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lovelykhaleesiii · 11 days

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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

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Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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targaryen-dynasty · 1 month

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EVENING DELIGHTS.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, kitchen sex, choking, teasing, slight praise kink, slight breeding kink, modern au

WORDS: 1.7 K

NOTES: based on this request. Thank you so much, @chattylurker!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

The melody you hum is barely audible to anyone but you as you cut through the red bell pepper, preparing thin slices. It’s a bit of a daunting task with how much wine you’ve drunk prior, and you’d love to swap places with Aemond instead. He’s lounging on the sofa, a sleepy Vhagar nestled up against him with her head in his lap, watching a show about cars being tuned and raced against each other.

It appears he’s just as tipsy as you are, a slight stagger in his steps as he rises from his seat coaxed by your soft melody, and makes his way over to you. A lazy smile is draped over his chiseled lips, staring you down like a hunter does its prey.

You act unfazed at that because he could have come to help you sooner, but you still bite your bottom lip as he leans the weight of his body against your back. His scent immediately fills your nostrils, just as intoxicating as the warmth emanating from him.

“What’s cooking?” he drawls, bringing his hands to your waist.

You chuckle at his approach, and cut another piece of the bell pepper. “Just making some oven roasted vegetables.”

Aemond hums, and proceeds to rub his hands over your sides. His nose drags against the side of your face, inhaling your scent and making it impossible for you to focus on the task at hand.

Bringing a slice of bell pepper up to his lips for him to eat, you hope to distract him just a bit so you can finish the slicing. “Did you know your brother proposed to Floris today?” you ask, chuckling as you hear the content chewing right next to your ear. “Hel called today while you were at work and told me.”

Swallowing, he quickly grabs another piece before you can swat his hand away, and stuffs it into his mouth. “He did?” he mumbles around the vegetables he’s been chewing, licking his lips and grinning. One of his hands leaves your waist and trails down to wrap around your thigh.

“My big brother finally got down on one knee, huh?” he says amusedly, squeezing your thigh. “And what did she say?”

You slightly push your hips back against him, and shoot him a warning glance as his hand travels lower. “Of course she said yes,” you reply. “I called her immediately. And apparently, they plan to get married in Highgarden.”

The glare makes him chuckle, and his hand moves back up to wrap around your waist instead, using both to pull your lower body against him, your hips pressed together now. “Highgarden? That’s cute.”

Both his arms band around your body now, and you fully abandon the cutting board the moment one hand comes up to cup your breast. Your breathing turns heavier at his actions, although you try to act unfazed again to continue cutting the rest of the vegetables. There’s a bit of a silence between you, and, while Aemond gently squeezes your breast, he seems to be deep in thought.

“So… Do you actually like me?” he asks, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot right behind your ear.

His question makes you roll your eyes, and prompts you to look at him from over your shoulder. “We have been together for seven years, Aemond. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

The grip on your waist and breast tightens but is far from being uncomfortable, just enough to keep you standing where you are, tightly pressed against him. As he feels your hips push back against him again, he smirks and presses a kiss to the crook of your neck.

His voice is much more breathy and husky when he speaks again, “good point.” A quick, sloppy kiss finds the spot beneath your ear, allowing him to nibble on your earlobe in the following.

You giggle softly at that, and try to stop your body from reacting to his proximity. You feel his hot breath against your neck and his warm body completely enveloping yours. It makes your stomach churn, in a good way. You’re still tipsy, feeling yourself relax into him more and more. “You’re distracting me, Aem.”

He lets his hand slide down your body, one finding your ass to grope it and the other coming to rest just shy above your mound of venus. Kissing your neck again, his breath comes out even warmer than before. “You are so distracted by a little kiss?”

Snorting, you’re not able to deny it, especially because you’re so distracted by his touches. You want to shove him away to finish the cooking, but also want to hug him to keep him even closer. With your breathing growing labored, your body reacts to yours being pressed against each other like that.

Warmth spreads in the pit of your belly, and you can’t help but moan as his fingers trail a little bit lower. “Shut up…” you try to keep your composure, wanting your voice to remain tough, but to no avail. There’s a tremble audible in it.

Aemond clearly knows how much he turns you on, and can’t resist the urge to tease you. He chuckles, and proceeds to cup your clothed pussy. A little smirk spreads across his lips, his grip not wavering once. “Make me,” he whispers.

The heat inside of you builds up faster the longer you stay in that position. You thought you could hold it back, but at this point it’s just impossible. You’re tipsy, the alcohol just makes it worse. He has you right where he wants you, and you know that. Your cheeks are hot, and your body trembles under his hands.

You push the cutting board and vegetables aside to clear the countertop in front of you, and Aemond takes that as his cue to flat on the counter. “Didn’t think you’d be such a tease today,” you gulped, the words accompanied by a gasp as he yanks down your leggings and thong.

Scrambling for hold, you plant your palms flatly on the surface, supporting yourself as you feel the tip of his cock prod against your entrance. You’ve been wet enough to make it easy for him to push inside in one, swift thrust, filling you right to the brim.

There’s no need for him to give you time to adjust to his size, having had him in the morning already. The pace he sets up isn’t as reckless as his usual pounding, given the position and his legs being slightly bent at the knees.

His cock drives deeper and deeper, coaxing moans and whines to tumble over your lips, and where the cutting of bell peppers could’ve been heard before, it’s now replaced by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, his strained grunts and your moans.

“So sensitive,” he grunts, pounding into your needy cunt. The tip of his cock repeatedly brushes your sweet spot, pushing high enough to knock the air out of your lungs and make you lose yourself.

His hand comes up to clasp around your throat. He applies just a bit of pressure, merely meaning to hold you upright and steady to make it easier for him to use you to his liking. His lips press to the side of your face again, and, apart from his heavy breathing fanning over your hot skin, you also hear him mumbling praises.

Heat builds in your belly as his balls slap against your sensitive bud, sending shivers up your spine and you straight into a frenzy.

“Who needs dinner when I can have this perfect pussy?” he rambles, speaking more to himself than you.

Aemond digs his fingers into your hip and pulls you back against him with each thrust, meeting his cock halfway.

“Gods, I… I–”

“You’re gonna cum for me already, baby?” he rasps into your ear.

With his hand now applying a good bit of pressure to your throat and his heavy balls slapping against your clit, you feel yourself getting lightheaded as your release washes over you suddenly.

Your walls flutter and spasm around him, arousal leaking from around his thick girth and soaking his gray sweatpants. Grinding back against him, you ride out your high in rhythm with his thrusts as he fucks you through it.

Each rut of his hips makes your eyes journey to the ceiling. There are hiccuped breaths spilling from your mouth, and you can’t do more than to hold onto the countertop, bracing yourself for his relentless pounding.

“That’s, fuck, that’s it, mhh,” he hums, the relief in his voice audible.

With a stutter of his hips and a raspy groan escaping his throat, his cock eventually spills deep inside of you, coating your walls. He pounds it into you with deliberately slow thrusts, the last spurts of his warm release filling you to the brim.

Only as both your aftershocks slowly subside does he move, pressing a trail of kisses from your ear down to your shoulder. His hand slides from your hip underneath your shirt, pulling it up slightly to cup your breast.

With a low whisper, he sighs. “Can’t wait to marry you.” He kisses your shoulder once more before moving his lips up to your ear, and he can’t help but grind his hips against yours, his cock growing flaccid again. You mewl at that, pushing back against him. “And I can’t wait to put a baby in you.”

At his words, your body feels hot all over. The thought of him getting you pregnant makes your knees buckle, and you feel like you’ll explode at any given moment.

Your head tips back against his shoulder, and you breathe in quickly before replying, your voice trembling and husky. “Neither can I.”

Hands letting go of the counter, you push him back enough to get him to pull out of you, allowing you to turn around to face him. Your hands move to the seam of his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Marveling at his alabaster skin, and the slight imprint of his muscles, following them with your index finger, you look up at him through batted eyelashes. “I’m gonna stop taking the pill soon.”

That seems to stir something in him, and before you can say something else, he grabs your body to throw you over his shoulder. The fit of giggles that erupts dies as soon as you hear his words and note the direction in which he’s walking, immediately replaced by anticipation and excitement.

“I wonder how soon I can get you pregnant.”

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Heyyyy I feel like we’re besties at this point😭 could I request, yet again, an Azriel story. Maybe one where they’re best friends and they get into a serious argument and maybe it ends with a confession and the bond snaps into place but one of them panics and leaves. And ends up having a panic attack while the other one is super worried and is searching for them. When they find them they calm them down and have some cute fluff with like “look at me” or “breathe with Me” something cute idk and then it ends with smut of them finally being mated and it’s all sweet and stuff. (Maybe with some wing play because holy- that’s hot) THANK YOUUUU

hey bestie! love this request, it's been a hectic week to say the least so I'm catching up on requests but I've been so excited about this one. Love your prompts, hope you love this story as much as I do💜

Laid Bare

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: this is angst, fluff, and eventually smut below the cut, wing play, shadow play, p in v sex, minors dni

You followed Azriel through the door to the House of Wind, slamming it behind you as you yelled at him. The two of you never raised your voices at each other, but your emotions got the better of you as you held back tears, shaking with anger and fear for your mate.

You had known that Azriel was your mate for a long time now, but you knew that he had so much he needed to work through, and you’d decided it would be better to be there for him as a friend while he worked through his trauma, without the added complication of the mating bond.

Tonight, however, you had hit your limit with Azriel’s refusal to accept help and love from others. It wasn’t only you - Azriel had always kept even his brothers at an arm’s length, only opening up to Cass and Rhys when he deemed it necessary. While others were willing to accept his distance, the bond pulled you closer to him, and day-by-day your love and desire to be there for him grew.

Azriel stopped in the kitchen, sipping on tea in his faux-stoic manner that drove you crazy as you stormed over to him. “What the Hel, Az? You put yourself in so much danger, so much unnecessary hurt, and for what? You think you’re a burden to people by letting them be there for you, but it’s a burden.... it really hurts me, Azriel, when you won’t let me be there for you. I love you, all I want to do for the rest of my life is love you, and I just wish you would let me.”

The words poured out before you even realized what you were saying, tears streaming down your face as you dared to make eye contact with Azriel. The moment those hazel eyes locked with yours, Azriel dropped the cup from which he’d been drinking, his steely expression shattering into one of shock, and you knew what had happened. The mating bond snapped for him - at the worst time, when you were yelling at him over something that now felt so trivial.

You began sobbing so hard you were shaking, hyperventilating as you began to panic. Before Azriel could say anything else, you winnowed away. You appeared on the outskirts of Velaris - a quiet place where the mountains met the sea - and vomited everything from your system. You heaved for breath, trying to ground yourself in your surroundings. You went to a nearby brook, splashing water on your face and cleansing your mouth with the fresh water.

The sun had nearly set at this point, and you leaned against a tree as you took in the various shades of the sky, the bright Night Court stars already visible at dusk. Mind reeling with how to address the situation with Azriel, you didn’t hear him approach.

You startled at first, watching him carefully as he sat down to lean against the tree beside you. It was no surprise that he would know where to find you. Azriel let out a long sigh, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. “How long have you known about the bond?” he asked quietly. Chewing your lip, you murmured back, “Some time now, almost a year.” He nodded, taking a moment before he said anything.

He at last turned to you, taking one of your hands in his as he gave it a squeeze, as though he was finding his own strength through that touch. “You were right. Everything you said back there... I’ve always felt like a burden if I were to show weakness or ask for help. But you are always there for me, even when I don’t know what I need, you do.”

Azriel pulled you into his lap at this point, you straddling his hips as he wiped his thumb across your cheek, observing you as he confessed, “I love you, too, by the way. I have for a long time. If there’s anyone I trust, that I feel I can open up to, it’s you. I am damaged, and it will take time, but I want to love you, and be loved by you, if you’ll have me.”

You smiled, turning your face to kiss Azriel’s palm, holding it against your face. “Azriel, I have waited my entire life for you, and I would wait one hundred more lifetimes for you. We will grow and learn how to love and be loved together. That’s what this is.” At that, Azriel pulled you in, your lips barely brushing each other as he looked to you for consent. You smiled, throwing yourself into him as you kissed him how you’d been longing to for so long.

Azriel squeezed your backside, causing you to gasp so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You ground against him, drawing a groan while you ran your hands through his inky black hair, tugging at the strands. When he thrust his tongue into your mouth next, you sucked on it, earning a surprised gasp and a groan from him as he gripped your hips, grinding his own against you.

You mewled at the contact, desperate for more from him. You pulled back, gasping as you opened your mouth to tell Azriel you needed more, only for him to say so first. A thought occurred to you as you noticed his desperation, and you leaned back, studying Azriel as you ran a finger down his chest. With as much confidence as you could muster, you tilted your head, giving Azriel a mischievous smile as you proposed your deal. “I’ll give you more tonight, Azriel, if you let me take care of you. I want to make love to you, how I’ve been waiting to for so long now.”

At your words, Azriel’s cheeks blushed in that way that you loved as he nodded. You leaned forward, giving him a chaste kiss as you promised in a whisper, “we’ll take this slow - nothing you are uncomfortable with.” With that, you began removing his shirt, guiding him to lay down in the grass as you admired his body in what was now bright moonlight. You removed your own dress, now bare above him, feeling no shyness or shame in your body as your mate gazed at you in awe, running his hands along your sides, palming your breasts as he toyed with your nipples.

You let out a high-pitched moan at the contact, writhing against his touch as you struggled to maintain dominance in the situation. You forced yourself to look down at Azriel, feeling how your own appearance must mirror his own, pupils blown out, cheeks flushed, hair wild as you ravished each other under the stars. You leaned down, rolling your naked body against Azriel’s bare chest as you kissed down his neck to his collarbone, moving one hand to the side for support.

Your finger accidentally touched the edge of his wing, causing Azriel to let out a hiss as he bucked wildly up into you. Immediately pulling back, you frantically searching Azriel’s face for discomfort. “I’m so sorry, Az. I didn’t mean to touch your wing without permission. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

To your surprise, Azriel laughed. It was a loud, joyous laugh like bells, louder than you’d ever heard from him. He looked up at you with a beautiful, full smile as he shook his head and grabbed your hand, guiding it back to his wing. You looked at him questioningly, “are you sure you are okay with this? You want me to touch your wings?” Azriel nodded, kissing your palm before guiding it back to his wing. “Yes, I want you. Only you. All of you.”

Your heart melted at his words, eyes never leaving his as you experimentally traced your fingers lightly across the veins of his wing, watching as he groaned and panted beneath you at your touch. “Fuck,” Az finally huffed out, “if you keep doing that, I’m going to finish in my pants.” You smirked, taking that as your cue to pull away, kissing down his chest and stomach, giving extra attention to each scar as you worshipped Azriel.

You were working your way down to the waistband of his pants when Azriel gracefully flipped you over, laid on your back against the grass with your hair splayed out. The two of you simply admired each other for a moment, memorizing the feeling of an intimacy you’d never felt before. You helped Azriel remove his pants, eager to have him inside of you, fully one with your mate.

He leaned down, kissing you sweetly as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling and back arching as he entered you, his large size a stretch for you. Azriel kissed all over your face and neck as he settled inside of you, only moving once you had given him permission. Every thrust hit a perfect spot within you, the sex like nothing you had felt before - it was apparent, Azriel was made for you, and you for him.

You could sense that you were nearing your high, stomach tightening as you attempted to mumble to Az that you were close. He understood, licking his thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with shadows that appeared around your nipples. The sudden stimulation sent you barreling over the edge with a scream, Azriel following closely behind.

He hung his head, resting his nose in your neck as the two of you caught your breath. After several moments, Azriel collapsed into the grass beside you, pulling you into his side as the two of you watched the night sky, laid bare to each other in every sense.

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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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❝—Aemond, just shove your fist up my skirt!❞

part 02 | baby, all you gotta do is trust me

chapter summary:

[ Cregan is a menace in bed (sexily), Aemond is a menace on social media (derogatory), Helaena is a menace (lovingly). ]

[ 4,715 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— smutty beginnings, a bit angsty, mostly fluff - nsfw: p & v sex, orgasm denial, degradation kink, mating press - lemme just introduce you to firefighter!cregan stark ahe - toxic alysmond but both of them are at fault, fwb situations, fake dating, slow-ish burn - sad sack aemy is a pathetic meow meow - viserys i has a spank kink, no i will not elaborate further - no use of y/n - no gods, no kings, no betas.

a/n— it's entirely my fault, i know. i made cregan too hot. aemond might be a bit op w/ his relationship with reader, but he & her have a comfortable past...soz. comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

There's this thing that Cregan does with his hips.

It's always that sweet spot when your legs are either over his shoulders or haphazardly splayed against his waist, wide open as he drilled into you like a miner trying to find gold (and he would argue that in fact, your orgasms are gold to him)—

There's that moment when he feels you clenching, when you're so close to the precipice of seeing heaven that the motherfucker of the North slows down, sweat-slicked and breathing hard, he slows down enough at the haze of you reaching orgasm where he just.

Produces waves across his body, keeping a slow, toe-curling momentum with his hips, body-waving his dick in and out of you in a slow but purposeful movement— and he's smirking down atyou're fucked out state growing irritated doing something for him.

And before you're truly out of that orgasmic state, about to curse his entire bloodline of ruined orgasms forever or push him off his own godsdamned bed and break his stupidly good penis, he's bracing himself against the side of your head, laughing— not meanly, just amused, the asshole —and asks, almost like he's just asking you for the weather, "Does the pretty little slut want to cum?"

And he's not really asking, because he's grasped your thighs, shoving you into a mating press, and having you see stars in seconds.

"You think my neighbours called 911?" he muses, fixing his hair while in front of the floor length mirror in his room as you lounge about lazily on his bed, already washed and dressed for your own shift at Meleys, sans your pants. That's still in the living room from where Cregan yanked it.

"Hm?" you ask idly, not really focused on the conversation as you scrolled through IG, rolling your eyes at Aegon's post; Hel's big brother was in Ibiza getting sun-tanned in the morning (as much as his pale as fuck skin could tan) and getting it down at clubs at night, liking it nevertheless.

"Your scream at the end there was so loud, I'm pretty sure you broke Mrs. Beesbury out of her coma." You look up at Cregan's menace of a grin, playful and goofy in his tight shirt and thick work pants for his shift at the fire station. "I might be expecting five jars of honey from Mr. Beesbury as thanks."

You roll your eyes at him, laughing. He always got like this post-orgasm; loose and goofy and prone to making the dumbest jokes. It's cute, and on a good day, it does it for you.

