#professor!Aegon ii

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Cinnamon Crush

PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Student!Reader

WORDS: 3,036.

SUMMARY: It seemed a contagious crush had befallen your fellow pupils of your Psych class, and you were no exception… Only, however, your Professor did not spare you from your lustful thoughts.

WARNINGS: reader is of legal age!!!, teacher x pupil dynamic (with consent), female receiving (fingering), NSFW, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, praise kink.

A/N - thanks to @sugarpopss for feeding into my delusions and horny thots, we brainstormed this idea, and voila! hope you enjoy boo xox

Undertaking this human behaviour psychology class was proving to be both a tease and a taunt. Often, you were a diligent student, reserved in your ways, you never struggled with losing focus nor lacking attention, and yet, something about this class with each passing week, was provoking something devious from within you.

Your attention remained persistent and unwavering, however not on the topic at hand, though rather on your stout and round professor...

Aegon Targaryen, was one of those professors you really had not paid any mind to initially. You scarcely saw him during your first year, as he taught mostly the latter years of tertiary schooling: when his presence was not occupied in teaching tutorials and lectures, he was adamantly hidden away, reclusive to his own office or the teacher's cafeteria. Yet, passing by the corridors, you had heard many whispering gossip from previous pupils, giddily confronting each other of their little "crushes" over their chubby professor. Yet, you had never fully comprehended their words, nor what they saw in the man, till having come face to face with him.

Gradually, as the weeks went by during the semester, you had grown accustomed to his unnerving presence, grand stature, that deep, succulent voice as he monotonously spoke: the longer your keen eyes lusted over his minute details, over his physicality, the more beauty you saw in him. And despite not being that much your senior, he was still older and an authoritative figure in comparison to your colleagues.

His weight was never an issue, nor a flaw that had "turned you off" nor the others. In fact, tediously attempting to search for a textbook in the University's library, you had idly overheard a few of your colleagues gushing over the potential likelihood size of your professor's cock.

"You know what they say about the thicker men, right ladies? I bet it you girls, he'd have you rendered incapable of walking!"

"A girlfriend of mine slept with a guy much larger than herself in size, and she said it was the best sex she ever had-"

"Do you guys not see the way he rubs his belly from time to time, how adorable he looks? Or the way he has powder or icing over his lips that he tastes and licks off?-"

"Well I've made an appointment to see him after hours in his office to discuss the assignment, but I can't guarantee that's all that will happen... Did you guys not notice the way he winked at me? The way our fingers touched when he handed me back my paper?!"

Captivated by their gossip, you began to grow more attentive to your elder professor in class. Noticing the details your enthusiastic peers had picked up, each time you had captured a small indifference, you would make mental notes, often smiling to yourself mindlessly. Now you found yourself, gushing over minor, fleeting incidents, where your fingers brushed against each other, in exchange of papers, or that his larger mass lingered over your desk, during quizzes, lightly feeling the gentle, erotic touch of his distended belly over your arm.

At one point, secluded in your distant seat, in the lecture hall, rather than diligently dotting down notes as you habitually would, you found yourself sketching "A.T + [your initial]" bordered over an arrow-darted love-heart. Shaking your head to yourself, as if you had awoken from a haste sleep, you truly could not fathom the sheer sway Aegon had over you, and yet his oblivious efforts seemed to taunt you a little more...

What felt like 10 hours was a mere one hour that had dulled by. Having spent countless hours deep into the previous night tediously studying, you felt tiresome quarrelling against the inevitable slumber that your body so desperately craved. Your head often bobbing up and down, eyes darting wide awake, shooting up towards your plump professor at the front, writing on the blackboard, his broad back turned towards you. The screeching sound of the white chalk against it, was steady enough to keep you pathetically awake.

Now that your attention was resumed once more on his figure, you delicately glanced over at how fitted his dress shirt looked around certain soft edges. How tight the fabric had grown, since the semester began, as often his pupils sought food as a way to his heart, many had believed. His thighs stocky, you could not deny that his backside was chunky, an innate yet heinous urge to spank and squeeze at his porky flesh. The thought was enough to send a thrilling, dull ache between your thighs, as you hastily squirmed and readjusted in your seat.

Now resuming his focus back unto the class, your eyes widened lusciously at the breathtaking sight of his face, and that swollen stomach. One podgy hand rested atop its distended centre, as the other dropped the chalk to the side, and held up his notes. The tight sleeves of his white dress shirt, folded up only barely making it below his elbows. The black buttons of his tight fitted shirt, close to bursting at its seams, another backed goodie would do the trick to pop them right off, you fathomed. An excitement at the sheer, imaginative scene, Aegon slumped comfortably on a desk chair, relishing in the last few bites of a powdered doughnut, and you... Nestled cosily onto his wide, meaty lap, his thick arm wrapped around your side, his pudgy hand finding its way firmly gripping your thigh, as the other held the pastry good. And your head laying against his stocky shoulder, admiring the man, as your hand slowly, and soothingly rubbed circles against his swelling, tense belly.

