

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maybe head over heels or you make loving fun with aemond for the valentines ficlets?

Hey friend!! thank you so much for your interest in the ficlet fest and for requesting!! I've actually posted these two!

The one with You Make Loving Fun is here

And the one with Head Over Heels is here

hope you like 'em!! x

#aemond targaryen #vday ficlet fest

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Lingerie and aemond for the valentines prompts pls?

Hello friend! Just posted your request this here! Thank you so much for sending something in, hope you enjoy the story!! 💓💓💓

#anonymous #vday ficlet fest

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ANON IN MY INBOX RN, is the rainy day prompt meant to be for headcanons or for the valentine's day ficlet fest? (are you the same anon from yesterday that wanted more modern!aemond headcanons?)

I'm just dumb and want to make sure

#I don't think it's for the vday ficlet fest because that's not a prompt but I'm just double checking so that I don't write a ficlet for it #and do the headcanons #well mark me down as dumb and confused lol

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bestie i literally can’t stop thinking about first time sex with aemond

BESTIE as soon as I’m done with the vday ficlet fest I’ve got something brewing along those lines and I can’t wait to finish it — feel like I’ve been working on it forever. It’s kind of the prequel of Nothing Else Matters but it will read as a stand alone, so it’s okay. It’s the same couple, during the first years of their marriage and there WILL be a scene with their first time 🥺 I think I’ve only written Aemond as already experienced so I’m excited AND nervous to write him as a virgin ahhhhh

For now, here’s a sneaky peak of reader pining over Aemond 🥰

#1800-fight-me #my writing #aemond targaryen

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sorry if anyone was expecting more of the vday ficlet fest I was being consummed by movie!projectionist Aemond and I couldn't be stopped. Not even done with that one yet lol.

#out of all the things I could've done today all I did was write this thing #it's currently sitting at 3k words but I'm halfway through it still #I'm so excited to share it I was like 'well maybe I'll do it as a multichapter so I can share what I have' but my multichapters flop #so a long ass fic it is #oh man tomorrow is gonna be hell because I'm gonna have to catch up on all the homework I didn't do today because of this LMAO #ugh who cares #I hate having to do homework for that fucking master's so bad