It's not like you don't find Cregan attractive. It's how you got into this FWB situation with him in the first place; the dark hair, the scruff on his face, the firefighter bod— and by the Seven, what. A. Bod — when he and his co-workers stumbled into Meleys two months back, seeing your former high school crush aged up and hot had you on your knees for him in the back alley faster than he can hold you from the roots of your hair and grunt.

On a good day, it's easy to see getting past the easy arrangement of sending emojis to alert you wanna get dicked down and him sending a tongue and a heart, sending memes just for the hell of it at random parts of the day— breaking the easy friendship, the nice arrangement, and see where it gets you two, with Stark. On a good day, you can be submerge in the what-if, cute couple-y scenarios and giggle.

But despite the orgasm that could shatter a septa's vows quicker than you can say 'Oh holy Mother', your good day was tentative, broken with a click.

Aemond had made his first social media post since breaking up (the latest one) with Alys.

A darkened bathroom with explicit, orange-glowed lights that covered most of his person but not the slick show of water, freshly showered, against his torso, his chest, his abs. Droplets clung in places one would imagine licking him all over.

You know that bathroom to be the one in his high class gym, one of his favourite places. Since the toxic cycle with Alys started, he frequented it more. Aemond Targaryen was a man of routines and sharp o'clocks, so you know this isn't particularly off-key for him. But the posing (mostly) completely bare with water on his wiry muscles?

"Oh, this whore." You can't help it, as much as it irritated you— because it is clearly a means to get it across that he is newly single without actually saying anything, you can just imagine his DMs firing up with notifs — you couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity.

Aemond Targaryen. Publicly posting a thirstrap.

As public as his social media can get, it's a private account with less than 200 people.

A call rings in your phone, Helaena's face flashing, and you're still giggling when she half-shrieks, "DID YOU SEE HIS IG STORY OH MY GOD."

Your gaze meets Cregan, his bushy, dark eyebrows firing upward upon being able to hear Hel's voice while you winced. You put her on speaker as Cregan giddily comes closer to the phone.

"Good evening to you too, Helaena," you say warmly, giving Cregan's arm a light kick, mouthing, 'Don't you have work?'

Stark had the audacity to shush you, pressing a finger against his lips. You mouth, 'Gossip.' In a mature response, he stuck his tongue out.

Truly a wonder that not twenty minutes ago, this man had you keening over an orgasm.

Helaena continues on, "— I've had enough of this. I already have one slutty brother, I cannot have another one. There can only be two sluts in this family and no more. And that backlit? Seven hells, the whorishness."

"Hel, babe, you are not a slut." You meet eyes with Cregan who waggles his eyebrows, pursing his lips in an air kiss. "Trust me."

Hel snorts. "I know that, I meant my father. The whore of Babylon got nothing on Viserys first of his name, spank king extraordinaire."

If you could simultaneously choke on air and saliva, you would. "Helaena Targaryen!"

Cregan smacked his entire face down on his bed and ate his covers to muffle his laughter, his body shuddering as he did his best. His ass did look good in this view.

"What? Stranger may have mercy on me, but I tell you, before he died and before their marriage imploded, and at times traumatically problematic, they sure did get it freaky when they could. They gave it a good run and traumatised me in the process. I shouldn't have insisted my room was that close to them, maybe I would have ended up being an upstanding citizen of the community."

Cregan flips up, giggles spilling him as he muffled it with his hands. You kicked him again, trying to keep him away from your phone lest Hel figure out where you were again.

"Helaena, my love, compared to your brothers, you are such an upstanding person of the citizenry, the mayor should be giving you an award at this point."

"Right? Maiden have mercy, how busy do you think your shift is going to be tonight?"

You bit your lip guiltily while Cregan smirked, standing up as he finished lacing his boots. Hel thought you had gone straight to work, making up excuses about trying out a new recipe for next month. "Um. Not sure? Probably not by much, it's a weekday."

You don't lie, not really. Cregan mouths 'liar' and throw a pillow at him.

"Good, I'll send Aemond to you tonight. I already told him yesterday and he kind of just made a noncommittal hum— praise hands for another traumatised child of Alicent Hightower who has his own brand of communications issues —" You can just see Helaena's hard eye roll, and you massaged your lips to keep your laughter. The first time you met Hel, you never would have thought she slapped-back self-deprecating jokes out of her pockets faster than you can think a response to the last one. She was sweet, kind, a floral, bohemian girl with her pastel lavender pants and daisy flower clips.

And then you met her, vibed, and there was a dark funny humour to Helaena Targaryen that you always fought just bursting out laughter at the most inopportune of moments.

As sweet and floaty as she appeared, she was a menace.

"— anyway, Mr. Social Whore is going there later tonight, I made him promise. I said if you don't tell me he didn't come, I'm posting every photo I have of him from his naked baby pics to pre-pubescent Teen Teeny-Weeny Aemond, I do not care."

You whistle. "Damn, Hel, okay, I'll tell you when he comes."

"Good. OPLAN Get Aemond Out of This Bad Track Before He Fully Becomes Aegon 2.0 has now commenced. I love my brothers, I truly do, but I can only handle one Aegon at a time. I cannot be scrolling through social media in fear for my life times two, bestie, I refuse." Hel's voice pitches. "I'll talk to you later, bye, babe."

"Bye, Hel!"

Before you could put the phone down, she calls out, teasing, "BYE CREGAN!"

Silence. Then Cregan laughs, calling out, "Bye, Hel!"

The last thing either of you heard is her tinkling giggle before she drops the call.

"Fuck," you mutter, call finished.

Cregan wolf-whistles. "She's good."

You throw another pillow. "It's because you kept giggling like a schoolgirl!"

"Excuse me, that was a manly schoolgirl giggle, I'll have you know." He picks up his keys, winking. "Come on, I'll drop you off at the bar before I pole dance the night away to my job."

You cracked, snorting through the mental image of Cregan Stark, Lead Firefighter of the Ice Wolves Division, shaking his ass on the pole. You pad to the living room. "I'll give you a dollar for your troubles."

"Cheap ass!" he shouts after you.

Aemond arrives two hours into your shift, a little awkward— no doubt remembering your silent judgment of him the morning of his post-break up affair as that has also been the last interaction you've had with him before this, almost a week ago, and now here, meeting you at the insistence (and plotting) of his sister.

Your eyes meet ice water blue. He freezes, then straightens up, giving you a shrewd tilt forward. A nod. It's jerky, mechanical. You roll your eyes, mouth twitching, before you motion him over.

You are already making his favoured drink starter, Sazerac, when he slides into an empty seat on the bar. Your back is to him, refusing anymore interaction, and you know the usual comfort he finds in the eased silence you provide is nonexistent.

Out of all of Helaena's brothers, you've always liked Aemond the most. You teased him it was because the others are Aegon, duh, and Daeron, still in high school and never really around you "old people", but it's also because it's so easy to be around Aemond. When Helaena introduced you to the tall, lithe man who hummed politely at his sister's introduction of you, you found him intriguing.

It's not just the scarred eye, or the pretty, almost marble-statue visage (because by gods, seriously. The Mother took her sweet, loving time crafting the fourth Targaryen, bloody hell— like those cheekbones? With that cupid's bow lip? Okay, Mother, you have your favourites, we get it), or that he tended to keep himself in the background, let everyone else stretch into the conversation.

He often dipped in and out of the social pool like a mirage; a trick of the eye. A nod, a hum— almost, always an answer to someone else's direct question or someone— usually Aegon — dragging him into the conversation with an anecdote needing an input, not matter how inane.

And it intrigued you.

You took yourself and your drink of choice at the time— a Shirley Temple — and sat right beside him. He looked up at you, that one eye of violet widening slightly because you had just. Plopped beside him, thighs touching, before he smoothens out his expression, shifting at your direct eye contact and small smile.

"Can I... help you?" he finally asks, thoroughly waylaid but trying not to appear so.

"The scar." You nodded to his face as he froze. "Tell me about it."

His face had been so controlled, so guarded, when he tersely said, "My sister didn't tell you?"

"Nope. It's not something for her to tell me, isn't it? It's a personal thing. Most scars are." You shrugged. "Even if they aren't, I'd prefer if you tell me. It's your body. Your body your story."

He stared at you for a quarter of a minute before he asked, "Are you drunk?"

"No, why?"

"You're too... forward."

You smirked. "I've been told. So are you telling me or nah, pretty boy?"

And he stared at you for a minute longer, or two, or three— the stare flickers to emotions so fast; shock, confusion, flatter, his own intrigue — before he told you about a stupid fight between children, about a stupid reason par another, and though his words had been concise, obviously keeping a hell of a lot more between vowels and tightened jaw, you don't press him. You let him talk.

At the end, you said, "Badass. Definitely less of a lame reason than what I was imagining, but 9/10 story. Your voice really sold most of it. It's good for telling stories."

In his brain, you could just see the click when his eyes flicked to his sister and back to you. Ah, so that's how they're friends. And he hums, truly, more than anything, stumped by you. And you smiled.

"You're definitely going to be my favourite Targaryen Brother."

It's no wonder then, that you two had gotten close. You had forced a friendship out of him, and the very unattached guy to literally anything new— suspicious of offerings, angry at pity, wary of kindness — had taken into it with a white flag.

So when the whole Alys situation happened, things shifted.

"Sazerac," you announce finally, placing the drink in front of him. He thanks you with a quiet hum, having stopped fidgeting now that you've acknowledged his existence. You raise your eyebrow as his sips turns to gulp, crossing your arms.

Just because you had promised Hel you were going to help him, doesn't mean you were going to make it easy for him. He knows you're pissed; despite the calm structure he had composed himself in, you can see the twitch in his fingers, the way his eye turned away from you the moment you refused to project your normal, warm aura with him.

He settles his drink down, watching the rim of the glass for a minute before he speaks, low and steady. "You're angry with me."

You snort softly. "Wonder why you think so?"

He sighs. "I didn't mean to. To let it get this... messy." He winces at the word, hating it.

You sigh. "Aemy." He comes alive at the familiar nickname, sitting straighter, a relief on the edge of a cliff. "Honestly, I don't give a shit. You want to be trapped in this mess? You don't want to listen to other people tellign you, 'hey dude, maybe no?'"

He winces, remembering the third time he and Alys had broken up. The police car, Aegon vomitting, Hel crying. It makes you roll your eyes.

"Sure, have at it. Have fun, in fact. There's only so much sympathy I can give you for seeking out the problem that you know is a problem before I get tired. Before I stop giving a shit, because there's someone else I love that is starting to get hurt by it. I can only love you enough as much as you are willing to help yourself." Your eyes then narrow, half-glaring into him. "But what I'm truly getting angry about is how much this is affecting Helaena."

"I understand." He sighs again, calling your name but you raise a hand.

"Hold on, I have a bone to pick with you."

"Okay."

You look at him. A second. He waits. And waits.

He speaks up. "Yes?"

You sigh. It's hard to stay mad at him, you've always found so. "I don't know. I had paragraphs to say to you in front of a mirror, but now that it's you I'm looking at, everything just went away." Under your breath, you mutter, "stupid pathetic meow, meow face."

His mouth twitch. Ah. The familiar Targaryen smugness. Pinch Cocky Aemond is back. "Did my face distract you too much, ñuha riña my lady?"

You roll your eyes, unable to hide your own smile. If you called him Aemy, he called you the High Valyrian, his ancestral tongue, my lady. To tease, to establish comfort. You've always liked this better, being closer to Aemond than despising him for his stupid choices and big feelings he has a hard time unraveling, so he makes said stupid choices.

It's ease, it's familiarity, and you both fall into a high step.

"Okay, nerd, so what did Hel—" A customer calls you. "—One sec. Sorry about that, what can I get you? Ooh, nice choice, alright give me a minute." As you pulled a measuring cup and gin, you nod back to Aemond. "What did Hel tell you we're doing exactly?"

"That you're helping me... with Alys." A hesitance. "I know you don't like her—"

"— whoa, hold up, Aemy, I like her. I like her very much. I think she's a bad bitch, absolutely sexy, and clearly, she has good tastes which I respect her for." He had the good graces to blush, still sort of unused by the compliments you so freely give him. "What I don't like is how your relationship with her— here, hey, you're welcome! — has evolved. You were so good with each other, Aemy. And then..."

You mimic a sound of a crash and burn, and a tiny person screaming. He huffs out a laugh before sobering.

"I know." He sighs. "I don't... I don't understand it myself. There's a part of me that recognises I should walk away. And then there's another part that is just... it's Alys."

His palms, open and upturned, falls on the counter. Pensive. Begging. A confused, wanting penitent looking up at a god asking for direction. "I've loved her for so long." His voice quiets, like the words are sacred.

"I've loved her for so long," he repeats as if the words have worn itself out on his tongue, "it's hard to see past her. Ñuha riña, she has always been my future. It's all her. I don't know anything else outside of her."

You pour an Arbor Gold in a stemmed glass and pushes it to him. It's his favourite drink and he smiles at you, at the care, at the memories.

"I understand that," you say carefully. "And I already promised Hel I'd do it, whatever you need of me, to make her see you. But you should know that I'm doing this more for her than for you because... Aems, I believe you deserve so much more. A love that's exciting without it being harmful. A love that's pretty, as easy as breathing. One that doesn't hurt at the edges and pinches like a barbed wire."

"Is that possible for me?" he asks ironically, trying for a joke but you catch that lilt at the end. At that exhale. So much of his history had been broached by pain, borne from it. There are injuries that run so deep, they continue to bleed.

"Honestly?"

He places the wineglass down. "Yes."

You smile. "Yes."

You don't know if he believes you, or if he just indulges in your starry-eyed view of his future, but he smiles nevertheless, as best as he can and murmurs a gratitude.

It's pacifying, insecurity. You let it go for now because there's nothing you can say to a person truly down to trust your words.

"You're going to do this, then?" he asks. "For Alys and I?"

You shake your head. "I'm doing this for Hel and no chores for a month." And you, to show you that there's more past a future that you and I both know doesn't exist anymore. That if you prolong it, ignore how deep the barbed wire has gotten into your skin, it'll be too hard to untangle it when you realised you've bled out enough.

So will you just wear the pain proudly after that?

You shake another order in place, pulling ice and mint. You raise an eyebrow. "I've always known I was going to help. Are you willing to do this? Honestly Aemy, this can go two ways. One, she'll realise losing you is the worst thing that can ever happen— truly losing you to someone else, or two, she thinks you're truly moving on from her. And that's assuming she even thinks it's real, like I mean come on, it's me and you."

He arches a perfect silver eyebrow. You had already asked him if he gets his eyebrows done, and apart from Helaena messing with him back in high school, has been all natural. You think he's lying.

"And what is me and you?"

"Aemy, come on. I'm your sister's best friend. We're like... I dunno, family? She's always known that."

"Doesn't mean she's never felt jealous of you," he hums, swirling his wine with pinch fingers. It's elegant. Entrancing. The red liquid swirls and there are knots and strain in his hand, going through his arm.

And despite the bags under his eye, he still looks so good. Silvery blond hair wrapped in a low half updo, the shirt that hid nothing of his muscled chest.

His words sink in, breaking you from the hypnotizing reverie of looking at a marbled statue. "What? She felt jealous of me?"

He smiles gently, a little bit cockily. "Ñuha riña. Of course she did. Just because she understood your place in my life, in Hel's, doesn't erase the fact that you're gorgeous and we get along well. She liked you, truly, but she isn't blind. It's nothing that you've done, even she knew that. You're just too perfect."

You blink at him, unable to stop yourself from blushing. He chuckles meanly.

"Shut up."

He exhales a laugh. "I didn't say anything!"

"You know what you did." You give him the stink eye before you serve two more customers, thanking at a pretty hefty tip from one of your regulars, bidding him goodnight as he left. It is a slow night, you didn't lie to Helaena.

You almost don't catch Aemond murmuring, "I've missed this. I've missed you. I never like it when you're pissed at me."

"Good," you joke. "So you can watch yourself better. But yeah, I've missed you too. So how are we doing this?"

"I thought you had an idea, having agreed to Hel's plan before I even knew there was a plan."

You roll your eyes. "Well, I've had a few ideas here and there... it's more your comfort I'm worried about."

He frowns, pouty lips pursing. "My comfort?"

You place your palms behind the bar and hitch yourself up by your physical strength. He leans forward, confused still. You smirk. "Well, Aemy, I'm wearing a skirt."

"I... I don't know what that means, ñuha riña." He blinks his one good eye. "Nice skirt? You look pretty."

You force a pout instead of getting flustered by the compliment out of the blue. "I forgot you weren't all that popular in high school."

"No need for insults," he deadpans.

You laugh. "We're going to make Alys jealous, right? It'll be too much to hard launch my new status of existence in your life when you just broke up... but... if we can allude, at least..."

"I-" His frown deepens, the skin on his other eye, the scar, pinches as you see his mind whirr and whirr where your mind was reaching. "I'm still confused."

"Gods, alright, I'll just show you."

"Dude, bro, just put your hand under my skirt—"

"Ñuha riña—"

"Yeah, you know what, godsfuckingdamnit, if I alienate you that bad just shove your fist up my skirt, yes, Aemond, just shove your fist up my skirt!"

He calls your name, tips of his ears beet red, as a few patrons turn to you two, bewildered and a little amused. You wave at them but you sigh noisily at him. You're sat beside him on the counter, your phone on one hand with the camera app open, and you're glaring at him.

"Are you seriously telling me you've never placed your hand on Alys' thigh?"

"Of course I have!" He lets out a strangled sigh and groan.

"What's the difference?"

"I've never done it so publicly," he explains as calmly as possible, as if he's talking to a child. "And with the idea of posting it for everyone else to ogle. I've always just done it... under a table. Or. On her knee..."

"You're blushing so hard, you look like a tomato?" You snort. "I'm your fake Alys now, and we're soft launching an intimate relationship. This is basic."

"You're not my fake Alys. You're not my fake anytihng and you're not Alys." he says seriously, frown sharpening into a point before he exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can't it just be my hand over yours?"

You frown, forgoing the uncomfortable twinge from not my anything and not Alys. "Is this uncomfortable for you? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"It's not that, never that." He purses his lip. "It's the opposite. I don't want to make you uncomfortable with my touch."

"Aemy," you say softly, smiling slightly. "I am giving you permission. Wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. And you touching me has never made me uncomfortable. Now, come on. Hand on my thigh, pretty boy, so I can take this pic and get the ball rolling."

There's a second more of restraint, of holding back, and before you sigh and suggest something else— maybe he is truly uncomfortable with you, with you not being anything to him, and not being Alys, but is too polite to say anything — he places his palm, warm and heavy, against your exposed thigh.

It's a... new sensation. You've held hands with Aemond before, smacked it a few times even, but it's different when it's on a more... well, when it's not on a non intimate area of your body. New skin, new nerve endings to his familiar warmth and crease.