Now the preemptive wetness, you could just feel brewing at your aching cunt. The moisture felt thick and warm, at the slightest of movement from below, closing your legs together desperately, fearful that your professor could practically smell you from the distance. Yet he remained unfazed, continuing on his tangent talk. Shoving his reading glasses further into his nose bridge, as he read the loose pages before him. Examining the room, the class was present yet not full, only a few missing, yet everyone either in their own world, whether sketching doodles in their notebooks, or gazing across online sites, the few at the front however, kept their sole attention on Aegon. Yet in your horizon, they stood blocking his view of you further in the back... You were certain your existence in his class was close to fictitious. Just a shadow in the background. He scarcely spoke to you, except for a quick "well done" or haste compliment on an assignment, you were merely just there. Or so you had credulously deluded yourself to believe.

You had never acted so impulsively and yet, you felt that carnal urge, that burning desire to be fulfilled. Envisioning Aegon in the privacy of your dorm was never satisfactory, often always distracted or interrupted, your ethereal vision of him taken from you in an instant. And yet, here he stood before you, in all his glory... Why deny yourself the pleasure? You promised it would be a mild, quick venture.

Your hand began to idly snake its way down below your desktop, whilst the other reached for your black denim jacket, covering your legs and skirt, acting as though a chilly breeze swept by. Your eager fingers pulling up your skirt, as it found its way to the soaked cloth of your sheer, cotton panties. Your cheeks instinctively flushed pink, heat coursing against your face, as the humiliation set in at just how fragile you felt against Aegon’s mere presence, a man that you had not even conversed for any longer than a mere minute.

The thought was unbearable and yet you could not help but succumb to your desires for him.

Panties tugged to the side, a finger slowly slipped in carefully, meticulous to not expose yourself in your movements or your sounds. God forbid, if you had helplessly let out a moan, a cry for his name, you would cease to exist.

With a slow and familiar pace, your hand began to pump in and out of your soaking entrance, your finger delved shyly inside, encircling your silky folds, as your eyes remained fixated on Aegon. Instead your mind alternatively ventured into the aching thought, instead of pleasing yourself, your generous professor was instead in your stead, eager to teach you his wisdom, how to please a woman, how to psych your mind to pleasure through his experienced touch, and the constant praise of what a “good girl” you’ve been for him, his best pupil yet.

Envisioning his handsome, soft face just inches apart from yours, as his plump, wet lips grazed over yours before falling into a kiss. Wondering what his mouth would taste like, concluding a sweet, cinnamon taste lingering from all the baked goodies he would devour. You ached to feel his adipose flesh beneath your grasp, kneading at his plump, fair skin, suckling at his sensitive fat, leaving red, blatant marks on his pale skin. Your free hand now rested on your desk, you firmly gripped the edge of the desk, intuitive for some support, as your hip bucked slightly forward, shoving your finger deeper into your oozing cunt.

The excitement remained stagnant, and having noticed no changes to your surroundings, no curious or suspicious looks earned, you confidently implored, inserting another digit between your velvet folds, your motions stretching your walls out, as your pace began to haste a notch.

The tight feeling of your innocent walls clenching around your fingers, your mind wandered to the memory of overhearing the notion of Aegon’s cock. Your mind intoxicated with the idea of its girth, the words of your fellow peers, echoing in your mind as you relished in the sensation of Aegon’s thick, throbbing cock painfully stretching you out instead.

“Thicker dudes have thicker cocks, c'mon this is known. They’ll stretch you out and it will hurt like fuck at first, but God is it worth it—”

Deeper your digits shoved themselves, eager to graze over that sweet, sweet spot, leaning more forward over your desk instinctively, your free hand gripping the desk, now subtly covering your mouth, in an attempt to muffle the moans. From time to time, you needed to muster the consciousness to open your eyes, trying to mask your actions with some normalcy, as your professor continued to speak. You swore for a split second, that his eyes hovered towards your direction, yet he persevered, unfazed by your discrete, promiscuous nature.

Gods, you were desperate for the man. If he had simply called out your name, that would be supple enough to make you cum.