It makes you swallow how big his hand is compared to your whole ass thigh. Thumb to pinky and he nearly swallows the gaps.

He really has pretty hands. Knotted veins twisting upward to muscled arms.

Both of you nestle in the quiet, just staring at his hand over your thigh.

"Okay," he says, voice even. He's taller than you, always taller even when you're both sat down, and he's closer to the top of your head at this distance, his breath flutters against your hair. "What now?"

"I... take the picture." You blink, shaking your head slightly, as you take his drink and add your hand within the frame so it looks like you mean to take a photo of your drink and not the glaringly obvious hand on your thigh, before you you angle it. You take one, two, three. A few different angles before you feel you've got a few nice ones. "Okay, done."

It feels cold when he takes his hand away, giving your thigh a soft tap before it's back on the counter. He hums.

You get back on the work, choosing one and posting it promptly on your stories. You place Meleys' location and a kiss mark emoji before you post it.

"It does look intimate," Aemond hums, observing the story from his own phone. "But why did you post it on your account and not mine?"

"She's your ex, Aemy," you say, hopping off the chair and moving back behind the counter. The world re-orbits. Everyone back in their positions, the lines clear. The planets move in their normal trajectory again.

"She'll know it's your hand. And if we post it on mine, it has more of an impact, don't you think? We're friends on IG. She sees it on my stories, a man's hand on her thigh, in a background that's no doubt a bar. The hand is sorta familiar. And you posted that slutty mirror pic earlier tonight."

He blushes, you smirk. Planets and moons orbit back, their pace slow, their lightyears fast. Best friend's sister. Sister's best friend.

"If she doesn't recognise your hand at first, your story will prompt it on her brain. It's not a hard connection, you've been together for years. It's a girl thing. An exes thing. Bingo bango, the brain is running. Surely it isn't Aemond's hand? Even if it is... is it truly romantic?"

He exhales. "You're... kind of an evil genius."

"Just kind of? Damn." And you smile because he laughs, the sound spreading warmth across your chest.

Yeah, this is better. It always feels good when you and Aemond are on the same team, when you're not mad at him and vice versa, no matter how stupid the reason.

Saturn rings snap, black holes sink and swim in galaxies so far, far away.

You put your phone on DND as soon as the first five notifs pop up, prompting a barrage of other notifications. When you took a glance at it, it's all a varying degree of 'WHAT THE FUCK', 'WHO THE FUCK', and 'GO GET THAT DICK, GIRL OMG!!'

Only Helaena's message matters, and it brings a smile on your lips.

'Noice'.

Another ping.

'Also— what a bunch of harlots'.

You show it to Aemond and both of you burst in stupid laughter.

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"Cruel Summer" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

a/n: request from @dreamfyre03 sorry it took me so long darling!! ❤️

Summary: You catch feelings for your friend with benefits, who also just so happens to be your best friend's brother.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, angst with a happy ending, alcohol consumption, hookup culture, p in v s*x, oral f receiving, tiddy succin, jealousy

Word Count: 2,800 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

When you started at a new high school in the middle of junior year, you were, in a word, horrified. You missed your friends, your hometown, everything. You’d never been great at making friends, so you were resigned to spending the last two years of your high school career on your own. That was until you met the Targaryens. Helaena was in your year and the moment you two met, it was magic. She became your best friend, the person you trusted most in the world. She was so sweet and warm that you couldn’t help adoring her. Her older brother, Aegon, was a senior, and also pretty nice to you, if not a bit too flirty for your taste.

Then, there was her younger brother, Aemond. He was a bit of a mystery, never being rude to you, but rather very quiet. He hardly ever spoke in your presence, something that Helaena evaded commenting on whenever you brought it up, giving you a secretive little grin. That Helaena grin that said “I know something that you don’t”. Aegon? He would just snicker to himself, saying he wasn’t going to touch that with a ten foot pool. So, you continued being nice to Aemond, hoping that somehow, someday, he’d open up to you.

It isn’t until several years later, when you’re in your final year at uni and he’s in his second, that you finally get the answers you so desperately seek regarding what Aemond’s deal is when it comes to you.

It’s summer break and you’re back in King’s Landing, spending every spare moment you can with Helaena before heading back to Sunspear for the fall semester. Tonight the two of you have made plans to have a sleepover, just like you used to back in high school, staying up late and giggling until the morning hours. When you ring the doorbell to the Targaryen’s mansion, you’re surprised when it’s Aemond who answers. Not for the first time, you realize that your best friend’s little brother is extremely attractive. You quickly shake the thought away and smile at Aemond brightly.

“Hi, Aemond! Is Hel home? We have plans tonight.”

Aemond’s good eye widens when he sees you. He feels like his heart is in his throat as he takes in your choice of attire, a pair of pink pajama shorts paired with a pink tank top and some fuzzy slippers. He feels his cheeks flush slightly as he mentions that Helaena isn’t home yet but that you should come inside, that she’ll be home any minute. You happily walk in past him, failing to notice the way he stares after you like some poor, pathetic lost puppy, following after you and taking a seat on the couch, his hands folded on his lap.

“How’ve you been?” you smile at him softly, “I haven’t seen you around much this summer.”

“I, um,” he stutters, “I’ve been in my room mostly, working on my summer classes. Doing them online.”

“Oh, makes sense, you’ve always been the smart one.”

Aemond’s cheeks feel like they’re going to light themselves on fire at your complimenting his intellect, but he blurts out, “You’re very smart too.”

You turn and give him another winning smile, “That’s sweet of you to say, Aemond. How was your first year of undergrad? Everything you hoped it would be?”

He nods slowly, refusing to look at you, staring straight ahead at the TV which plays some re-run of “Family Guy” on mute - probably Aegon’s doing, “Yeah. It’s nice.”

You let out a sigh and speak in a slightly firmer tone, “Aemond. You’re always so stiff around me. Have I done something to offend you? Is there a reason you dislike me so much?”

He freezes, turning to you, shaking his head vehemently, “N-no! That’s not it at all! It’s the opposite,” he gnaws at his lower lip before looking up at you, “I’m quiet around you because I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing and making you think I’m just Helaena’s weirdo little brother.”

“Aw, Aemond!” you pat his knee gently, squeezing, making his breath hitch in his throat, “You’re a sweet kid, I’d never think that!”

Your words hit him like a punch to the gut as he stands up and speaks in an insistent, borderline angry tone, “I’m not a kid! I’m only two years younger than you!”

Your eyes widen at Aemond’s outburst, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings-”

Helaena walks in at that moment, looking between the two of you, completely bewildered at the scene she’s come upon. Aemond lets out a frustrated groan and stomps off to his bedroom, slamming the door shut. You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration before turning to Helaena, telling her what just happened. She gives you that infuriating knowing look again before changing the subject.

Later that night, after your best friend has fallen asleep, you make your way down to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. And there he is, the only sound being the low hum from the fridge he stands in front of, its glow illuminating him. You quickly notice that he isn’t wearing a shirt and his hair appears to be up in a bun, that silver chain Aegon gave him for his sixteenth birthday dangling off his neck. Your eyes move along his lean, well-muscled torso to the sweatpants that rest low on his waist. Your breath catches in your throat, loud enough for him to hear you. Aemond turns and meets your gaze, looking away awkwardly the minute he makes eye contact.

“Er, sorry,” he mutters, stepping away from the fridge, “I’m guessing you wanted something?”

“Could you just pass me a water bottle?” you mumble, averting your gaze as well, feeling a bit bashful in front of him all of a sudden.

Aemond was right. He’s not a kid. He hands you the water bottle, your fingers brushing against his as you take it. The sensation sends a shiver up your spine, making him stare at you with concern.

“Do you need me to turn the AC down?”

“No, um, I’m good.”

You turn to leave only to feel Aemond rest a hand on your shoulder before quickly pulling it away. His hand is rough but it’s warm and it felt good on your bare skin. You turn to face him again, looking up at him questioningly. Aemond scratches the back of his neck and speaks after a moment of awkward silence.

“Sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, smiling sweetly, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Do you,” he begins before shaking his head, “Never mind.”

“Do I what?” you ask, taking a tentative step closer to him, “Aemond? What’s-”

Before you can finish your question, Aemond’s lips come crashing down on yours. And, despite every rational part of your mind telling you this is a horrible idea, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him back. He’s a surprisingly good kisser, you note, for someone who stays in his room all summer and looks as pale as a vampire. Helaena’s often called him a cryptid, with affection of course. But right now, he’s kissing you like a man starved, like you’re the only thing he could ever need in the world.

The summer passes with you and Aemond hiding this new little secret affair of yours from Helaena, from Aegon, from everyone really. It’s your little secret how you sneak into his room after Helaena falls asleep during your sleepovers and he pins you down on his bed, making you feel things you’ve never felt before, a hand on your mouth as he smirks at you, reminding you that your best friend is just in the other room as he taunts you, dragging the head of his cock along your cunt as it squeezes around nothing, desperate for him.

Sometimes he comes over to your house instead, headlights off on his car so as not to wake anyone, throwing pebbles at your window, grinning as you sneak him in through the back gate, through your parents’ garden, back up to your room, where he maps out every inch of your body with his hands, his tongue, whatever you ask for. Aemond admits to you that he was a virgin before that first night you hooked up, a fact you find endearing as you tell him that he made you feel way better than other guys who did have experience, because he was so focused on your pleasure, on making it feel good for you.

And things are perfect for a while, this little secret of yours, the way your eyes find each other in a crowded room, knowing that you can’t wait to get your hands on each other the minute you’re out of there. And as far as you know? Helaena and Aegon remain none the wiser to your little escapades.

That is until you all go to the local bar to celebrate Aegon’s birthday. You know you probably shouldn’t have drank as much as you did, because when you drink? You have a tendency of reading too much into things. And that’s exactly what you do when you see Aemond speaking to his ex girlfriend from high school, the gorgeous Alys Rivers. You feel a lump in your throat as you see the two of them talking, standing close together, looking as good together as they always did, and of course, your method of coping with the situation is to drink more. To drink until you forget about him.

And it works until you’re being carried out of the bar by a very amused Aegon and Helaena, and a very worried Aemond. You’re seated in the backseat of Aegon’s car, crying like a baby as you bury your head in Helaena’s lap. Aemond keeps glancing back at you as Helaena shushes you and dries your tears, a pit in his stomach as he watches you cry, wondering what happened to make you so upset. After he helps Aegon place you in Helaena’s bed, a trash bag at your side just in case you get sick in the night, you look up at Aemond, eyes glossy with tears and grab his wrist for a moment before letting go and turning away from him.

That night, as you sober up, you tell Helaena everything, crying into her arms as she hugs you, running a hand through your hair, telling you everything is going to be alright. You fall asleep sometime later, while Aemond stays awake all night, tossing and turning, worrying about you.

The next day, you leave without even a second glance in his direction. And your visits to the Targaryen mansion become less frequent. You stop answering his texts, his calls, hell, you even stop answering him on Instagram. It’s complete radio silence from you for two weeks. He stops Helaena on her way to your house, pleading with her to tell him what he’s done wrong.

“You used my best friend as a way to make your stupid ex girlfriend jealous,” Helaena snaps, surprising Aemond with how much venom such a normally sweet person is able to put behind their tone, “Just stay away from her.”

Aemond shakes his head, quickly explaining to his sister that he was only speaking to Alys about you, about how happy you make him, about how he thinks he’s in love with you. Helaena’s brows fly to her hairline and she quickly helps her brother devise some sort of plan to win you back, knowing that with how stubborn you are? It’s going to need a grand romantic gesture.

Aemond is fully aware of the fact that you love 80s movies. He’s heard you and Helaena talk about them often enough that he knows one of your absolute favorites is “Say Anything”. And so, now he stands in your parents’ garden, holding a boombox he managed to procure from a thrift store above his head, blasting a medley of your favorite songs. You poke your head out the window and see him standing down there, a pleading look on his face.

“You’re so lucky my parents aren’t home right now,” you mumble as you lead him into your house, grumbling under your breath how you were fast asleep.

He can tell you are, by the fact that you’re only wearing an oversized shirt, his shirt, that he gave you closer to the beginning of the summer.

“I love you,” Aemond blurts out, making you freeze in place, “I have since I was fourteen. I was just terrified of ever telling you. And this summer, it seemed like you didn’t want this to be anything more than a hookup, so I didn’t ask for anything more. But I’m asking now,” he clears his throat, holding your face in his hands, his gaze pleading, “I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. I want to be with you. Really be with you. Because I love you.”

You stare up at him, confused, “But Alys-”

“I was telling her how happy I am to be with you, after wanting you for so long,” he murmurs, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours, “I love you.”

“I,” you swallow thickly, “I love you too.”

Aemond’s lips find yours almost immediately. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close, kissing you as though his life depends on it, and in his mind, it does, because to him you’re the very center of his life. You pull away to lead him up to your room, laughing as he follows behind you eagerly, shutting the door behind the two of you as you enter. You lay back on your bed as he crawls over you, kissing your neck when you pull him in closer by his chain. You sit up and let him pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side, and every time the cool metal of that stupid chain brushes against your bare chest, you shiver. Aemond smirks at this, moving off of you to toss his own clothes aside, leaving you in only your panties. He slowly slides them down your legs, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of your calf, up your thigh, before burying his face between your legs, making you cry out his name. He moves his lips against your wet cunt, tasting you, his tongue moving in and out of you as it has so many times before, but he seems almost desperate this time, the noises he makes being borderline obscene. He nuzzles his nose against your clit, making you nearly scream his name, your hand twisting in his hair as you pull him closer. He holds your thighs apart, moving his lips to suckle at your sensitive nub, pushing you over the edge.

Aemond moves up to kiss you, his tongue moving against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips, the thought of which makes you moan. He pushes into you slowly, teasing you.

“Tell me you love me,” he grins wickedly, not pushing more than the head of his cock inside you, leaving you desperate for him, “Come on.”

“I love you, Aemond, please fuck me,” you whine pitifully, bucking your hips against his, desperate for friction, for him.

“As you wish,” he grins, sheathing himself fully inside you, filling you up perfectly as he always does.

Aemond’s hips begin snapping against yours as your legs move up to wrap around him. You pull him in again, that chain dangling against your neck as he kisses you, the feeling being not altogether unpleasant as his lips move against yours. He mumbles how much he loves you, how much he needs you, how he adores you and always has as he keeps pulling out and slamming his cock back inside of you, leaving you a babbling, incoherent mess, only able to cry out his name and beg for more. Aemond’s hands move to hold yours, interlacing your fingers in a movement that’s so intimate, it makes your heart ache in your chest as he gazes down at you.

“I love you,” he manages to murmur as you squeeze around him, soaking his cock, “I love you so fucking much.”

He reaches his own end soon after, spilling himself inside of you, staying like that for a moment, the two of you exchanging tender kisses and sweet nothings before he finally gets up to grab you a towel and something to drink.

When he comes back, he gazes at you with all the love he possesses and asks, an almost bashful note to his voice, “So, um, am I your boyfriend now?”

“Yeah, baby,” you smile, pulling him back in for another kiss, “You’re my boyfriend now.”

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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observing. learning. fantasizing.

See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors & pearl clutchers dni you've been warned) | smut; p in v; loss of virginity (m); fingering; oral sex (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: best friends to lovers

"Now when standing with a nobleman it is important to always stand a considerable distance behind him, and always to his left. This is to symbolize--Lady Y/N, I truly do understand that you would much rather your training be in the combat fields, but you are still a lady. The curriculum decided upon by the Queen was you were to undergo a full day of training in the ways of ladyship every fourth day of the week."

You grumbled from your seat, your elbow propped on the desk as you slumped your chin down on your palm as a show of how increasingly dull you found this session…and every session before it. "While I also understand your intention of teaching me the ways of being a good nobleman's wife, Madame Adrianna, I simply fail to see the purpose of these lessons, considering that I have no intention to be simply a breeding station for some nobleman. And if this is truly the curriculum, then please do indulge me and tell me how come Lady Sif or Sir Fandral are not in attendance?"

She smiled down at you as if you were a petulant child looking for someone to drag into a punishment with you, which admittedly at the moment, you felt like that as well. "Lady Y/N, that is because they followed their curriculum when you were all much younger. If I recall correctly, instead of attending your lessons, you ran around wreaking havoc all over the palace and sitting in on magic lessons with Prince Loki."

Madame Adrianna chuckled at your reaction of pursing your lips before breaking into a smug, tight-lipped smile as you recalled all the shenanigans you'd gotten yourself into throughout the centuries past at the influence of your best friend, the god of mischief, Asgard's dark prince. Though to you he was simply Loki, once a brilliant and misunderstood boy, and now a brilliant and misunderstood man who wielded his magic as if it were an extension of his body.

What you wouldn't give for him to break into your lesson right now and save you from this boredom. And what you wouldn't give for him to feel even a sliver of affection towards you like you did for him. Hel, what you wouldn't give in order to acquire a potion that would make you look like the women in the leisure inns he was so frequently spotted in.

I wonder if any of those women ever had to attend an etiquette class, you thought to yourself.

"And your thoughts have wandered off again," your instructor commented, snapping her fingers to call you back into the room. "Lady Y/N, if you are to be the prince's betrothed, you--"

"What? Betrothed?" you snorted, earning you a stern look from her. "I assure you I am not to be betrothed to anyone. Loki is simply my dearest friend. Nothing more." You did your best to mask the bitterness in your tone at the end, but she still caught on, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Well, at least pay attention in our lessons so that you may learn to hide your disappointment better, because that, my dear, was atrocious." Both of you ended up chuckling over her remarks, agreeing to instead be taught how to mask one's emotions so that you could stop wearing them on your sleeve.

Norns forbid that you lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your envy over all the women he most definitely bedded at bay.

Your lesson was once again interrupted, only this time not by your daydreaming. Rather it was jolted into silence by the sound of sharp, loud knocks on the classroom door. A member of the Einherjar peeked through the threshold. "Madame Adrianna, I apologize profusely to have to cut your lesson short. The King has ordered to see Lady Y/N."

His words immediately brought you to your feet, apologizing to your instructor for having to take your leave so hastily. But when the King orders one's presence, one is obligated to make haste. You walked as fast as your legs could take you toward the throne room, pausing only when you heard some of the Allfather's chambermaids speaking of his current predicament.

"Odin's fallen to the Odinsleep," you muttered to yourself, your pace slowing. "Meaning that he is not King at the moment. It is not he who ordered my presence. And Thor's been banished to Midgard, which means--"

You stopped in your tracks as the realization dawned on you. You had been heading to the throne room under the assumption that it was Odin who summoned you, when really it was…

"Loki," you exhaled his name in a panic, turning around and running toward his chambers.

When you arrived at his chambers the palace guards stationed outside immediately opened his doors, announcing your presence. You stepped inside, walking a path all too familiar to you toward his study, puzzled to find no one there. After a few moments of roaming each area of his chambers and calling out his name, you found him in his bed chamber, sitting mutely on a chaise and holding Gungnir in his hands.

"Would you prefer to be called Your Majesty or My King?" you called out in the most lighthearted tone you could manage. In truth you were doing everything in your power to remain seemingly unfazed because the mere notion of calling him "My King" had you feeling the unmistakable pooling of arousal between your legs.

His deep chuckle didn't help alleviate that growing ache one bit. "You know that I will always prefer you call me by my own name, darling. But if you insist on using my title, then I would prefer 'My King'," he answered you with a playful smirk, the ache in your core intensifying. "Y/N, I must tell you something. Before the entirety of Asgard hears of my new station and it reaches your ears in a manner beyond my control." His gaze met yours with a pleading look before his eyes began to darken as he roamed your form, biting his lip as he did.

"Alright out with it," you said with an exaggerated sigh, a pitiful attempt to mask how your heart constricted at the sight of what he'd just done. He looked back at you with furrowed brows as you explained, "You always make fun of me on Etiquette Day because I have to wear a dress, so go on. Out with it." You righted your stance animatedly for added effect. "With respect, of course. My King."

"Is it already the fourth day of the week?" he murmured. "Truthfully, Y/N, I'd forgotten without the presence of my oaf of a brother constantly reminding the entire palace that it is 'his day'," he said the final part in his best impression of Thor, making you burst out in laughter. When he rose to his feet and placed Gungnir to stand against the wall, your heart caught in your throat once more, making it difficult to breathe especially when he strode toward you and framed your face gently with his large hands. "No jokes today, darling," he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "You look divine. As you always do."

You found it impossible think clearly when he was standing this close to you, touching you as he was now, speaking words of such tenderness that your mind began to wander off and speculate on whether this was how he'd speak to those women that he romanced in the leisure inns he frequented. That line of thinking left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing you step back from him.

"So erm…" You cleared your throat, trying desperately to mask how flustered he'd made you over the last few moments. "What was it you wished to tell me? Surely you did not send an Einheri to extract me from my ever captivating etiquette classes with Madame Adrianna simply to tell me that I do not look like a complete jester today."

"Darling you never look like a jester." His tone almost sounded stern, as if he did not appreciate the wording you'd chosen to describe yourself. He stepped toward you again, taking your hands in his. "I know of the talks in the palace regarding the places that I visit when night befalls the realm."

You sighed sharply, exasperated already with where the conversation was about to turn. "Loki I know about your time in the leisure inns. The palace staff, the soldiers, they all run on gossip mongering to get through their daily drudgeries. I've already heard that you're seen there frequently, this isn't new information to me. You really need not go into lurid detail--"

"You don't know everything, Y/N," he cut you off, the desperation in his voice evident now. "The things you're about to hear from everyone around you, about what I do when I go there--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Loki," you spoke, pulling your hands out of his hold and firmly gripping his forearms to make him listen to you. "I care not to hear about the things you've done to these women in these places. That is entirely your business and you need not make it mine--"

"I haven't done anything!" His raised tone caused you flinch the slightest, the irritation on his face fading into a mix of regret and pain once he noted your reaction. "I haven't ever done anything…with anyone," he elaborated more slowly, more calmly. "Those are the revealing truths that will be spread around like wildfire once it's been announced that I've become King. That information was never quite as scandalous before because I was not heir, let alone King; now people will wield that knowledge like a weapon because--"

"Because who would respect a ruler that never even experienced something as basic as laying with another," you breathed out, the confusion rife in your tone. "I don't understand, though. All this time in the leisure inns and you were--"

"Spectating," he answered quietly, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Observing. Learning." Your pulse beat violently against your neck as you watched his gaze flicker to your lips. "Fantasizing," he finished, shifting his gaze to meet yours.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Fantasizing?" you repeated. "Why in the Nine would you be fantasizing when you could have any woman in the realm that you desire?"

He began to walk you backward until your back was pressed against a column, your breathing coming out staggered and shaky as he let go of your hands, now resting one at the curve of your waist and the other cupping your jaw, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. "Because I've only ever desired one woman all my life. And I've tried to be content with simply being her friend. Her best and dearest friend," he hissed, the shock sinking in with every word he uttered.

Could it be possible? you thought to yourself.

"But if the truth is to come out about my experiences, or in my case my lack thereof, then I suppose this truth should come out as well." He placed his thumb against your lips, leaning in until your noses were touching. "I spectate at those couples and I fantasize that it's us. That I am the one eliciting such lustful noises from you. That it is my name you scream and sigh when your pleasure crests and tapers."

Coherent thoughts had escaped you as you processed his words, your mind filled with the possibilities of the fantasies he'd conjured in his vast imagination. "Why--" you choked out, barely able to even form words. "Why'd you never--"

"You deserve the best that the Nine has to offer," he said simply. "I am not--I simply am not. But I needed you to hear the truth from me now before anyone else's words may have reached your precious little ears." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I desire you, darling Y/N. For as long as I could remember all I've longed was to be yours. And to make you mine in return."

He rested his forehead against yours as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body flush against his, making you let out a sharp gasp as you felt his hardening member pressing against your lower stomach. "What if--" you breathed out, struggling to form words. "What if that sentiment was returned?"

You could feel his hand tracing up the laces at the back of your dress, his breathing as labored and as heavy as yours. "Then there is one final truth to reveal." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking his next words against your skin. "I want it to be you. I crave for you to be my first. My only." He pressed another kiss to your skin. "Ever since we were mere children sparring with wooden weapons because we were not strong enough or big enough to lift real blades. Since then I've only longed for you."

His words felt like a dream to you. They didn't feel real. To hear him say that all this time your feelings had been returned? That the centuries past had been spent with you both in states of longing, never knowing until today that the other had felt the same? The elation felt too exquisite to be real. Perhaps it wasn't.

"Am I dreaming?" you breathed out, feeling your body begin to grow faint as you kept striving to process the situation, becoming more and more overwhelmed with his proximity, his touch, his scent. As if he were flooding all your senses. "This doesn't feel real. All this time?" You grew heady with the feel of him pressing more kisses to your skin, his hold on you tightening by the slightest, pressing himself even closer to you if that were even possible. "We've squandered so much time."

Those words seemed to set something in him alight as he tilted his head enough that the next kiss he gave you was to your lips. And the moment your lips finally met it felt as if electricity had spread throughout the entirety of your body, as if you were finally jolted to life after merely existing for so agonizingly long.

You stayed there for what felt like hours, your tentative kisses increasing in passion and desperation, as if you were trying to compensate for all the wasted centuries with each touch of your lips. Your little whimpers turned more and more lustful as his hands roamed your body, and even more so the moment his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place when his mouth slanted over yours and his tongue slid against yours.

"I've longed for you, too," you managed to say as you gasped for breath when you both finally pulled away and he proceeded to press tender kisses to your neck. "Please," you said in a whimper as he found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the spot, making you arch your neck toward him. "Make me yours," you sighed as he hummed a sound of contentment against your skin.

"You must tell me if I hurt you, Y/N. Promise me," he pleaded as his hands went to the back of your dress, fumbling along the lacing and beginning to undo the ties. You could only smile sweetly at him for his concern as he went on. "I've read that…that it could hurt. I don't want to hurt you, I love you--" He caught himself too late and his eyes widened in sheer horror as he watched yours start tearing up. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that--"

"I love you, too," you said hurriedly, as if the words couldn't escape you fast enough. You pulled him towards you to kiss him again before telling him, "You need not worry about hurting me. You can't." Tears welled in your eyes as you explained further. "You won't be my first. And because of that you cannot be my only. But I want you to be my last."

At that moment he finally successfully untied and unlaced the bodice of your dress, a victorious grin adorably pulling at the corners of his mouth before he grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his body to kiss you decadently. He slowly, methodically, stripped you of your dress, placing his lips upon your skin as it was exposed to him.

Once your dress and smallclothes hit the floor of his bed chamber he took a step back, taking in your naked form. "Exquisite," he breathed out, reaching out to tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at him. "I would like to show you what I've learned. If you'll let me."

All air left your lungs as you mutely nodded your response and with a wave of his hand, the leather and metal of his armor disappeared in a flash of green, baring himself to you. "I wanted to do that," you mumbled with a playful pout.

"Next time, my love," he chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, lifting you so easily into his arms as he carried you to his bed. Once he had you laid out before him on the mattress, he hovered over you, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss. "Do I need to ready you?" he asked tentatively.

You'd felt him faintly earlier but you couldn't quite give him a sure answer. "Let me see you." He stepped back to allow you to peruse him in all his glorious nakedness. You took a moment to appreciate his lithe form, the power emanating from the well-defined but not bulky muscles all throughout his torso and arms, before letting your gaze travel down. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in such an unflattering sound as you laid your eyes on his erection. "Yes," you blurted out in a mix of shock and panic. "If you don't you might actually hurt me."

Though you were no stranger to the experience of laying with another, you were most definitely not experienced in sharing a bed with someone so…well-equipped. You had no doubts that if he tried to enter you as you were now, the stretch alone would ensure you would be walking rather uncomfortably the following morning.

He stepped toward the bed once more and tentatively touched his fingers to your ankle, his soft touch trailing up the entire length of your leg until they met the outside of your folds. You bit your lip as he teasingly ran his fingers lightly along, refusing to push any further. At the risk of his mischievous nature getting the better of him, you decided to goad the god. "I believe this is the part where you show me what you've learned from the last few centuries, my King."

Loki simply smirked at you as he pressed further against your folds, gasping softly once his digits made contact with your wet, heated core. "Oh, my darling Y/N…" he breathed, his touch becoming firmer as he slowly stroked up the length of your slit until he had your hips jerking violently against his touch once his digits met the aching and swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance.

"Fuck!" you cried out with an obscene moan as he guided his movements based on how your body reacted to him. You watched with widened eyes as he sunk to his knees, bringing his face level to your sex, your pleasured screams echoing around the room when he licked into your entrance before latching his lips onto your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub.

Your breathing grew labored as he placed his free hand on your inner thigh, holding you open for him to continue his attentions before placing that same leg over his shoulder and giving you no escape from his mouth. The god had you letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak once you felt his fingers return to your heated passage and push their way inside, prodding and scissoring at your walls.

Norns, he'd learned this simply from watching? You couldn't dare imagine how thoroughly he would surely destroy you once he'd memorized every minute reaction of your body to his actions. Once he'd had enough time to practice and he'd learned how to play your body like a virtuoso with an instrument.

When you could feel the coil tightening in your body, your walls clenching unashamedly around his fingers, you whimpered a broken plea of his name. "I--I'm…I'm--"

"Shh, darling," he spoke against you, the vibrations from his voice pushing you ever closer to completion. "I've got you," he said before giving you a wicked grin and once again closing his lips over your clit and resuming his pace, his digits now moving as if they were searching for that spot inside of you that would push you over the edge. And then he curled his fingers, finding that very spot and setting your body aflame once again.

You yelled his name with a salacious moan as you arched your back off the bed and came on his fingers. All that you could utter were whimpered utterances of his name and how you loved him while he shamelessly lapped at your release as you came down from your high.

When you felt you could think coherently again, you breathed out, "You are going to absolutely ruin me, do you know that?" He didn't answer you; instead, he hovered over you once more and lined the tip of his shaft to your still clenching entrance, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushed his way inside you in slow, careful thrusts.

"Oh Y/N. My dear heart," he rasped in your ear. "That isn't even the beginning of what I've learned in these last few centuries." He let out a staggered cry of your name once he'd fully sheathed himself in you as you uttered a broken moan. "Are you alright, my love? Have I hurt you?" he asked frantically, pressing tender kisses to your cheek and temple.

"No," you whimpered. "You're perfect. Absolutely devastatingly perfect." You pressed a fevered kiss to his shoulder, your heart swelling at the turn of events today had taken. He let out a sigh of audible relief, his breath ruffling the fringe hairs at the crown of your head, before pressing one more kiss to your temple and beginning to move in a slow, tender pace.

"You feel sublime," he whispered through staggered breaths. "I'm sorry I won't--"

"It's okay," you cooed, weaving your fingers through his raven hair and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Lasting longer comes with practice. At least I think it does. Just let go." You tilted your head so your lips could meet in a breathless, impassioned kiss. "I've got you."

You moaned into each other's mouths as his pace staggered, hips jerking uncontrollably against yours as you felt him spilling his seed into you. Then your eyes snapped open as you felt his hand slowly reach between you and start rubbing against your already overstimulated clit, sending you past the brink of your own ecstasy as well.

With a final exhale, he pulled out of you and dropped unceremoniously beside you onto the bed, his arm reaching over to pull you into a sated embrace. As his chest heaved trying to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with unmistakable elation as he breathed the words, "Marry me."

You instinctively wanted to sass him about proposing to the first woman he laid with, but you stopped yourself as you took into consideration the words he'd said earlier. This situation wasn't the type to be questioned with 'Already?', but rather the type to be concluded with 'Finally'. Centuries of both of you spent believing that your love had been one-sided…you knew there was only one correct response.

"Yes." As he leaned into press his lips to yours, however, you simply couldn't resist. "My King."

A/N: I remember seeing a comment a long time ago in another fic (not sure if it was here or on AO3) that there's only a very small selection of Virgin!Loki fics to choose from, and truly I hope this piece is a worthy addition to that group of stories. (But if it's not, don't tell me I cry easily--)

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fan-goddess · 6 months

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request a threesome with hel and aemond with breeding and getting caught if that's okay?

Authors Note: Yep that’s perfectly fine! Not entirely satisfied as I almost entirely missed the getting caught part of the ask. Still hope you enjoy it! Thank you for taking part!

Warnings: Incest, threesome, p in v sex, breeding kink, exhibitionism, voyerism, marking (let me know if I’ve missed any)

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

As the youngest of all your siblings, it wasn’t a surpise to anyone how much you were doted on by them all.

You loved all three of them equally. And yet a special place for Aemond and Heleana was reserved in your heart.

Which is why no one was surprised when Aemond on your ten and fourth name say declared that he would make himself your husband. It irked your mother to no end when you all but begged her on your knees for her to allow it to happen.

That was three name days ago, and now, not only do you bed your brother-husband with only pure devotion in your eyes, but your elder sister too.

“We have such a pretty sister valonqar…” Helaena murmured as she strokes her hand down your face, whilst a shudder of joy travels down your spine.

Aemond sits at the edge of the bed while he watches the two of you. His chest bare for you and Helaena to admire. Yet as he begins to talk, he edges closer to the two to you, and you take in a sharp breath at his sudden closeness.

“Oh yes uēpkta mandia. We have such an obedient and pretty sister… perhaps we should grant her a reward for being so pretty and faithful to us…” Aemond muses, his hand leaving goosebumps over the skin of your cheek where he touches you.

“Ooh, and how shall we reward her valonqar?”

“I believe it is the time we give our hāedar a babe of her own…” A small sound releases from you at his words. For as long as you have been married to Aemond, and even before then, you have always hoped for a babe to care for..

Helaena had the twins. Who as much as you loved as your own, they did not do as well as you would’ve liked in calming your desire for them.

“Please lēkia, mandia. Allow me to have your seed growing in my belly, so all can know it is claims me!” You beg, clasping Aemonds hand in your own and leading it to the edge of your nightdress, to which he eagerly rips from your body.

“Careful valonqar! We do not wish to harm her before the end of the night…” Helaena murmurs as she teases the skin beneath your neck with her lips and teeth. Low enough to be hidden by your dress, but high enough that she is satisfied.

When Aemonds fingers tease your sodden entrance, your sounds of pleasure are muffled by Helaenas lips. Yet soon they spill out in sharp gasps when Aemonds fingers begin to slowly thrust into your wet heat with a precision only he was really capable of.

When his lips join his fingers in their assault, sucking and biting at the skin of your thighs, your own leaves marks on Helaena plunging neckline. Helaenas marks did not need to be so discreet. As all knew of your elder brothers promiscuity when it came to the bedchambers.

“Syz rina.” Helaena purrs as you physically preen at her praise with eagerness, whilst your whines go higher at the feeling of aemonds tongue exploring your dripping cunt, and venturing inside with a deep groan.

“Such a delicious cunt little one…” Aemond groans, coming up to look at you with a hooded eye, before moving to Helaena and catching her lips in a deep kiss that leaves you clenching your legs in desire. “Do you agree uēpkta mandia?”

“Oh yes valonqar… we have such a delicious sister all too ourselves…” Helaena muses, licking her lips to savour the lingering taste of your juices. “Perhaps you should be a good brother and give our sister a child?”

“Oh don’t worry mandia, It’s what I intend to do before the end of the night…” Aemond hums, the sound practically sinful with it at his disposal, before he releases himself from the confines of his breaches.

When he thrusts into you brutally, your lungs become empty as all you can do is whine for more.

Whine for his cock. Whine for his child. Whine for Helaena to keep kissing you as she explores your body with loving precision and tenderness.

It’s a surprise to none of you three when you cum quickly on Aemonds cock with a high pitched noise of pleasure.

Yet Aemond keeps going, his face with an expression only of pure determination and precision.

“Gods you’re dripping hāedar…” Aemond groans, his moans muffled by Helaenas lips as she kisses him with determination.

And when you feel him cum inside of you, the deep sound he makes echoes through the air as he does so.

When you feel him leave you with a small pathetic noise from yourself, it’s soon swallowed by Aemonds swollen lips.

“Did you think the night was over hāedar?” Helaena grins. “I never got my turn with you… but don’t worry. I’ll make sure Aemond leaves his seed deep in your pretty cunt by the end of the night. We need to reward our pretty sister for being so good for us…”

It’s like that for a while. Helaena enacting her more selfish side you can never get enough of. Forcing you to keep still while she takes her pleasure.

When you feel her juices drip down your chin, your eager hands move to allow yourself to taste every part of her. She tasted like juicy strawberries and some sort of tanginess you could not get enough. Not even Aemond, who eagerly connected the two of your lips to taste her essence with a satisfied moan.

“My my what is this?” A voice breaks the three of you from your lust induced trance, and each of you turn sharply to see who it is whose entered yours and Aemonds chambers without knocking.

That is when all three of you see Aegons amused face standing there, eyeing you and Helaena with unkempt desire and an emptied cup of wine in his hand.