Much to your oblivious and ignorant mind, you hadn’t realised that your jacket began to slip away beneath your knees, from all your squirming and pacing motions. Slowly and slowly, too occupied in your conceited ways, the jacket finally fell to the floor, your legs spread apart to accomodate for your hand and its motion, you hadn’t realised your licentious exposure, until the air conditioned chill of the room settled across your bare skin. Yet your hand remained inside of you, your pace now slowed, as your eyes fell back to Aegon, your awareness regaining itself. Seconds spared as you froze in motion, before realising your professors’s gaze remained fixated firmly onto you, his lilac orbs dropping down intently eyeing your lower half. Hastily, pushing his glasses against the nose bridge once more, clearing his throat, he looked hastily down as he stuttered on his words. Immediately, you gathered yourself into composure. That familiar, prior flustered feeling coaxed you once more, the embarrassment visibly flaring in your meek face, as you dared not to look towards Aegon.

Caught in fuss, as you prayed for your existence to simply disappear, the class had been dismissed, and you hastily attempted to gather your belongings, as they fell to your feet clumsily. Just as you’d picked up the last of the fallen stationary, shoving everything into your handbag, the sudden shout for your name, from a familiar, deep voice boomed from below the lecture hall.

“Y/N, if I could see you for a second, please?” Aegon shouted, as you frighteningly stared at him, shyly nodding as you hesitantly walked down the steps. Aegon remained, partially sat at the edge of his wooden desk, his thick arms folded across his belly, making him look even more brooding. Never this up close, you only just realised how feeble you looked against his larger stature, a few inches taller, yet wider than you his frame would engulf yours, if anyone looked from beyond him, your presence would go unnoticed. His eyes remained locked onto the entrance of the class, as each pupil filed out, some without a goodbye and others desperate for some acknowledgement before giddily pacing out, as he exchanged friendly goodbye wink.

Now it was solely you two remaining. The room felt vastly larger, yet suffocating simultaneously. This overbearing tightness brewing in your chest, as you clenched your notebook closer to your chest. Despite now being fully clothed and composed, you felt naked in his presence, the shame settling in.

“How’s the semester been treating you, Y/N?”

That was strange, you hadn’t expected him to ask that. Whether it was the unexpected question or the shame, you struggled to muster the strength of your voice, as the words remained choked in your throat.

“I-I suppose it’s okay. Stressful, but okay, S-Sir.”

“I gather you’ve been busy with your studies, with exams and what not coming up. I rarely see you out of the library, not even the cafeteria.”

He noticed? You could scarcely fathom his words, and yet it was true. With the semester’s end exams looming in the horizon, you had kickstarted your thorough studies, desperate to cram every bit of information into your memory before it was too late. At times, you were so preoccupied, food was not an option, otherwise your roommate would politely gather you some sustenance from outside.

“I-I just don’t have the time for anything else these days, th-than to study… S-Sir.”

As you found courage to respond, in the meanwhile, Aegon had shut the door close, the hall becoming just a little more suffocating, trapping you in his sole presence, before he resumed his previous stance.

“Is that why you wished to put on that little show up there? Is that your call for help, hmm?”

Taken aback, you felt the scarlet blush of your cheeks flare up in heat, your lips mouthing open yet not words echoed through. Your eyes pondered to the ground seldomly, unable to maintain eye contact, as Aegon released a growling chuckle.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I suppose, I was just not expecting that from you—”

A wave of disappointment wretched and hurled in your stomach, as his words engraved in your mind. Shooting your eyes rapidly up at him, shaking your head you profusely began to apologise.

“It-It was unlike me, Aegon- I-I mean Professor. I am not the type that does ugh- that sort of thing, I-I am unsure of what came over me, p-please don’t fail me—”

As you breathlessly plead your case, taking a small step towards Aegon, you felt your eyes swelling with hot tears, as one fell across your tender cheek.

“Hey-Hey, what makes you think I would fail you? I’m not disappointed, Y/N—”

A loose strand of your hair had fallen besides your face unknowingly, yet Aegon took the decency to brush it across, stroking the strand behind your ear, as his pudgy hand cupped your face, the other gently rubbing at your side for reassurance. His touch was just as divine as you had imagined, feeling your senses slowly begin to collapse.

“I’m just surprised… A little esteemed. If I’m being quite honest, I would expect that behaviour from the others, but you? Not in my wildest dreams… You never cease to amaze me, huh?”

The last words he uttered, his thumb lightly flicked at your chin, lifting it subtly up, as he nudged for you to look up at him. Met with his warm smile, you bashfully returned the favour, completely smitten.

“I suppose I’ll have to change classes? Professor Lannister might—”

“There will be no such thing, you’re staying here. You’re my best student. And besides, Lannister’s a perv. One look at you, and he’ll think he has a chance.”