“So this is where my wife goes too… I’ve been wondering how she got those marks. I had assumed she’d taken a lover, but I never wouldn’t guessed she’d chosen one so close to home…”

“Fuck off Aegon,” Aemomd commands. Even whilst he sits their naked as a newborn babe in front of your elder brother with no protection, Aemond still manages to hold the power. “Leave us!”

“Oh please! Like I’d willingly leave this sight in front of me to go back to the boring ale! I want to watch…” His voice deepens as he abandons his cup to grabs a chair sitting idly by the fire place, and drags it to near the edge of the bed. “I won’t take no for an answer little siblings… I want my show and I want it now.”

“Fine” Aemond snaps, grabbing your arms and pulling you onto his lap. His hard cock pressing against the skin of your arse. “You want a show, I’ll give you a show,” Before lifting you up and dropping you on his cock with a growl whilst you scream with the sudden fullness.

As you begin to bounce with abandon, moaning wantonly with Aemonds earlier promise in mind, you cannot help yourself from meeting eyes with Aegon, who watches your body with keen interest. His eyes almost a deep rich purple as they lock with your own.

“Hmmm, maybe our little sister will allow me a turn. If I know one thing, it’s that us Targaryens are good at our marital affairs…”

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 9 months

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tw: dom fem!reader, sub!wonwoo, dry humping, nipple play, dirty talk, slight objectification, inspired by this tweet (the link is safe, I promise), established relationship!AU, a few fluffy - minors dni

"Are you sure there won't be any problem with you leaving with the stage outfit?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it, I've already notified the staff about it, I'll bring them back without a scratch."

"Okay then," you smile and focus on the road, stealing a few glances from your boyfriend, who's on the verge of dozing off in the passenger's seat.

You can't blame him though - he truly gave it his all during the awards performance, so he definitely deserves some good sleep after that.

You nudge him awake when you park in front of your apartment block and he sleepily nods before getting out of the car, nearly dragging his feet all the way to the apartment entrance and to the bedroom.

"There's a pair of your sweats in the top drawer of my wardrobe!" You shout from the bathroom while removing your makeup.

"Thanks babe!" Wonwoo yells back as he fiddles with his performance clothes.

"Oh come on, where are the fucking buttons?" He murmurs in frustration.

"Won, do you need hel-" You enter the room and stop in your tracks when you see your boyfriend struggling to take off his remaining clothing article - a semi-sheer white bodysuit.

"Wonwoo, what are you wearing?"

"It was for the performance, I swear!" He defends himself, "But it's so hard to take it off."

"That's what you think, baby," you come closer to him and push him flat on the bed, climbing on his lap. All of a sudden, Wonwoo feels very much awake - and very much exposed.

"Um, Y/N? I don't think that's gonna help with taking off the bodysuit-"

"Don't worry, big boy," you smooth your palms over his body and his exposed hipbones, making your boyfriend shudder from the contact. You notice the evident bulge and tut in a disapproving way - the one that always makes Wonwoo's stoic facade crumble like a tower of paper cards.

"No underwear at all, darling? The stylists must have had a field trip with you today."

"I a-asked to wear the bodysuit on m-my own, wearing underwear would be uncomfortable," he stutters, voice turning whiny with each nudge of your crotch towards his clothed cock.

"Oh? And what if your pretty cock started leaking in the middle of the performance, hmm? I know how high of an adrenaline rush you get when you're on stage," you barely drag your nails over his torso, reaching up to his firm chest.

"I-I'm not a teenage boy anymore." Wonwoo grits his teeth to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat.

"You're definitely getting excited like one," you chuckle and nod towards his already hardened cock, straining against the material of the bodysuit.

"Fuck, Y/N..." he moans lowly, "I can't stain it, I'll get in trouble," he bucks his hips to get more friction, a burning blush adorning his cheeks.

"I certainly feel like you don't mind getting into trouble," you flash a devilish grin and run your hands over Wonwoo's nipples, making his body jolt, accompanied by a loud gasp.

"Y-Y/N, fuck, p-please don't stop!" He begs you, his voice reduced to airy, whiny moans, nothing compared to his usual deep tone. He's far too gone into pleasure, letting you have your way with him.

"If only you knew how pretty you look right now, Woo - Like a doll made of the finest porcelain," you shake your hips on top of him, grinding your clothed pussy harder on his dick, "My own pretty, big, broad doll who I can play with whenever I want."

With a few more tugs and twists of your fingers on his nipples, Wonwoo lets out a loud moan and cums, his sticky load staining the bodysuit and his skin, leaving wet blotches on the thin material. A thin layer of sweat covers his body, making the flimsy clothing cling onto his skin deliciously.

"You okay?" You ask him softly, cupping his cheeks and you let out a sigh of relief when he nods affirmatively.

"Yeah...Just need to take that off my body," he tries to get up, "And wash it right away."

"Don't worry, I'll hand wash it and it'll be as good as new," you reach for the buttons in the crotch and carefully remove it off him.

"You better!" He gives you a warning glare.

"Are you insinuating that you didn't like it?" You raise your eyebrow in question.

"The orgasming part? I definitely did. The cleaning part? Nope." He gives you an honest answer and you roll your eyes.

"I'll put it in the water and some Tide to soak in for a couple of minutes," you get up, "I'll bring you a towel to clean you up as well, can't have you sleeping with cum all over your abs."

Wonwoo supports his torso on his elbow, a dirty smirk plastered on his face.

"What? Weren't you feeling sleepy half an hour ago?"

"Do you really believe I would still be sleepy after an orgasm like that, sweetheart?"

#svthub #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen #the post tmea brainrot continues

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theoneeyedprince · 8 months

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A Refined Taste

Part 8: You're My Religion, I Need Your Love

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Aemond's polo match concludes your stay at the Darklyns and the much needed heart to heart happens.

Rating: Explicit/18+ (More warnings under the cut)

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Smut (p in v—exhibitionism, oral m receiving—soft sub!Aemond and soft!dom reader), angst, fluff, sensual themes, suggestive content, language, a bit of alcohol consumption.

From the author: This one took me longer to write than I anticipated. Forgive me for the description of the polo match, I'm not happy with it but I still hope it's sufficient enough to understand the basics. Thanks for your patience and the still lingering enthusasm for the story <3

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Comments and reblogs are highly appreaciated!

Argella doesn’t say anything when she sees you sitting on the bed with your face in your hands. The bed dips next to you as your sister joins you to soothingly rub your back and only then you let tears flow from your eyes. After that you tell her what she suspected to be happening all along and although you see it in her stern gaze and pursed lips that she wants to scold you for opening your heart like that for some summer affair, she decides not to.

“He said nothing,” you whisper as she holds your hand.

“He tried-” you look at her half-surprised that she decided to advocate for him.

“Wasn’t persistent though… was he?”

Argella would always stand by your side, even when you were wrong. She wouldn’t hesitate but there is something in her expression that looks like those rare moments when she feels the opposite.

“I heard some words he whispered to Hel,you know...” She’s careful, you can hear it in the way she slowly chose the words.

Your heart starts hammering in your chest—desperate hope, perhaps.

“What do you mean?”

“‘I’ll take care of it’,” her eyes don’t leave yours, not even when your eyelashes start fluttering and the gathering tears shine gently in the warm bedroom light.

“Ominous,” you choke out but the hope settles in your heart and for a moment you wish to go to his room and resolve all of this as soon as possible. But you’re so tired of having to solve him like a very complicated, layered puzzle.

“Yeah… but maybe that’s why he stayed behind?” The hope nestled inside your chest partially transfers to her words when she asks you softly.

“Should I talk to him, then? Or wait for him to reach out? I know I shouldn’t be so dramatic but I feel like I’m spiralling out of control,” you take a deep breath, which breaks at one point.

“I can see that… You’ve never been so deep in your feelings over a guy,” her motherly concern has always made you overly emotional and this time is no different.

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a sister like Argella and you will never stop being grateful for her.

“That’s what I’m scared of,” you admit for the first time.

Argella studies you for a moment before speaking.

“Even though I’ve been with Hel for almost three years, I don’t know Aemond that well but he’s never been mean to me. Remember when I told you how my first meeting with her family went?” You nod in confirmation.

“You said that you’ve never felt so comfortable around strangers after coming out.”

“That included Aemond, though I admit I wasn’t sure at first. He’s cold and stoic in general,” you agree in your head but thought that he’s the complete opposite in certain, private situations but your sister didn’t have to know that, “but quite reserved around strangers, or so Helaena told me later to calm my nerves. And she has nothing but great things to say about him…”

The silent “but” hangs in the air between you.

“But he dated Cass who is…”

“A classist snob now?”

Both of you grimace at the words but you couldn’t find anything that would describe your cousin in a less harsh way. That’s just who she seems to be, which shouldn’t have surprised you in the first place, if you were to go back in memory to the time you spent with the Baratheon girls in your teenage years.

“Hel said Aemond broke her heart and…,” Argella continues, “him and Aegon are said to like female attention…”

You exhale deeply and feel bitterness covering your tongue.

“Rich boys and their insatiable appetites, hm…”

The comment leaves your lips soon after but the moments of Aemond’s displays of passions pass before your eyes and you’d be a hypocrite if you said you didn’t enjoy them as much as any woman would.

“It was nice of Aegon to take our side,” you start but Argella quickly interrupts you.

“You’re not going back to liking him, are you?” She teases but you find yourself more irritated by her fake worry than amused.

Maybe it has to do with Aemond’s recent reminders about your crush on Aegon and the slight undertones of jealousy hidden beneath them, which only further your confusion. If he likes you, then why not show it outside of sex?

“No, I- it was just nice to know that someone you like can step up when you need them…”

“I get it, I really do. But Aegon’s the one who jumps into action. Sometimes without thinking before doing it,” she rolls her eyes and you let out a huffed laugh. “Aemond is…” She ponders upon how to describe him but you interject almost immediately.

“Quiet rage like the sea before the storm.”

The way his whole demeanour changed after you joined the group and how it remained on the dock before you left him there is all you can see now. You might’ve been disappointed and heartbroken but you still paid attention to his mannerisms. Your pain blinded you to all the signs his body gave you—the tension in his body tightening with Cass’s every word, waiting to snap and flow out of him in a cascade of untamed waves.

“Yeah… that’s one way to describe him,” you don’t notice the soft, knowing look she gives you—one that might say “you’re falling for him if you speak of him so poetically”.

“Also, I don’t think he’d let someone insult Helaena like that… to assume that she’d be with a gold digger… and that I could use her—,” now Argella’s the one that lets out a broken breath and you intertwine your fingers with hers to calm her in some way.

“Anyway,” she squeezes your hand and pins into you with a serious gaze, “talk to him because I saw that he wanted to talk to you.”

He did, you heard him, you felt him wanting to pull you closer.

Argella was right. Your sister, your best friend, the beacon of light in the distance during a raging sea storm—what would you do without her.

“Tomorrow,” you lay down on the bed and watch as Argella closes the door behind her with an encouraging smile.

A part of you wishes that Aemond shows up at the threshold just like he did so many times at the mansion but no knock at the door disturbs your sleep.

When you walk in the kitchen you’re met with quite an exciting sight—everyone you know seems to be there. Except for Cassandra, who must’ve taken Aegon’s request to her vain heart.

The joined kitchen-living room space is filled with chatter and the smell of fresh coffee. There is one person missing, though, and a heavy stone of doubt settles in your gut once again, pushing away the hopeful weight that has been snuggling your heart since your conversation with Argella.

Did he break his promise? Is he avoiding you again? Is he with Cass right now?

A hand on your shoulder forces you to shake the poisonous questions out of your head.

“Good to see you again,” Cregan’s low voice and gentle smile prompt you to smile back despite the anxious, nauseous thoughts occupying your mind. “Cregan, hi.”

Jace must be the luckiest guy, being with someone who can soothe your nerves just like that—with a simple upward curl of lips.

“I heard this is your first time here?”

You nod. “You?”

“I’ve been here two times but I prefer the ski resorts in the North,” his dark grey eyes twinkle with excitement.

“Sounds cool,” it really does to you, considering the fact you’ve never gone skiing and as much as you love the sea, mountains covered in snow and a cup of mulled wine around Christmas time look like the perfect scenario.

“It is. You and Argella are invited to my family’s resort if you ever wanted to visit,” he winks at you and you feel heat rising in your cheeks.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. Thanks,” as you answer sheepishly someone else puts a hand on your shoulder, mimicking Cregan from a minute ago, and Jace appears between you.

“If you keep on smiling at each other like that I’ll definitely get jealous,” he lowers his voice pretending to tell you a secret.

You furrow your brows in question and Cregan smirks at you knowingly.

Oh, he’s bi or pan.

That explains the occasional flirtatious nature of your conversations.

“Don’t worry, Jace. I’ve no intention to steal your man,” you laugh and without taking a second to think you add, “I’m kind of taken.”

You want nothing more for the “kind of” to turn into “for sure”. The anticipated meeting you planned in your head couldn’t come sooner but you see now that patience is what you’re forced to deal with.

So, that’s why it took us so long to get to this point, huh… ‘Cause all good things come to those who wait? This is our thing, then?

Fuck, he’s everywhere even if he’s not with you. Even in such an ordinary word.

“I hope you’re not set on it, though,” Cregan leans in and you’re taken aback by his sudden closeness.

“Meaning?”

Jace is the one to smirk this time and takes the coffee cup from under the coffee machine, handing it to you.

“That if you were interested, you can… join us. Cregan wouldn’t mind and I can’t say no to him.”

You look from a pair of grey eyes to brown, widening your own in genuine surprise but before you can react in any way, Baela comes up and gives you a hug—you have to keep your hand to the side so as not to spill your coffee.

“Come, I’ll introduce you to my sister and her boyfriend!”

As you walk away you can feel the intriguing couple’s gaze on you and can’t hide the elated beating of your heart. You realise that if Aemond wasn’t the only man in the centre of your attention these days, then you might’ve gone for it and say “yes”.

Although a twin, Rhaena is a breeze to Baela’s gale—she’s sweet-spoken and a bit shy but her smile is as wide and bright as her sister’s. Garmund, her boyfriend, is extremely polite, a bit stiff at first glance, but he seems to relax in his girlfriend’s presence. They’re cute, you think, perhaps opposites do indeed attract. And at that one name comes up to your mind. As if it waited for every opportunity to remind you of Aemond.

Where is he?

You excuse yourself when you catch Helaena sitting down on the couch.

Don’t be too obvious.

“Hi, do you know where Aemond might be?” You play with the ring on your middle finger.

“Oh, he practises for the match. I think we’ll see little of him now that his team’s finally in one place.”

You can’t be passing each other. Not again.

“Where should I go if I wanted to… talk to him?”

Helaena’s pale eyes smile at your expectant gaze and tells you the place but you soon find out that you don’t have to search for him on the other side of the country club.

The moment you step out the door, Argella stops you, telling you that someone hoped to get a word and sure enough that someone comes out of the other side of the clubhouse with the most sorrowful expression in his violet eye. Like a puppy that waits to be scolded.

“I know enough, so I’ll leave you to it,” she disappears behind the closing doors.

You’ve wanted to be left alone with him since Argella left your room last night and yet, having his bicoloured eyes pleading for you to take his hand, you’re suddenly freezed in place.

“Can I take you for a walk?”

Even his voice is bashful and unsure. So much so that you’d kiss his pouty lips only so he can return to his usual cocky self that makes your heartbeat speed up. He has to know how he hurt you first, though.

“Aren’t you supposed to be training for the match?”

As you wait for his answer, you take him in fully and fight the urge to bite your lip. The riding gear suits him well, too well for your liking—not really, just at the moment.

“Yeah but I don’t want you to think that I’m ignoring you. I promised not to do it and I keep my promises,” your fingers go to your ring once again.

This is what you so wanted. “Alright. That’s good.”

You take a route down the golfing course in silence. Aemond has his hands clasped behind his back, fidgeting with his riding gloves until he finally speaks.

“First, you need to know that it wasn’t my intention to be so cold last night.”

“You mean when you pushed away as if you were embarrassed to be seen with me?”

Even though you prepared yourself for every route this conversation could go, every words uttered and taken in, the bubbling emotional mix still simmered underneath your skin, forcing your heart to beat painfully against your rib cage.

“No! I mean yes but no,” he breathes in, closes his eyes and stops in place.

“I wasn’t embarrassed. Only an idiot would be embarrassed to be seen with you.”

Why does he have to say things like that? You can’t stand him, you crave him, you want to smack him, you want to kiss him.

What a thing it is about Aemond Targaryen that he can be so good with words while being so bad at acting on them.

You look at each other, the tension wrapping around you, while his healthy eye flickers from your eyes to your lips and back up again. When he leans in, only a tiny bit closer, your mouth doesn’t care for your hurt feelings and opens for him. Instinctively, so used to the plush touch of his lower lip on yours, the taste of it between your teeth.

“That’s how you made me feel, though. Inferior,” you choke out through your tightened throat.

He looks pained at hearing your confession and reaches for your elbow—this time you let him pull you to his side.

“I’ve already been in my head and then you took me on your boat and I thought it’d be fine, we can be fine. But then Cassandra showed up and you just… spurned me.”

“Love, please stop saying that,” you dare to look straight into his eyes, puring every frustration and ache into his violet one.

“Then explain to me how should I understand what happened yesterday?”

Aemond purses his lips and although he’s the taller one of you two, he seems to shrink under your gaze.

“I told you once, why should I be the only vulnerable one? I can’t read your mind and frankly I’m tired of overthinking our situation. You know how I feel about you, I told you, I’ve shown you, so if you like me back then tell me, godsdamnit. If you don’t, then let me go.”

As his eyes narrow—that typical overconfident determination coming back to him—he takes a deep breath through his nose and his grip on your elbow tightens.

“I won’t let go.”

Your chest goes up and down in rapid succession and you’d lie to yourself if you said his words didn’t affect you.

He’s so infuriating. You hate how you let your feelings grow for him. And as if he read your mind, he does what he thinks you need from him and pushes you against the tree, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

“You can’t fuck your way out of this, Aemond,” you say disapprovingly, ignoring the growing ache between your thighs.

He eases his hold and rubs your skin with his thumb as if to say sorry.

“I was with Cass after my previous relationship ended. It was a pretty bad break-up,” he exhales, “An overall fucked-up relationship,” he lets out a joyless laugh. “Now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t have given Cass hope that I wanted that as much as she did,” he quickly looks from the place your skin touches each other to your face and he straightens up. “It was a rebound for me and one that shouldn’t have lasted as long as it did. And then she told me that she’s always had a thing for me but instead of ending things there, I led her on, became more cold and distant. It had to do more with some kind of guilt and maybe with that other woman I tried to get over…”

The intensity of his gaze pierced through your soul. It contained so much: anger, disappointment, sadness. Even disgust.

You put your hand on his and his expression softens a bit.

“When she appeared on the dock, I guess my body reacted quicker than my mind. I’m not trying to make any excuses, it’s just that…”

He tilts his head back, jaw moving from one side to the other and then he takes both of your hands into his. His riding gloves safely tucked in the back pockets of his horseback riding trousers.

“I got a bit… concerned that if Cass saw you with me she’d start telling you things that would, perhaps, make you… hate me. Gods know it’s something I didn’t want to happen.”

Do you know the Baratheon girls?

Oh, Aemond certainly knows them.

I swear if Aemond fucks her and makes a mess out of her just like he did with Cass…

You see, the thing about reputation is that it’s created by other people and the truth is what they make it to be. The story varies from person to person.

The words echo in your head.

“I can make my own decisions, you know. I chose to spend time with you despite hearing these allusions and accusations.”

“Of course, you can. It’s all those thoughts in my head,” his jaw tightens again.

How much you can relate.

“I can understand that,” you tell him, rubbing his wrist with your thumb.

The way he looks at you wraps around your heart. It’s so hopeful.

“But words are one thing and actions are another. You can tell me so much and yet decide not to show how you feel. It should’ve been you standing by my side, while your ex insulted me and our sisters. Not Aegon.”

“I know. I knew it the moment I felt you moving away. I saw the disappointment and hurt on your face. And I had to make it right. I did when you left the dock.”

I’ll take care of it.

“What did you say?”

“That I’m sorry that I broke her heart but it doesn’t make it right for her to be a bitch to Helaena, who has always been nothing but nice to her, to her girlfriend, who’s a great person, better than anyone from our circle could ever be and to you, because it’s not Aegon who you’re seeing but me and you don’t deserve to be spoken to like that by anyone.”

There’s momentary silence after he finishes speaking. You can see the anticipation written on his face but it gets more blurry the more tears gather in your eyes. Some of them leave from the inner corners and you quickly wipe them out.

“It’s… relief,” you whisper.

But that’s only partially true.

The tears were caused by the statement he made about you two.

It’s not Aegon who you’re seeing but me and you don’t deserve to be spoken to like that by anyone.

Your heart leapt in your chest at the possibility of him reciprocating your feelings.

It’s not Aegon who you’re seeing but me.

Aemond takes your face in his hands and presses his forehead against yours.

“I’m the biggest idiot for letting you think that I’d treat you so shitty.”

You both pull away but his hands don't leave your face.

“I blame it on my pride. It always comes down to it,” Aemond blinks rapidly and his brows knit together as he narrows his eyes.

Seems like his unprompted confession took both of you aback.

“I think you’re the only one I told that to,” he’s suddenly serious, so you cover his hands with yours, trying to ease his nerves.

“You know, I admit that I was prejudiced towards you, which is why I’ve been so stubborn.”

An amused flicker shines in his violet eye and a realisation comes over you.

“That was so nerdy,” you hide your face in your hands as red embarrassment covers your cheeks but Aemond lays a kiss on your fingers.

“Don’t tell anyone that I’m willing to quote literature in the middle of a conversation. I’ve got a reputation to uphold,” he jokingly warns you and you both laugh at yourselves between kisses.

But soon enough when his lips descend down your neck and his hands dip under your dress, while yours pull down his riding trousers, your laugh turns into heavy sighs and his into low grunts.

“We need to be quick,” you usher him by grabbing his half-hard cock and he nods, covering your hand with his, making both of you stroke him until he’s ready to slide in.

Your hand flies to your mouth, teeth biting into your palm when he fills you up. The feeling of his bare cock stretching you out nearly drives you insane. Even more so when his protruding veins drag alongside your walls with every push and pull.

“I won’t let you down again,” he mutters into your ear as he fucks into you fast and hard. “I like- being inside you- around you- too much.” He grunts the last words out, punctuating them with powerful thrusts, pining you into the rough tree trunk. Your hands try to hold onto his neck and shoulders but they’re too weakened and your trembling legs are too—sliding down his body with every firm hit of his hips.

Aemond digs his fingers into your thighs, hooking your calves around his backside, then moving his hands up to your buttocks, spreading them a bit. A strangled, muffled cry slips out of your throat when he keeps on hitting that rough patch of yours, not stopping for a moment until you start shaking. His fingers find your clit and rub it as swiftly and as harshly as his hips slap against your ass. The green and brown colours of the trees surrounding you blur around you and all you can feel is the hot pleasure flooding you. The intensity and risk of what you’re doing so close to anyone’s eyes is all consuming and you don’t want it to end.

“Fuck,” you’re ready for him to spill inside you when the veins on his cock pulsate between your walls intensely but then a striking realisation hits you when he pants out half a statement, half a question into your mouth, “I’ll come onto your stomach, okay.”

“Fuck… yeah, I don’t mind-,” your hands fist the hem of your dress to pull it quickly to your chin and he pulls out right on time as you do so, painting your lower belly and your panties with his cum. He grunts when his eye takes in the sight before him—you’re still breathing heavily, all in a fucked out state but it soon turns into pure mortification as your eyes widen at him.

“Oh Gods,” you say looking down underneath your dress and then at Aemond’s flushed and grinning face.

“There’s a pond nearby,” he states but you shake your head.

“Aemond, what if anyone sees?”

“If no one saw this then seeing a woman cleaning her dress shouldn’t hurt their eyes. You might’ve spilled something on yourself,” his eye glints mischievously and you shove him playfully, embarrassment deepening the sex-created blush on your face.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” you comment and both of you bicker all the way to the pond Aemond told you about.

You managed to clean yourself with Aemond’s attentive hands helping you out and as you watch him straddling his horse, ready to train his swings, you bite your inner cheek at the sheer luck of never getting caught behind those trees. It was the third time during your stay here when you found yourself in such a risque situation, and yet you’d let him take you against the harsh bark of that tree again if it meant you’d feel that exhilarating thrill burning you up again.

When Aemond waves at you from his saddle, the hope that encompassed your longing heart earlier this morning filled it once more but this time for the future. However short it might be in your case.

The day of Aemond’s polo match welcomes all of you with open blue sky and gentle rays of sunshine. Perfect weather for an outdoor game.

Aemond spent the day leading up to today training with the other polo club members on his team but the rest of his free hours with you.

You replay some of them in your head when his team mounts their ponies and you spot his tall, lithe figure amongst the crowd. The sight of him clothed in the all fitting black and red short-sleeved polo shirt and these tight white riding trousers makes you feel warm in places that shouldn’t remind themselves of their existence right now.

Oh, gods, you don’t know if you’ll be able to survive till the end of the match.

The moment a waiter brings a tray with glasses of water you take two. You know you’ll need the refreshment.

“I thought Jason was going to play against them,” Argella’s confused voice pulls you away from staring longingly at Aemond.

Aegon sits on the other side of you with a pint of beer.

“He was. Him and Tyland-you know Tyland, right?” he asks you and you nod.

“I met him yesterday. Dalton Greyjoy and Robert Darklyn, too.”

“Of course you have,” he winks at you and shoves his arm into yours. “My brother can’t seem to leave you alone these days, can he?”

An annoyed gasp leaves your mouth but you can’t deny the excited butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the knowledge that either Aemond talks about you to his siblings or that you don’t have to worry about openly spending time together.

“You were saying?” Argella urges Aegon to come back to his initial thought.

“So, Jason and Tyland like to compete against each other. But for some reason,” he looks at you as if you knew exactly what he was alluding to but you ignore him, thinking Aegon’s just being Aegon, “mom sent him to deal with some business stuff exactly around the time he comes here and of the day of the match at the top of it!”

“The man never misses an opportunity to show off, so that’s weird,” Helaena joins the conversation, bringing glasses of champagne for her and Argella.

The start of the match is announced through the speakers not a moment after she sits down next to your sister, so the conversation is cut short.

The two teams face each other in the centre of the field and you can recognise Aemond’s by the black and red colours of their shirts. The match finally begins when the umpire throws the ball in.

It’s a very fast-paced game, the players and their ponies are constantly in motion, sometimes nearly colliding with each other and if you didn’t learn about the game before, you’d think their mission is to hit each other with the mallet heads-that’s how energetically all of the men are swinging them. You’re actually impressed by the precision and manoeuvring skills both teams have because Gods know it looks a bit chaotic and even dangerous at times from where you stand.

Although your eyes are glued to Aemond’s number four—from what you were told, his position on the field is one of defence—as he seems to be able to move everywhere with his pony, watching out for the Number One player of the opposite team who follows him like a shadow.

You clap each time his team hits the ball through the goalposts or when Aemond manages to block other players’ attempt at scoring. The loudest all of you got was when he hooked the mallet of the Number One by swinging at the ball or when he rode his pony alongside the other one, trying to move the guy away from the ball. Aemond seems to like the latter form of defence and Aegon laughs that his brother would gladly throw Number One of the field if it wasn’t for the risks of penalties—players are rated by the end of the game, Helaena told you, so Aemond tries his hardest not to be tempted to foul.

You catch yourself focusing only on Aemond for most of the match—the way his arms move with every swing of the mallet or grab at the reins and how defined his toned ass looks in these tight-fitting polo trousers. You suck in your bottom lip between your teeth every time he changes his ponies between each period of the play, or rather chukkars, as Aegon corrected you–for someone who doesn’t play this sport, he knows a lot about it–as it causes him to swing his long legs over one saddle and bounce slightly on the other, while he settles on it.

Even from afar, he still manages to bring that delicious warmth to your lower abdomen and you can’t wait to get your hands on him once the game is over. It’s a shame, really, that he looks so infuriatingly hot in the polo gear and you can’t make the most of it. In private that is. You have to get him alone and with that thought a plan formulates in your head.

One and a half hours later and one halftime break when the spectators were invited to walk across the field to stomp divots–quite a fun tradition in your opinion–the audience claps and whistles as the game comes to the end.

Pride and fulfilment shine on your face when Aemond, Tyland, Dalton and Robert are given the trophy and everyone close to them gathers around to congratulate them and it takes everything in you not to throw your hands around his neck, like Robert’s girlfriend has just done.

Once all the formalities are done and photos taken, Aemond walks up to you and surprises you by leaving a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

“Did you like it?” His violet eye glistens, no doubt with the post-game adrenaline and a blooming happiness of a victor.

“It was definitely very interesting,” you take his hand in yours, confident to do so after his own outward display of affection. “Congratulations, by the way,” you add, kissing his flushed from exhaustion cheek.

His head dips down and only when he looks at you from the side you see that he’s biting his lips shyly. That itself seems to urge your heart to fly out of your chest and your stomach knot gently with the overwhelming adoration you feel for him.

He doesn’t let you bask in that rare moment, though, his usual self-confidence coming to the front almost immediately as the humble one disappears, not letting anyone else but you see that side of him.

“Thanks, love,” he kisses you properly this time, making you giggle like a lovestruck fool—and perhaps you are one.

The lovely moment is interrupted by someone tapping on your shoulder.

“Can I borrow my cousin for just one second?” Cassandra’s voice bursts your little bubble.

Aemond narrows his eyes but you tell him that you’ll be back soon. If you allowed him to make his apologies, then why not listen to what his ex has to say?

You join your cousin at the seats reserved for her family—now all empty except for the both of you.

“I won’t beat around the bush. I said some nasty things to you,”

When you don’t respond she exhales in that dramatic fashion you heard her do that evening and continues, “Seeing Aemond made me feel on the edge and then he scolded me like some fucking child. And I’ve never seen him be so protective over someone. He didn’t fight when we argued and didn’t seem to feel strongly about that older ex of his. But for some reason he got all emotional over my poor cousin-sorry”, she adds with a crooked smile but you ignore it. “C’mon, I feel stupid already for destroying a family reunion over a guy.”

Her deep blue eyes are filled with anticipation but whether it’s a genuine need to be forgiven or irritation for it to be over, you aren’t sure.

“If I’m being honest, Cassandra, I would’ve understood if not for my sister. Because that was fucking uncalled for. But she told me that you’ve already talked, so there’s nothing else for me to say. I wouldn’t want to pollute your space with my cheap perfume,” you finish up your glass of water you've been carrying with your yourself and before you walk away you add, “I’m sorry Aemond was a dick to you. He shouldn’t have been.”

Cassandra shifts in place as you’re looking briefly at the field, not really sure why you said that, except for the fact that Aemond admitted to playing with your cousin's feelings and maybe that’s enough of a reason to show her a tiny bit of sympathy.

“I should be returning,” you turn away but stop when you hear her calling your name.

“I actually really like your jumpsuit and your perfume. You look chic.”

“That’s nice to hear, Cass,” and after a moment of a slightly awkward pause you compliment her back, “I don’t even need to tell you that you look like a royal heiress, do I?” Your cousin’s genuine laugh reminds you of Alicen’t—melodic and elegant.

When you come up to Aemond, who is thanking Rhaenyra, Jace and Luke for their congratulations, his reaction is less adorably grateful like it momentarily appeared for you and more formally polite, all the while his healthy eye pierces through Luke’s head. You only wonder what this boy did to Aemond that he seemed to resent him so.

But that thought is laid aside when you feel Aemond’s arm wrap around your waist and pull you in, humming into your hair.

“I see someone’s content,” you swing gently in his embrace, choking a little bit on the stark difference between the sneaking out and how openly you present to be together now.

He turns you around, so you can have a perfect view of his curled up lips and takes you out of the field before you can even say anything.

Once again you’re dragged somewhere by this man without a single word of explanation but that only makes you smile blithely under your breath.

“Go inside,” you look at the door of a wooden storage room for polo equipment and look around quickly.

“We’re playing with fire, Aemond. How many times until someone walks in on us?”

He doesn’t seem to listen or care, or both and pushes you into surprisingly wide space and locks you both from the inside, putting a small table against the door.

“Just in case,” he comments when he sees your raised eyebrows.

As he pulls you in by the hips, while he leans comfortably against the edge of the table, the current situation sinks in and your pussy clenches in anticipation.

Your hands rest on his chest and move down the shirt and sneaks underneath it to massage his muscled torso.

“I cleaned myself a bit when you talked to... your cousin. Couldn’t stand the feel of the sweat clinging to me everywhere,” he tells you slowly, probably trying to hit at his now so obvious intentions.

That’s it, you think. That’s the time to put your plan into action now, instead of waiting to come back to the clubhouse.

“Oh, I see. How considerate of you,” you smile at him sweetly, sinking to your knees.

Aemond’s eye widens slightly, giving you an idea that this wasn’t how he wanted his plan to go, but doesn’t tell you to stand up.

“After we won, I wanted to fuck you right there on that field. In front of everybody,” you see the knuckles of his hands go white as he grabs the table behind him. “But then, I don’t like to share,” he adds lowly and slouches forward to take your chin in his fingers, pushing his thumb inside your mouth.

His words only put to the fire that’s been slowly igniting within you but that was nothing compared to the way sucking on his finger does to you and to him.

“You’re the only prize I care to hold,” he says when his finger leaves your lips and it’s all you need to hear to start your own teasing.

“You’ve done so well today that you might get that prize you so wish for,” your hands move up and down his clothed thighs and you can feel the muscles tensing at your touch.

“I might?” He smirks at you from above and quickly licks his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Mhm,” you’re unbuckling the belt and pull down the riding trousers slowly, taking your time. “The way you moved on that horse? Oh, baby.”

His breathing quickens and he wastes no time to help push the material to his knees-his riding boots standing in the way to pull them any lower. He's wearing a pair of briefs thanks to which you can clearly see the bulge of his cock.

“How pretty you are,” you tell him as you free him from the confines of his underwear.

Aemond takes a sharp breath when your ring-ornamented hand wraps around his length.

“You should see yourself. Fuck…” he drags the last word when you experimentaly kiss the side of his swollen cock.

“It’s too bad we haven’t done this before,” you comment and make your point by kissing the base of his underside, very close to his balls.

The feather-like brush of your lips there makes Aemond’s panting shaky and all he can do is tighten his grip on the edge of the small table, arching his back ever so slightly, enough to push his aching cock through your fingers to gain some more friction.

“Fuck, fuck-,” it’s all he says as you bring this small torture upon him, pecking basically every inch of his needy cock.

“Can you stop- stop teasing me, love?”

“I don’t think so,” you look up at him from beneath your lashes.

You really could just take all of him into your mouth, you want to do that, because he looks so beautiful right now-eyes shut, jaw slack, chest heaving. Utterly at your mercy.

But there's so little instances when you're the one in control.

“You’re still on my bad side,”

His eyes open in an instant.

“But-”

He grunts as you lick him up, slowly, savouring his taste and the sound that escapes his lips.

“You need to hold back as long as I don't take you in. Can you do that?” You give him an impish smile.

“Yes, just don’t- don’t be angry with me anymore,” he pleads and you chuckle to yourself.

“Do what I need you to do and the past will be past.”

“‘Course, love-” he breathes out, eyes shutting soon after.

Your tongue repeats the motion again and after that you wrap your fingers around his base again, pumping him slowly, cat-licking the precum oozing from his tip.

His desperate reactions to your touch and tongue only boost your confidence.

“You’re always so eager for me,” your satisfaction promps you to continue your talk, not really wanting for this switch of roles to end.

“Oh fuck- How could I not be?”

Your tongue twirls around his tip and he half-whimpers. Immediately your eyes widen because you’ve never heard this sound coming from him before.

“Do you want me to take pity on you, baby?”

He hums deeply from his chest as if he didn’t want to say it, “Only- only if you want to.”

You’re quite impressed by the way he sticks to your instructions.

You could get used to this.

“You’re so patient, baby, thank you.”

You can hear a restrained moan from above you as you take him into your mouth and you contently moan as well, not being able to stop yourself from reacting to Aemond’s stunning cock filling your mouth—you’ve wanted to know what it’d feel like for so long and it’s better than you imagined.

His praises make the experience much more intoxicating. Your head’s spinning, while your panties are soaking through.

“Your mouth-Seven Hells-so warm, s-soft… you’re always so fucking gentle with me…”

With every bob of your head and drag of his cock against your tongue and throat your own arousal gathers, forcing you to rub your thighs together for a bit of relief.

His grateful tone doesn’t help the way your pussy aches for him, craves to be stretched and filled up to the brim.

“Can I-” he can’t finish his question as another sound of pleasure leaves his throat but you don’t need him to. You can see the way his hand reaches for the top of your head.

“Sure, baby,” and then he's in your mouth again.

The moment he entangles his fingers with your hair and pushes you slightly forward, his cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, feeling tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Sorry, love” he breathes out as he pulls out but you hold the base of his cock still.