“B-But, where do we- how do we move on f-from this, exactly, Sir?”

Aegon resumed leaning back on the desk, plopping himself down, the wood creaked beneath his heavier mass, as his hands remained firmly holding yours.

“We tell no one… No one needs to know. I still teach you and you, well—”

Licking his soft lips, his eyes feasted over you, hungrily lingering from head to toe, devouring you as if you were some dessert out before him, that he was about to spoil himself silly with.

“—you can sit up there and still tease me all you wish, but perhaps… You would rather find more comfort in the privacy of my office. How about you meet me there at 5pm, just for some one on one lessons. I guarantee it’ll help with your studies. Let me help you to ugh- prepare.”

“I-I suppose that would be okay, if that is what you best advise. I-Is that what you want from me, Sir? For me to keep my pretty mouth shut, and do as I am told?”

Now the tables turned, the sudden outburst of an ego from your end, having been swayed by Aegon’s sly remarks, he remained somewhat… Impressed. Closing the distance between you both, his gut now pressing up against you, your breasts being pushed up against it. Precisely as how you creatively envisioned it, his plump lips crushed against your own, the sweet, sugary taste lingering in his mouth was a pleasant one, as his tongue pried its way into your own, before releasing as he inhaled a deep breath.

“You keep being that pretty, obedient girl I know you are, and I’ll show you just how proud I am of you.”

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around the fur ; aegon targaryen

pairing ; aegon targaryen ii x reader

words ; 2k ish

about ; an in depth understanding into the relationship between you and aegon targaryen. you had known each other since you were children; you wanted each other, lusted for one another . . . a tumultuous pattern that went around and around like a wheel.

warning(s) ; very little fluff, swearing, sexual themes, mentions of smut but not explicit smut?, it's not yandere but it's definitely not a healthy relationship, angst?, targaryen realness, my professor says i write too many words so that's a warning in itself.

authors note ; okay okay so i kinda wrote this as more of a word dump? i'm quite obsessed with aegon right now and definitely taking requests for aegon and aemond and possibly other hotd characters!

The confines of the Red Keep was something that you had grown accustomed to whilst growing up. You were soon coming to learn every staircase, where to find the best view of the sky at night, where to go when you wanted to be alone . . . everything. A part of that was of your own curiosity, though most of it had to do with your longtime childhood friend — Aegon Targaryen.

"My father will have me hanged if I am late for dinner again, Aegon," You whined, hands gripping your skirts as the two of you ran through the gardens. The hour was growing late, sun setting in pale hues of pinks and oranges. That was the sign that you should return to your chambers and wait for your father to come join you, or the other way around. But lately you had forgotten the time, leading to your father's angered words.

He was a lesser lord, but a lord nonetheless, and your home was originally in the southwest part of Westeros near Highgarden. Though, your father often was demanded at court, and it became easier to just move there for the time being. You couldn't remember much of your childhood before Kings Landing, this was your home.

"You will be back in time for supper, I promise," Aegon said, not even glancing in your direction as he slowed down. The two of you were far enough away from the keep that you knew he was giving false hope, but you believed him anyways. He was your best friend, the closest person you had here except for Helaena and sometimes Daeron, but both siblings tended to want alone time. Aegon was always the person you went to, he would say yes to playing no matter what. "Besides, if he eats without you, I can ask for something to be brought up to your chambers."

"I can do that myself," You said, laughing at him thinking that you could be so helpless.

Aegon stopped in his tracks, finally turning to look at you. "But, I would want to."

You smiled, a pale blush coming to your cheeks. You were both only one and two, the world was still so new. Things were bright and shiny, a world that was filled with many wondrous things for you to see. You didn't understand concepts like love, only that it was what others were supposed to have for their spouses.

You walked up closer to him now, able to see his face painted with the colors of the sunset. You quite liked the lighting like this, you thought to yourself, it made Aegon's pale hair have a glow, accenting his pale violet eyes. He wasn't quite taller than you, but he was always very quick to saying he would grow to be as tall as his father someday. You chose not to mention it, only granting him another smile and pressing your ankles off the ground, reaching to give a quick peck on his cheek.

Before he could say anything, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the gates. You had to get to dinner, after all.

That was where it all started.

You were older now, one and seven, and it had been somewhat of an eventful year. You were to think about marrying now, multiple lords coming to your father and mother with hopes that they would grant your hand. They were stalling, almost as if they were keeping inventory of all the men that wanted you. It made you sick to your stomach, especially when your head and heart led you elsewhere.

You could swear he was doing it to you on purpose. The sickly sweet spell that Aegon had put you under hadn't let up, relentlessly bringing you back to him whenever you attempted to do otherwise.