“That’s okay,” you reassure but playfully punish him by squeezing him slightly, only to take him in again and aligning the moves of your fist to the movements of your head.

He starts panting heavily once more but you can feel him shiver when you other hand fondles with his heavy balls.

“Fuck-I won’t last-long if you- fuck, love,” he almost screams out when you hollow your cheeks and put more pressure on the soft sack.

He starts bucking his hips but this time you let him drag his cock through your throat, doing your best to breath in deeply through your nose and move your head in a way that corresponds with his own shaky movements.

You know he’s close, his abdominal muscles tense in front of your eyes, his knuckles are white as the riding trousers that lay around his ankles and his balls squeeze in your palm.

You feel high on the pleasure you’re able to give him and the desire your body experiences is untamable at this moment.

“I’ll pull-” he starts but you dig your nails into his thigh so he can look at you. You draw “NO” on his skin and although in the haze of his pleasure he manages to smirk at you.

A short moment after he stills in his movements, his long cock twitches and his cum fills your throat and the warm inside of your mouth. You try to hold it all in, which is a bit hard considering the fact he’s still nestled on your tongue. When he sees a bit of white trickle dripping down your chin, he pulls out gently and wipes it out at the same time as you finally swallow his spend.

You stay like that, simply looking at each other, studying your flushed out faces, while steading your breaths.

“Good girl. My good girl,” Aemond murmurs, kneeling in front of you to kiss you searingly, his tongue swiftly opening your mouth and helping you get rid of the remnants of his cum.

You moan into his mouth, never expecting to be turned on by a man tasting his own seed like that.

“I should've asked you sooner,” he kisses you again, “but where have you been all my life?”

You smile into his lips and peck the corner of his mouth, “Passing you like a ship in the night. Remember?”

“I do,” he caresses your cheek and kisses your temple, “No more hiding in the night.”

“No more hiding,” you repeat as calm happiness fills you completely.

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scekrex · 1 month

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HIII🫶🫶🫶🫶💍💍💍

I had an idea for a adam xm!reader and its like reader became in a way a sort of friends with the main cast of the demons (Charlie, Vaggie angel ect.) and adam finds out about it when he finds reader with fat nuggets in hel for funzies idk im not so great at English its absolutely not my first language nor the second so if its a complicated idea you can just scrap it dww!!

Furthermore i hope you have a great rest of you’re day 🫶🫶

Sup hun, I simply assumed you mean angel!reader bc it makes the most sense (and it's what I've written) hope ya like it xoxo/p

Forbidden fruits cause damage

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You knew you weren't allowed to, you knew that if Sera or the other seraphims were to find out, they wouldn't let you come back, that you would only see Adam once a year during extermination day and it really messed with your head to be constantly reminded of how tight heaven's rules were.

And yet you came back over and over again.

At first it had been to visit Charlie's hotel, to make sure she wasn't violating any rules heaven had made - that had been an order from Sera. But when Charlie had greeted you so warmly as if she was one of your closest friends and Niffty had dubbed you 'totally hot not-badboy' you couldn't resist when it came to visiting these shitheads.

At first your visits had been rare, they had been a once every couple month kinda deal, you needed to be careful not to draw any attention to you after all. But soon every couple months turned into once a month, once a month became once every two weeks and every two weeks quickly switched to every week.

And while heaven seemed to either not notice or not care enough - maybe they thought you were doing business with Lucifer, who knew - Adam noticed. Of course your boyfriend would notice that every week you'd suddenly disappear for an entire day. You always made sure to leave early in the morning to be back for dinner. However, whenever you left during the early morning hours Adam woke up due to the lack of warmth that you took with you when you left. He was a cuddly guy, even if he would never admit it so of course he would notice his beloved boyfriend’s absence.

Today was yet another day to visit hell. So you went down to hell early, you had left Adam a note that stated something along the lines of 'visiting Ma & Pa, see ya tonight, big guy'. He however wasn't buying any of it. You had once lied to him by telling him you were hanging out with a friend of yours and when Adam had left the apartment for a walk he had seen said friend alone. The same thing happened a couple weeks later again.

He crumbled the little note in his hand and threw it onto the bed. He trusted you, he really did, but then there were his insecurities. His first and second wife had both decided to cheat on him and leave him. What prevented you from doing so too? He didn't know and the thoughts of you fucking another guy were eating him alive.

What if you disappeared once a week to enjoy time with someone who was more charming and loving than him? With someone who'd constantly tell you how much he loves you instead of jokingly insulting you? He couldn't stand his mind for fucking him up so badly, he wanted to crash his head against a wall until it would split open, but he didn't.

Instead he snapped his fingers to let a small orb appear in front of him. The scene the orb showed him was fogged up at first but the picture got clearer only seconds later. He felt disgusting for spying on you, wanted to scratch the skin off of his bones and claw out his eyes but it was the only thing that quieted down his mind at least a little bit.

The orb showed you a bright smile on your face as you held a little pig, petting the small animal lovingly. Next to you stood Angel Dust.

Angel Dust?

“Fat Nuggets really loves you, y’know, poor baby always gets sad when you have to leave,” the pornstar explained with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing. You were in hell, even worse: you were in hell to hang out with the demon scum like it was the most normal thing to do for an angel as pure as you were. The brunette was so overwhelmed by his feelings that he didn't even recognize it when the orb disappeared again, the only thing that was on his mind was why you didn't tell him.

You were apparently regularly hanging out in hell and instead of telling him you always made up some sad excuses why you were gone for the day. Did you not feel comfortable sharing such a big secret? Adam's mind went crazy, the wildest trains of thoughts were running through his head and there was not a single thing the first man was able to do about it, the only thing that was possible in a situation such as his was to take it.

When you got home that evening Adam was walking up and down in the living room. “You okay, babes?” you casually asked, your voice didn't indicate that you had been lying to him for months, it didn't indicate that you had just gotten back to heaven after spending the entire day with some demon fuck-ups. “You wanna explain me where the fuck you were?” Adam asked instead of answering your question and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes gave away that he was pissed about something yet they were glued onto your body leaning against the door frame. “I wrote you a note, I was-” you were about to explain but the first man to ever be created didn't let you finish, “Fuck you and fuck your lies. You weren't visiting your parents bitch, you were in hell visiting the demon fuck-ups who think redemption is possible.”

You frowned at his words - yes that was true but how the fuck did Adam know about that? “What? So you were spying on me?” you questioned his behavior and stepped towards Adam. The brunette seemed to be close to crying yet his body was ready for a fist fight. “After I figured out you lied to me twice about hanging out with friends? Duh,” he made a hand movement that was supposed to symbolize something along the lines ‘obviously I did’.

You let out a deep sigh. He was right. And that was way too fucking hard to actually admit. But you swallowed your pride and gave in. You walked past him, your hand reached out for him but he flinched away from your touch which resulted in you sitting on the couch alone. He didn't move an inch from the spot he was standing on, the only thing he did was to turn around in order to look at you. “I’m sorry.” A look of surprise washed over the brunette's face and his body language visibly softened. He had expected many things but an apology without a fight hadn't been one of them. “What?” he dumbly asked as he blinked at you in confusion. His wings, which had been fluffed up to make him seem bigger than he already was, dropped until they were pressed against his sides again. His beautiful golden eyes which had been full of anger only moments ago had softened too, they reflected empathy.

You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you continued to speak so you stared at the floor instead, “I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I visited hell without telling you, I know I should have but -” you shook your head as you paused for a moment. “No. No excuses. I was afraid of your reaction to it, I know you hate them, I know you hate their project but they're actually so sweet and caring and- and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about all of it. I should have shared this with you.”

Now it was Adam who sighed as he flopped down onto the couch next to you, he kept his distance though, “I don't fucking like that you're visiting them, what if one day you'll get locked out of heaven? The fuck am I supposed to do without you?” You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. “I honestly don't fucking care who you're friends with and what they are. That's your fucking life, I won't control that shit, that's yours to decide. Just promise me to be fucking careful ‘n’ stop fucking lying to me about it.” You nodded silently, it was the only response that felt right in that moment.

“N remember, if I have to go to fucking hell just to fuck your juicy little ass, I fucking will. You're not safe from me, not even down there,” the grin in Adam's voice was audible and you peeked up a little only to see the taller man grinning down at you. That made you smile a little.

It was the next day that you called Charlie to inform her that you wouldn't be able to visit as regularly anymore. You weren't willing to risk everything, especially Adam. She being the supportive girl she was obviously understood. “Who are we talking to?” Adam asked sleepily as he entered the kitchen, the poor man had just woken up and followed your voice immediately. “Charlie,” you cheered at him, “You wanna say hi?” You held your phone in front of his face, his mimic was a mix between annoyance and sleepiness as he spoke, “Sup, bitch.” Then he went to make himself a coffee. “You want one too, babes?” he offered to you and you nodded before giving him a quick ‘thank you’ kiss. “Was that Adam?” Charlie asked in surprise over the phone. “Yeah, y’know how I told ya that we're dating?” Your words made pride bloom in Adam's chest, you had been talking to your new friends about him and you weren't hiding that he was your boyfriend even though Charlie and Adam weren't exactly on good terms. “Well yeah you mentioned that but I didn't think- nevermind. I hope you two have a wonderful morning, I assume we'll see each other in two months?” Lucifer's daughter seemed eager to get off the phone now that she knew that Adam was with you. You chuckled at that, “Yeah, sure, see ya then.”

Once the call ended Adam turned around with a sharp grin on his lips, “So, how's hell reacting to a pure babes like you dating me?”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 9 months

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My lovely Hel!!! Please, if you could.

Aemond and Aegon taking turns with reader and face fucking her? All the degradation and praise please? (Daddy kink what) And wonderful aftercare! Any other kinks is up to you!!!

beans your request is my command, this is everything & more….. oh to be face fucked by this duo, lord have mercy.

hope this was everything you dreamt of and more ✨

Exceptions.

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

WORDS: 2,280.

WARNINGS: NSFW, degradation kink, praise kink, mentions of innocence kink, female receiving (fingering), p in v sexual intercourse, male oral receiving, Daddy kink, slight mentions of breeding / lactation kink.

A/N - OKAY so I attempted to do a contrast between the brothers regarding their treatment towards the reader. hope I did it justice :) NO PLOT JUST S*X !!! Did I put my whole helussy into this? maybe…

How they found you hidden away in the solace of the castle's library, your nose buried in between the ancient pages of a book, you could not say for certain. Although, it was a keen skill of theirs, and you knew those guarding and tending to the castle grounds spoke, especially when questioned by the royal inhabitants, probing for your whereabouts, they'd have the answer in a split second.

Your elder Uncles cherished you since your youth, something about the way you looked at them, spoke to them, touched them, even if it was as innocent as gripping their arm, drove them far beyond the hatred they had for their Strong nephews... Your half-brothers. Having grown into the mature, young woman that you were, Aemond often dotting you as "ethereal", the maesters had highly proclaimed as a true Targaryen beauty. Nonetheless, many noble and highborn lords of the realm sought for your hand, yet you remained indignant in refusing to engage, for your heart was set elsewhere, closer to home.

Aemond and Aegon also made no effort to hide their infatuation with you. Especially Aegon, refusing to engage in small talk or relations with maidens his grandsire would arrange, as means to provoke an heir from him, Aegon was solely fixated on you. The proposition of Aegon marrying Helaena, was shut down immediately by the Prince himself, for he'd rather set himself aflame than take his sister to bed.

Nonetheless, the family grew aware of his deep admiration for you, and felt defeated in retaliating against it any further. Whispers of a betrothal between yourself and your eldest Uncle were in the midst. And although your mother, Princess Rhaenyra, much preferred Aemond as a suitor, as you both were far closer in age and Aemond having less arduous tendencies, she was agreeable to the arrangement if it meant a form of peace-keeping between herself and the Dowager Queen.

Although, from time to time, you'd confide in her how Aegon the First, took two wives... Would it be so terrible for you, to take two husbands in the ancient traditions of your House?

Regardless, amongst the three of you, you had your own little plots and ploys at hand. If Aegon secured this marriage with you, he'd made the promise that his younger brother too, would take part, even if it was concealed in secrecy. You loved them both incomparably, and they had accepted this respectfully. For you, they would travel to the ends of the Earth for, kill for and bleed for... No one else came close.

You were always the exception for them.

****

"Here she is brother. Too preoccupied for us it seems-" Aegon utters. Slowly he strides towards you, plopping himself down by your side on the lounge, as he plants a soft peck at your cheek, before fiddling and flicking the pages of a smaller, overused book at the table side.

Aemond, tediously following behind remains quiet and unfazed, as he too follows his elder brother's gesture: planting a soft, longer-lasting kiss at your other cheek, before seating himself on the arm rest of your chair.

"You two have been in meetings since the mane, I thought I'd keep myself tucked and busy as I waited for you both."

"My sweet thing-" Aegon steadily arises as he plants a tender kiss atop your head.

"Have you missed us?" He utters, plopping himself back down, one hand embracing your from behind, the other free one begins to hike your dress up, high enough for his hand to sneak in between your thighs. Pulling aside your cotton undergarments, his fingers creep inside, now lightly grazing over the bare, sensitive skin of your cunt.

"Hmm, yes."

"How much?" Aemond sternly interjects, subtly biting at his lower lip, as he watches his elder brother teasing you.

"V-Very much."

Aegon's thick fingers slowly began to etch between your thighs, motioning in small circles, as your wetness began to naturally stir.

"How much is 'very much', dear niece? Do not be shy now. Tell your Uncles, exactly what you desire, and we shall see to it that your needs are met," Aemond firmly pressed, kneeling down on the ground, as he lifts your leg, planting a trail of small, tender kisses from the shin working his way up.

"I-I want y-you both... Inside me," Stuttering your words, only just above the volume of a whisper, Aegon's digits now deeply immersed inside your folds, churning in larger, sensual circular motions, as his longer index rubs at your clit. Helpless moans escaping your mouth, as Aegon buries his head against the crook of your neck, his plump, wet lips latched at your soft skin, harshly suckling at it.

Aemond remains below, now feeling the sharpness of his canines faintly biting at the flesh of your inner thighs.

"Hear that brother- Spoiled, little girl wants to be full of us both. Such a pampered babe, wants to be coddled and fucked stupid by her Uncles."

"And we shall-" Aegon utters, momentarily breaking free from your skin, as he responds to his brother's despotic words.

"On the floor now, Y/N," Aegon growls, as he stops his lustful pursuits, hastily removing his eager hand from below, causing your breath to hitch suddenly, as you firmly grip his forearm instinctively. Once you regained your senses, Aemond aided your descent to the carpeted, stony floor. Aegon begins to lay down a few silk, plush pillows from the lounge, behind you, as he too follows your steps.

"On all fours, brat," Aemond spits, as he props himself on his knees, his rough hand entwined in the free, loose strands of your hair, guiding your head towards him. Your face, now, just a few, mere inches apart from his cock, beneath his pants. You could sense Aegon behind, his hands firmly grasping at your waists, as he aligns himself with you. One hand finding its way between your legs, pushing at the sides of your inner thighs, as he urges them to spread.

"Wider baby, you know I need more space- That's it-"

In sync, your Uncles begin to hastily undo their trousers, watching Aemond unbutton his with a smug appearance on his chiselled face, and hearing Aegon groan in relief from behind.

Aemond's lean, stiff cock, sprung before you, the veins and its natural hue evident, as his tip flushed red with colour, glistening with a white, cloudy film oozing from the tip.

From behind, Aegon once again, hiked your dress up, folding it on your back, as he ripped apart your undergarments completely with his bare hands. You knew he was desperately eager now. Shuffling himself more forward, shoving himself between your thighs, closer to your frame, you could feel his thick, fat cock rigid against your soft ass cheeks. Taunting you with his girthy size and unyielding posture, his hands gripped firmly at your waist once more, pulling your backside deeper to his dense mass.

"If only you could see brother. Just how avid she is for our cocks. She cannot even bring herself to look me in the eye, though rather my cock."

"Do not jest with her, brother. She has waited long enough, and we too have been kept from her. My poor Princess-"

One hand still gripped on your waist, Aegon sets the other one loose, as it wanders over to your naked ass cheek, kneading at your flesh, before giving it a quick, sharp slap. Positioning his stiff cock to entrance, Aegon spares no second to thrust himself in, earning a moaning plea, as the intense pain of your walls stretching out beyond comfort, desperate to accomodate for his substantial mass.

In doing so, as your mouth shapes blatantly open, Aemond seizes the grand opportunity to shove his into your mouth. His hand remaining tightly entangled in your strands, tugging to pull your face towards him.

Gleaming down towards you with a complacent smirk strewed across his face. His one remaining, good eye, lurks down intently upon you, as he begins to sway himself slowly, backwards and forwards, his eye flutters in conjunction to the unfathomable sensation.

"Th-That's it, my petty, little brat. Show me how well that spoiled mouth of yours can treat me, show me how well you think you deserve my cock."

Hot tears began to swell in your eyes, although from the glorious pain and fulfilment you felt in that precise moment. Aegon's growling grunts, your mouthful gags and Aemond's deep moans, ricocheted across the walls of the ancient library, like an orchestral symphony.

May the Gods be good, that no one dares to venture in your vicinities.

Aemond's lean, long cock, shoved its way deeper, as your soft, wet lips stroked againsts its circumference in rhythmic motions, sensing the urge of the hard tip at the back of your throat. His hot wetness began to pool, coating your insides, as he roughly jammed himself in.

"F-Fuck, that feels so good, Y/N."

Simultaneously, Aegon's thrusts, although not as synchronised and steady as Aemond's, began to grow sloppier and faster, as he plunged himself partially in and out, forcing himself back in. The friction brewing between your inner thighs, lessened as your natural wetness began to ooze from the gaps of your clenching entrance.

"Poor Princess, so needy for my cock. I can just feel you tightening for me, baby. Is that how bad you wanted your Daddies, huh? Needed your Daddy's fat cock inside to comfort you, hmm?" Aegon breathlessly exclaimed: the vulgarity as he confidently spat the term 'Daddy' out, provoking you to quench tighter around his throbbing, hard cock, earning a mindless, low moan from him.

"Fuck Y/N!" Aegon roared, raking another piercing slap against your bare ass. Sensing from the sweat and heat of your flesh that your sensitive skin was marked with a reddening handprint, mimicking that identical of Aegon's palm.

"Insolent, weak Princess. Crying from how full and weak she is, Seven Hells. Aren't you a pathetic, little thing, struggling to take her Daddy's cock front and back, huh?"

Aemond immediately wretched his cock free from your mouth, as he tugged at your head once more, pulling it back before leaning down towards you. Faces an inch apart, his hungry eye lusts over your wet, soiled lips with his pre-cum, inadvertently he licks his own lips, before succumbing to a passionate yet short-lasting kiss.