His silver locks had grown out into a wavy pattern that you found yourself staring at, wondering what it felt like to run your hands through it. Hands gripped firmly on the gauntlet, which kissed his lips every time he yearned for a sip of the honeyed wine he had sent up for the two of you. It was a dreary day outside, meaning that your usual escapades would have to resume indoors. There wasn't much to do, and you were aware he was trying to get away from his mother's meddling. You watched, almost a little too intently, at the way his tongue pressed in between his teeth as he tasted the fine wine, licked it from his lips and set the gauntlet down, returning to laying down on the cushion between you and him.

In order to try and avoid watching his every move, which you found yourself attempting to do a lot these days, you fancied yourself a book. It was something about the War on Dorne, how the Targaryen's had failed to conquer the land of the south. To be truthful, you were trying your hardest to pay attention, but you couldn't. He was doing something to you.

"Are you okay?" Aegon asked, snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you to reality once again. His eyes were focused on you, his vision looking upside down as he stayed laying down on the cushion.

Your eyes narrowed. "Yes?"

"You've been staring," He stated bluntly, seemingly unbothered as he reached to take another sip of his wine. This time, however, he stayed upright, bringing his attention to you. His arms held himself up, turning his body to face you as he said, "You do that a lot."

"No I don't," You said, your first instinct to grow defensive.

Instead of being defensive back, Aegon only laughed, an almost comical grin taking over his face. Your eyebrow rose, wondering what in the seven hells he was thinking. Like Aegon did every day, he spoke bluntly. "Have you ever been kissed?" Almost as if he was mocking you.

The question threw you off guard, unable to give him an answer right away. You were hesitant to shake your head, because the answer was no, you hadn't been kissed. While it was normal for Aegon to go about and do what he wanted with various women (something that you spent a considerable time worrying about as of late), you were not allowed to do such things. You were meant to stay as pure as you could, virginal, untouched. Of course you hadn't been kissed, he should know that, but instead he held the same stupid quizzical look on his face.

"No," You confessed, closing the book in your lap. "Would you like to elaborate as to why you felt the need to ask?"

Aegon leaned forward and kissed you. His scent enveloped you as much as his body did, it was such a brash action that you were unaware if you were dreaming or this was real life. After a few moments passed, his lips still working against yours, slowly, as if he was trying to teach you the motion, you were sure this was real life.

You didn't stop him.

His hands gripped your sides, sending sparks of electricity in their wake as he touched you there, and there, and there. His kisses were all consuming, leaving you entrenched in the feeling of only him, only Aegon. If you were to pull away, he would only pull you closer, a constant push and pull, both of you wanting for something that seemingly was unattainable. Neither of you wanted to stop.

A wave of satisfaction spilled forward in your soul, your heart intertwining into his with every touch, every sigh that passed your parted lips. At some point his kiss broke and he sent his mouth going lower and lower, against the soft skin of your collarbone, casually nipping at the skin that was exposed.

You wondered how you got here, pressed into the darkened corner of a hallway, on the outskirts of the Red Keep, hoping that no one would pass by and witness the outright sinful actions that you were partaking in. It wasn't the first time, and it surely wouldn't be the last. You learned quickly that once Aegon set his eyes on something, he wouldn't let it out of his sight until he had it. And when he looked at you, you supposed he saw a challenge. You were so virtuous, so pure, innocent, something fragile that he felt the need to break. He felt the need to take.

And you let him, with not many thoughts opposed. Ever since he had kissed you, all you could think about was the next time that you would be kissed. It was strange at first, meeting with him and wondering if he had forgotten what had happened, or it wouldn't happen again. But it did, it happened many times that you had to change locations. After all, who would marry you if you were caught?

You let out a breathy sigh, closing your eyes and thrusting your head back, allowing for him to have more access to your neck. As you opened your eyes, the soft dim light of the sun beginning the set blinded you, mixing with the embellished strands of his hair. He came up to face you, nipping at your lips, violet eyes staring intently into your own. It was his way of asking if you were okay, even though he knew the answer.

"What is it?" You asked, your hand brushing against his cheek.

He shook his head, it wasn't important. Instead his hands reached under the skirts of your dress, skin grazing against the soft skin of your thigh. You gasped, rather loudly, making him capture your lips in another kiss to silence you.

His kisses were soft despite his tough exterior, but they were not without intention. Every time his lips made contact with a piece of your skin you could feel his want, his desire, like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how hard he tried. It was like you were his church and he was on his knees, praying for forgiveness for his sins, praying to your body that he worshipped unlike all the faceless gods in the world. Your hands collided with his hair, intertwining the soft locks of silver and pulling on it, pulling him closer.

Eventually more clothes came off, more skin against skin. He found solace again in your tiny sighs and moans that left your lips when he kissed there and there . . . and especially there.

You found yourself lost in it, lost in the fire that he created around you. You were certain that you were always meant to burn together. To love him was to love the hot embers of a forest fire, pressing your hands farther and farther into the flames no matter how much your body screamed to let go. It was all consuming, a love that suffocated you like smoke and left you burning for days. He was always burning, and sometimes you wondered if you just got caught up in the flames.

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your thoughts are chef‘s kiss, but the teacher!aemond got me in a chokehold

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.

Teacher! Aemond thots becoming everyone's problem and I love it 🤭

You had gotten up early and ready for your day at King's Landing collage before heading out to your classes, after a couple of hours and lunch break you finally sat down in your history class setting up your books as you happily glanced over at Aemond while biting your lower lip having heard he was the best-looking professor at King's landing which so far had only been proven true and made it hard for most students pay attention even you yourself couldn't focus. Aemond is lecturing in front of his class. He speaks clearly, with the command and knowledge of someone who is an expert in their field. "And so, we saw the final battle for control of Westeros during the Dance. With the death of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the defeat of her supporters at the hands of King Aegon II, it was as if the realm finally turned a corner after so many years of civil war." He pauses for a moment, glancing briefly at you in the front row, making sure no others are watching. He stood at the blackboard explaining the events of the Dance of the Dragons. Suddenly, noticing you had been biting your lower lip and paying close attention to him. He stopped his lecture and looked at you more closely. "Are you interested in the material I'm presenting?" He asked with a smirk.

You nodded with a slight shrug. "It's pretty interesting," you replied. You leaned forward in your chair to give Aemond a fuller view of yourself. You crossed your legs, and he noticed the skirt riding up your thighs. He couldn't help his eyes from traveling up your legs as he felt a stirring in his pants. You looked at him, a smirk appearing on your lips. You nodded again giving a better answer. "It's very helpful sir." You said with a very sweet tone, your eyes on him and only him. "It's the best way I've learned… so far." Aemond just rolled his eyes and continued with the lecture, his gaze wandering at your lips from time to time. As Aemond finishes the lecture, he notices your eyes are still on him. Your look is teasing and he can almost feel it. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure a bit. "Ok then, that covers what happened during the Dance. But it's also important to understand why it happened, and how it impacted the political structure of Westeros afterward, so that will be your homework."

He takes his time to talk, and his attention stays on his notes. His eyes glance briefly at your outfit and he wonders if you were intentionally trying to distract him. Aemond sees you cross your legs, revealing your thighs and short skirt. He swallows hard as he returns his eyes to the front, knowing exactly what you want from him. "Glad to hear that. I understand the material can be very complex at times." He reaches down and adjusts his growing hardness, aware that you likely noticed the movement. "Any chance I can convince you to stay a little late and ask any last-minute questions?". Your smile grew wider, giving him a sexy smirk before you spoke. "Of course sir. I have so many questions to ask about the Dance. I hope you have enough stamina to answer all of them." Aemond's eyes grow sharp and his gaze fixed on you. "Oh, trust me… I do." Without further thought, Aemond takes a deep breath. His eyes on you were hungry, looking at your every inch, from head to toe, without shame even as all the other students left leaving both alone.

Aemond watches as the other students leave the room, aware that you both are now all alone. He shifts in his seat slightly, noticing how his body is reacting to you without even a touch, but trying to ignore it to the best of his ability. He is a handsome, in-shape man, yet he cannot help but feel nervous by your smirk and the teasing look in your eyes looking at him. "Well, I certainly have plenty of time today for you. Do you want to stay behind and continue the lesson? Or do you think there is some other way we might be able to spend our spare time?" Aemond grins wickedly, enjoying the way the two of you are alone now. With all of the students being well out of earshot and the classroom locked, he leans over the desk to whisper to you. "I've actually got no other commitments today. I thought you and I could have our own private lesson." He licks his lips, eyeing you up and down. "Perhaps in my office?" You stood up from your place and put your hands on your hips before speaking up. "I have no question about your history lesson, professor." You looked at him in a seductive way, with a smirk on your lips. "I think we both know how we would spend our spare time." Your eyes wander all over Aemond's body. You never had any feelings for any other teacher and thought he was a good, kind man. But… oh, it was true. You had been waiting for this moment months ago. You slowly nodded your head and moving closer to stand closer to Aemond. "You're sure it's not a problem?" You asked as your eyes wandered at him, noticing every movement, every muscle of Aemond's body underneath the shirt. You could not help yourself. Your body craved him. You leaned toward him slowly, your eyes never leaving him.