"Tell me, brat. Can you take much more?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-" You weakly whimpered and sputtered, gasping from deep, full breaths as you impatiently sought for fuller consciousness.

"What was that, whore? Have we not given you enough yet? You hear that, Aegon? Keep at it. The whore is not yet satisfied."

"I-Is that so? My innocent babe will reap her desires, j-just as she deserves." Aegon menacingly growled, his grip firmer than before on your waist, you felt your skin growing numb beneath.

"Lets finish her-"

As Aemond spoke his final words, taking one final, crisp breath in, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, its lengthy size and rapid thrusts, rewarded with muffled moans echoing from your mouth watering lips.

"That'll shut up the bratty whore."

The aches of your arched, lower back grew sorer, a dull pain brewing as the weight of Aegon's mass leaning over from behind, and having been stationed in that exact position for a solid period of time, began to take its toll. Although, just as your desires had been fulfilled, you felt yourself reaching a climax from below, just as Aegon's cock grew tenser inside, the throbbing sensations of his cock was blinding. Your eyes rapidly flickering shut, all your senses incoherent and stunned beyond awareness.

"I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum- Fill you up with my hot seed, you might just take. And then what? Ugh- To see you swell with my babe, for being such a good girl-"

"Do it, brother. May her tits also swell with the Mother's, sweet milk, that she may bless us with her treat."

The grunts and groans your Uncles ravenously exchanged, was once more, a melody to your blessed ears.

"Then we shall see to it. Cease every opportunity to fuck her senseless, until her cunt is drowning in our seed, until she takes. That belly will grow healthily with a royal heir," Aemond breathlessly proclaims, before releasing a deep groan, as his hot load shoots against your uvula. Coating your mouth to the brimful, before slowly pulling his twitching cock out.

In sync to his younger, the rigid and pulsing tensity of Aegon's cock begins to dissipate as he instantly releases his hot cum inside. Pooling all over your delicate walls, some naturally streaming out, as he cautiously removes himself from your tight hold.

"That's it, baby. You did such a good job," Aegon softly coos, as he massages small circles against the lower part of your back, where your hand momentarily was tending to the soreness.

"Lay down, sweetling-" Aemond lowly interrupts, guiding your tiresome, weary body to lay. Your head gently rests on Aegon's clothed thigh, as his hand begins to soothe through your mottled hair, brushing the messy strands away, tending to the mess his brother invoked.

"Now we rest for a short while, Princess. Regain your strength and us, ours, till the next lot of fun and pleasure-" Aemond slyly murmurs, as his fingers softly trace random trails across your back, just as he knows you enjoy.

"Mayhaps we'll move this to the bedroom, dear brother. I shall carry her back, and you can see to it, fetch for the servants to bring up some replenishments. And then, can we resume this deed, once and for all."

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bonitanightmxres · 1 year

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"Espresso My Love For You || JOEL MILLER

PAIRING: Joel Miller x wife!reader (non-outbreak au)

SYNOPSIS: Joel loves coffee, but you love an early morning cup with him even more

WARNINGS: none! just a really bad pun :P

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

Joel had an addiction—a caffeine addiction, that is. You, personally, liked coffee just as much as the next person, but Joel drank enough caffeine in a day to power ten people for a whole week. When your coffee maker broke, it confused you when he shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Though it was extremely unlikely, you thought that maybe he had finally given up coffee–until he began to willingly get up extra early before work just so he could make it to the nearest coffee shop for his fix and beat the morning rush. This meant that you were woken up at an ungodly hour in the morning because Joel had no sense in keeping quiet as he got ready for work. You didn’t mind it during the first three days, but after three weeks? Yeah, you missed your undisturbed sleep.

Not only that, but the weekends were the only mornings that you were able to enjoy a quiet hour or two on the front porch with Joel and sip a cup of coffee because of his crazy work schedule. With the coffee maker broken, he took it upon himself to get up early and go out and buy two coffees and bring them back home to enjoy with you. But he had to admit, getting dressed to go out and buy the coffee wasn’t the same as drinking it freshly made and in the comfort of his own sweatpants.

Knowing that Joel hasn't had much time lately to go and look for a new one, you take the liberty to do it for him. After much research and price-matching at different home appliance stores, you’d finally settled on a suitable coffee maker to surprise Joel with. Though it was a bit pricey, you didn’t really care in the end because the man deserved to be spoiled every once in a while. After all, he was always the one to come home randomly with a bouquet of flowers simply because they were your favorite color.

Setting it up on your kitchen counter was the hard part. Not only because it was barely four in the morning when you were trying to put it together so Joel would wake up to a new coffee maker, but because this one was far ahead of its time. The old one was over ten years old and all it required you to do was plug it into the wall, press a single button, and call it a day. This one though? It came with more features than you knew what to do with. But by the time you finished, the shiny, robotic-looking machine sat on your counter like it belonged there the whole time.

______

The sun had barely begun to peek out over the horizon on a Saturday morning when Joel stirred awake. He grew confused when his arm couldn’t find you in the bed, and became nervous when his ears heard commotion coming from the kitchen. But when he heard your voice quietly humming, he knew you were up to something. It was strange and quite suspicious, if he was being honest with himself. Maybe the real you was being held hostage and you were replaced by a clone who enjoyed early mornings. That scenario was more probable than you willingly waking up on your own before the sun was out. When Joel brushed his teeth, he swore he could smell fresh coffee lingering in the house. Maybe you’d gone and bought a cup, he thought. But as he made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen, there was no denying that strong scent.

“Surprise!” You shouted, a bright smile on your face, despite the early hour. As you moved to the side, Joel could see the source of the heavenly smell. The coffee maker was definitely fancier than what he was used to, and it looked expensive, but excitement overcame his money-saving thoughts because he’d finally be able to drink a homemade cup of coffee again.

“Did you set this up all by yourself?” He questioned, amazed that you managed to keep it a secret.

You nod, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. “Aren’t you proud? I almost quit too, and was gonna have you help me when you woke up, but I managed. Wanted to surprise you.”

“I-I can’t believe this, I–” his mouth curls into a smile as he admires the machine before him.

“And I know you were loving that extra caffeine boost from the shop you were going to every morning, so look,” your voice is giddy with excitement as you hand him the instruction manual. “I got one that doubled as a coffee maker and espresso machine, you know, for those days you need something a little stronger.” You search his eyes for any sign of approval, “So, what do you think?”

He’s still totally mesmerized by all the buttons and levers as he continues to read the manual, determined to get to know the machine as well as he knew you. But Joel’s brown eyes are soft and wide like those of a child when he smiles at you. “I think that you’re the only woman in the world who gets me.”

His words of approval make butterflies float in your stomach, and the smile on his face is enough for you. You pour Joel’s mug first, noticing his eagerness to try it out. Joel groaned as the smell of dark roasted coffee filled his nostrils when he took the first sip. “Darlin’, you are an absolute angel.”

“You still talking to me or are you talking to the coffee?” You questioned playfully.

Joel tilted his head to the side, pretending to think. “Mmm, you’re a close second.”

You gasp as you pour creamer and heaps of sugar into your mug, but Joel chuckles and places a kiss on your head. Tasting it, you realize it needs just a bit more sugar and add a couple more spoonfuls.

“Jesus, darlin’, you want some coffee with your sugar?” Joel teases, as he opens the front door for you.

“Joel, baby, some of us don’t like the taste of pure jet fuel, okay?”

Joel chuckled as he took his seat next to you on the porch where you rocked slowly in the chair he’d made for you a few years back. He let out a sigh of content, and you knew you’d done good with the surprise. Your mind wandered, and the thoughts that coursed through your head–well, one in particular–made you grin.

Joel caught it from the corner of his eye, automatically assuming that you were up to no good. He chuckled nervously, “What’re you thinkin’ about?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you say as nonchalantly as you can, trying to play it off cool. “But I guess you could say I really know how to ‘espresso’ my love for you, huh?”

Joel lowered his head, and shook it, trying to contain his laughter. “That was so goddamn terrible.”

But your wide grin was his weakness as he looked over at you and he erupted into laughter. You joined in with him, laughing to the point that your stomach began to ache. Joel loved the way you laughed heartily at your own joke, and your laugh itself was like music to his ears; only, to him, you were the funny one and you were the one who kept him laughing all these years.

The sun began to rise in the sky over the mountains, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the sight before you as the deep blues transformed into the most beautiful shades pink and orange. But right next to you, Joel was just as enchanted by you as you were by the sky.

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a/n: thank you for putting up with domestic joel brain rot bc it has invaded my life!! 💕

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In Your Dreams

Apollion x Reader x Thanatos smut

A/N: after reading HOFAS, I couldn't resist writing about the Princes of Hel, aka the ultimate shadow daddies

warnings: smut, mmf, oral f! receiving, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, shadow play, sensory deprivation, rough sex, electro-stimulation, blood, is this monster fucking? they're kind of incubus-esque

A weight at the end of your bed woke you, eyes fluttering open to see a familiar face studying you. Apollion’s black eyes flicked over your body, head tilting in an unsettlingly smooth motion that sent a shiver down your spine.

You dared an exasperated sigh, leveling your gaze with the prince’s. “Couldn’t let me sleep in peace for one night, could you? Are my dreams more interesting than whatever duties you have in Hel?”

A ghost of a smile flashed across Apollion’s lips, his leathery wings flaring slightly behind him at your overt disrespect. “You are certainly of interest to me,” he retorted, stern expression giving nothing away.

You opened your mouth to question what the prince meant by that, when another figure materialized at the foot of your bed. With a gasp, you tucked your knees to your chest as swirling darkness slowly transformed into another male, tall with black curly hair, his dark eyes matching Apollion’s as he watched you with a vague sense of interest.

Apollion showed neither surprise or bother at the male’s appearance, simply offering a nod of greeting before turning back to face you. Tugging your covers towards yourself, you made a feeble attempt at covering yourself from the stranger. “And who do you think you are, coming into my room, my dreams?” you demanded.

A flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes, your cheeks reddening in response as you felt his power ripple through the room, realization of how powerless you were in this situation hitting you like a shockwave.

He must have recognized your embarrassment, mouth ticking up slightly as he rumbled in a deep voice, “You may call me Thanatos. I am a Prince of Hel.” Lightning sparked down his toned arms as he spoke, stopping your heart as you tried to hide the fear from your face.

“Helfire,” he murmured, softer this time. At your look of confusion, the handsome male amended, “it is not lighting. It is Helfire,” he explained, holding up one hand to demonstrate the bright power. Apollion’s darkness swirled around him where he sat, creating a maelstrom of power, a dark storm that both stole the air from your lungs and charged the energy in the room.

As they drew in their powers, the air in the room settling, you had the frightening realization. Your wild gaze turned to Thanatos, the male fully smirking at you this time as he merely nodded in confirmation of your suspicions. “I didn’t say ‘lightning’,” you breathed. “Can you read my thoughts?”

Thanatos took two steps closer to you, his large form towering over where you sat on the bed. “Yes,” he drawled, gaze flicking to Apollion’s before he continued. “I have heard every dirty, sinful thought you’ve had about my brother.” He showed no mercy, no pity towards your mortified expression. “And every thought about myself since I arrived, for that matter. Not that I had to. We can smell your desire, it’s quite sweet. No wonder that my brother finds his way here so often.”

You looked to Apollion, your heart pounding as you suddenly became aware of your flush, the slick between your legs, your heavy breasts. His expression hadn’t changed, black eyes still watching you with that predatory stillness. Nervously biting your lip, you subtly rolled your hips against the mattress in an attempt at relief, your arousal building much more quickly now in the presence of both of them.

“But you... you are not an incubus?” you questioned, anxiously watching as Apollion’s wings twitched behind him.

Thanatos scoffed at your side. “No, we do not require your pleasure for our survival.”

“But all creatures of Hel - lesser, or most powerful - acquire... a strength, of sorts, from that pleasure,” Apollion murmured, his nostrils flared, chest heaving. It was the most expressive you had ever seen him, clearly overcome with his hunger. His desire, for you.

“Is that why you continue to show up in my dreams? You are drawn to my... pleasure?” you managed to ask.

Apollion’s gaze raked down your form, as though he could sense how you were fighting not to reach out and touch him. “As I said before, I find you interesting. The potential of bringing you pleasure is one aspect of that.”

You turned to see Thanatos, who had somehow moved even closer to your side, less than an arm’s length away. He smiled down at you, pointed teeth bared in an expression that should have been frightening. “My interest in you is purely carnal. I’ve scented you on my brother, your arousal clinging to him even in Hel. It is tempting.” He clicked his tongue, sizing you up like a meal set before him.

Shaking off the thrill that sent down your spine, you looked between the two princes. “So, what do you want from me, then?”

Apollion’s eyes flickered, his dark aura growing as he leaned closer to you. “Permission. We need permission to touch you,” he breathed, his warm, rich voice like a balm to your fried nerves. Biting back a whimper at their desperate gazes, you nodded.

“You may touch me, please,” you agreed, sitting up and letting the covers drop. Neither prince spared a glance at the nightgown that clung to your body, Apollion instead reaching out a gentlemanly hand - an invitation for you to accept.

The moment you set your hand in his, his darkness consumed the room, your surroundings disappearing as you were sucked into a dark void. You could see nothing, only feeling your lack of clothing, hearing the soft breathing of the two demons at your front and back.

Apollion’s hand released your own, sliding up your arm to rest above your heart. A dizzying sort of pleasure muddled your thoughts, bones feeling weak as Apollion groaned in front of you, the grip of his hand on your chest growing stronger.

“Good girl,” Thanatos whispered, and you felt his naked body press against yours from behind, his hands supporting your waist. Your hair was swept to the side, Thanatos raking his sharp teeth over your neck, small droplets of blood quickly lapped up with a groan.

Apollion’s hand moved from your heart, joining his other as they toyed with your nipples, his mouth alternating sucking and licking on each sensitive bud. With a lewd moan, your legs gave out from the pleasure, but instead of falling to the ground, you found yourself lifted in the air.

You were weightless, floating in this dark void with no eyesight, the brushing of the princes’ bodies against yours the only sign that you were levitating, suspended in the air as Apollion switched placed with Thanatos. Thanatos’s hands slid up your calves, spreading your legs as he moved in between them, the feeling of his warm breath on your inner thighs.

The princes moved in tandem, Apollion’s teeth moving to the same spot on your neck where Thanatos had marked you moments prior, as Thanatos dove into your slick cunt. A moan left your lips, back arching and eyes rolled back as Thanatos’s warm tongue flicked over your clit, sharp teeth nibbling softly as he sucked on the swollen bud.

Warmth trickled down your neck where Apollion held your head, licking and sucking down to your shoulder. His hands twined around your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples between nimble fingers as Thanatos continued his assault on your pussy.

A finger rubbed gently along your folds, slipping into your aching cunt with ease. Obscene wet sounds echoed through the dark space, heat rising to your cheeks as Thanatos slipped in another finger, cooing to you, “don’t be embarrassed, little one.” He curled his fingers against your sensitive walls, your breaths shuddering as you mewled at his expert touch. “Good girl, let us hear those delicious sounds.”

Apollion chuckled from wherever he was behind you, and you could feel his eyes on your body as you clenched around Thanatos’s fingers. “She’s close,” he murmured, and Thanatos hummed as though he had been waiting for that signal.

You screamed at the sudden shock of pleasure that traveled from Thanatos’s tongue, straight to your clit as he sent you spiraling over the edge into your orgasm. Stars danced in your vision, the only source of light as you moaned, babbling incoherently as the prince worked you through your high.

“That is Helfire,” Thanatos murmured, smugness lacing his tone as you struggled to catch your breath. You heard the demons shifting again, and a small yelp escaped you as you were flipped over onto your hands and knees, completely disoriented in this suspended state of darkness.

Apollion’s familiar hands slid up the backs of your thighs, thumbs spreading your ass open before sliding a finger up your dripping slick. The prince groaned behind you, the sound of him sucking on your juices causing you to clench around nothing.

A gentle but firm hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face forward. “Open up,” Thanatos spoke in a low rumble, and you obeyed without question, tongue out as you awaited, eager to please. Precum dripped onto your tongue as the head of his cock pressed into your lips, the demon groaning in pleasure as you sucked the tip, flicking your tongue along his slit.

You leaned forward, hands searching for purchase on Thanatos’s hips as you aimed to take him deeper into your mouth. His cock pushed past your lips, hitting the back of your throat just as you felt Apollion’s hand spreading you further, rubbing his erection against your folds.

Your moan turned to a gag around Thanatos’s thick length, tears pricking at your eyes as the demon prince’s hands guided your jaw to take him even further. “Relax,” he commanded, tapping your throat. Willing yourself to relax, the prince hummed his approval as he slid fully in your throat, your nose pressed against his lower abdomen. “Stay still. Let us do the work,” he murmured, withdrawing his hips slowly.

He thrust back into your mouth at the same time Apollion pushed into your hips, both princes seated fully inside of you. You practically melted, thankful for whatever dark forces held you up as the two of them began thrusting together inside of you, your wanton moans muffled by Thanatos’s cock down your throat.

Silky tendrils like wisps of air circled soothing motions over your body, the cool breeze undulating over your peaked nipples, your swollen clit. You were sent over the edge again, overstimulation wracking through you as the demons continued to use you for their pleasure.

Thanatos twitched in your mouth, tilting your chin up as he said, “swallow it” - your only warning before he spilled down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, tongue flicking out as you collected his remaining seed. The scene must have sent Apollion over the edge, his hips stuttering before he came behind you with a roar.

Your muscles were limp, hardly more than a rag doll as strong arms picked you up bridal style. You were vaguely aware of being back in your bedroom, Apollion pulling the covers over you as Thanatos watched with mild interest.

The demon princes stepped back, darkness beginning to envelop the both of them. “You’re leaving?” you managed to mumble, eyes straining to focus on the pair.

The corner of Apollion’s mouth ticked up, Thanatos’s eyes shimmering with amusement. “Don’t worry, little one. We’ll be back soon.”

~~~

You awoke the next morning, breath catching in your lungs as you recalled last night’s dream - but it felt too real to be a dream. Kicking off your covers, you tumbled out of bed, still clad in your nightgown. You shook your head, taking a large sip of water from the glass next to your bed as you tried to erase the disappointment that it was in your head.

Sighing, you padded into the bathroom, turning on the water for your shower when you felt a soreness on your neck. Hissing at the dull pain, you turned to the bathroom mirror, recognizing the pain as from the same spot where Thanatos and Apollion had bitten you in your dream. But in that spot, etched into your skin like a healing scar, was an eight-pointed star.

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