Aemond notices the obvious way you are staring at him; there was no mistaking what you wanted from him. He swallows hard, looking you up and down, noticing the curve of your hips and the way your skirt clings to your thighs. His body is reacting just as much as yours is. "Not at all." He says in a deeper voice than usual. "The classroom is empty anyway, and I am here to assist any students who require further instruction." He gives you a knowing look before leaning closer to you as well. Aemond's breath catches in his throat as you moved closer to him. He stares into your eyes, noticing how your gaze lingers on his body, seeing how your body is reacting to him, and also how he is reacting to you as if he wasn't jerking off each time class ended with the image of you bent over his desk. "I'm quite certain it isn't a problem," he says softly, his eyes not leaving yours. He moves his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek. He leans towards you, his lips hovering just a few inches away from yours. Your heart was racing with excitement. Your body moved so naturally and smoothly to him. Your breaths combined create a soft cloud around them. Your eyes locked to his and you couldn't let go. Aemond's caress sends shivers down your spine, slowly you pressed your forehead to his and whispers. "Don't say."

You didn't need words to describe what you wanted. Your lips were soft and inviting, like warm silk, you tasted like sweet honey. Your bodies move together in harmony, in a dance-like movement. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hand caress your cheek. Your legs trembled slightly as your eyes on his lips, longing for his sensual kisses and strong lips. Your breath was short and rapid as his face was close to you. You couldn't bear the way Aemond looked at you any longer. You took the final step and leans toward him, pressing your lips to his and embracing him tightly. Your kiss felt like an eternity for you. Nothing matters at that moment. You wanted Aemond more than anything in the world. The kiss becomes deeper and you pull each other's body closer. Aemond kisses you back passionately, feeling your body pressing against him as the kiss heats up and becomes more rough. Your bodies feel like they were made for each other, moving as one and exploring each other's bodies. After a few moments, Aemond breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily and looking down into your eyes. "You are even more incredible than I had imagined," he whispers, his voice full of passion and desire. "I never would have thought you wanted me this much. You are everything I expected, and more."

You kissed him again, unable to let him go. Then your hands reach down to his shirt. You started to unbuttoned his shirt one by one slowly as your lips still connected. Your hands wander all over Aemond's body. You bit his lower lips passionately before you whispered to him. "Aemond… I want you…" You leaned closer and gives him a long and deep kiss. Your bodies finally intertwined with each other. You couldn't help yourself as you felt his body against you grinding your hips against his thigh. His touch and kisses were like fire in your body. It was so hard to control yourself at that moment. You were so hungry for his love. "Aemond, please." You whispered. You slowly pulled Aemond to one of the empty desks as you pressed your body more onto him. "I want you to make love with me." Your voice is soft and desperate as you looked into his beautiful eyes. Aemond allows you to unbutton his shirt, loving the feeling of your hands moving all over his body. He kisses you back passionately and his hands run up your body, caressing your soft skin and feeling your curves. "Mmm," he murmurs as he feels your body pressed up against him groaning as he tensed his thigh for you, "I want you too, baby." He feels you pull him towards a desk, and Aemond does not resist the opportunity. He eagerly kisses you back, as his hands explore your body and move to your skirt before pushing you gently to lay back on his desk.

"Oh, god, yes. Yes, Aemond!" You groaned. Aemond's hands were a heaven-sent for you. You wanted Aemond to touch and love every inch of your body, and you will let him. Your legs slowly open widely before his eyes. You closed your eyes and felt the excitement grow inside your body. You tilted your head back with a soft sigh, feeling his hands caress your waist and hips. His kisses were driving you crazy. Your body felt hot, your breath heavy. You want to have him and take all of him. Your heart beat rapidly and your moans grew louder as you continued kissing passionately. "Aemond, please." Your voice was breathless. You couldn't wait any longer as you reached down to his pants, unbuttoning it with shaking hands. "I need you. Now." Aemond lets out a moan as he feels your hands touching him. His breath becomes heavy as you spread your legs, revealing yourself completely to him. "God, I want you," he whispers, his voice desperate and raw. His breath becomes quick and heavy with every kiss. He reaches down to help you take off his trousers. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs to you, kissing you again. "And so much more incredible than I ever could have imagined."

"Gods, you're so hot," he moans, his voice full of passion. He kisses down your neck, feeling your hands all over his body. His hands move down your body holding your waist in a tight grip, feeling your curves and groaned as he pulled your panties to the side seeing how soaked you were. Your body is just as he imagined it would be, and your eagerness to get him inside of you is too much for him to resist. "I need you too, Angel. I need you so badly," Aemond moans in pleasure as you wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to slide his hard cock into your wall walls and explore your body with his hands. He quickly removes his shirt, his chest and abs visible for you to see. One of his hands caressed your waist, your thighs, and your breasts. His lips continue to kiss passionately at your neck, his touch making you moan even louder. "You are mine," he whispers seductively into your ear.

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[velaryqns]

Velaryqn's Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my new Masterlist, this contains all of the fics I have written as well as the fandoms I will write for and rules, please make sure to look closely before sending requests at what I will write for!!

Fandoms Include/Masterlist:

Criminal Minds

House MD

ASOIAF

Harry Potter

How to Get Away With Murder

Succession

911

Marvel

I will not write...

Smut

Child Loss

Professor x Student (or anything that creates an illegal age gap)

Physical, Mental, or any other kind of abuse

Incestuous relationships

Characters I will not write for... (these reasons are either because I do not like these characters, they're overhyped, etc.)

Aegon Targaryen II

Aemond Targaryen

Bucky Barnes

James Potter

Sirius Black

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff

Alicent Hightower

Criston Cole

There's more I cannot think of, but do not be afraid to ask if I will write for someone or not!

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[targaryen-dynasty]

hey bestie, not sure if you’re still doing those celebration asks, I’m late to the party 🥲

But could I get the moodboard of Aegon ii as a college professor x fem!student aesthetic 🥰

ilysm, and am so proud of your accomplishment! so well deserved 🤍🤍🤍🤍

- @lovelykhaleesiii

Hi, bby!! It‘s not too late! Tysm 🫶🏻

Hope this is what you had in mind!!

Let‘s celebrate my milestone!

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[bitchyglitterfox]

Bitchyglitterfox Masterlist

All of my Fics are Reader Insert

Last updated: April 24 2023

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My Recommendation List

House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones

Rhaenyra Targaryen

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Alicent Hightower

The Queen's Secret **

Daemon Targaryen

Moon of my life **

Dragon Riders

Ser Harwin Strong

Coming Soon

Ser Criston Cole

I'll Gladly Be Your Whore **

Aegon Targaryen II

Bath Time

He May Be A Beast Or A Troll

Helaena Targaryen

My Sweet Helaena**

Aemond Targaryen

Little Dove **

Jacerys Velaryon

Remember Me

Christmas Cookies - Modern AU

Go Get'em Tiger

Multiple Characters

Dead Girl Walking

Decorating The Christmas Tree - Modern AU

Series

Survive - Zombie Apocalypse and Modern AU

Marvel - Cinematic and Sonyverse

Moon Knight

Moon Boys Go To Knotts

Rise Once More

Doppelganger

Traditions

Down Bad For Teacher **

The System As College Professors

Sour

Kpop Groups I Think The Moon Boys Would Be Into

Who The Hell Is Moon Knight

Pegging The Moon Knight System**

Jack Russell

Dia De Los Muertos

Champurrado Kisses In the Moonlight

Sorry I Couldn't Save You

Sex Pollen**

Bucky Barnes

A Love Through The Ages

Dancing In The Moonlight

Don't Ever Call Me Doll

With You Til The End Of The Line

Steve Rogers

Travelin' Soldier

One Last Dance

NSFW Alphabet**

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Valentines Day

Moonlight Sunrise

Pietro Maximoff

Angel

Stephan Strange

Anal Play**

Fate

Tony Stark

The One That Got Away

Clint Barton

Marry Me

Peter Parker

Petals and Bullets(TASM)

Always Second Best(TASM)

Full Moon(MSM) Werewolf AU

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Happy Birthday - Various Avengers

How They Are One Your Period** - MoonKnight and Jack Russell

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Moon Knight and Jack Russell

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My!** Jack Russell and Moon Knight

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Blinding Light** (Hiatus) - Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again Pt 2(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

Dirty Little Secret** - Moon Knight

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

The Siren And The Fairy**

Stuck

Steve Harrington

Amnesia

First Snow Day

Eddie Munson

Oopsie Daisy

Feeding Time

Christmas Movies

After Concert Treat**

Nancy Wheeler

Coming soon

Jonathan Byers

Breathe Play**

Argyle

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

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Star Wars - OG!Trilogy, Prequels, Sequels, and Shows

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Anakin Skywalker

In Another Life

Luke Skywalker

Shower Sex**

Din Djarin

Forever and Always

Poe Dameron

Hey There Fly Boy

Slashers

House Of Wax

Relaxation

Saviors

Halloween OG and RZ

The Boy

Save Me

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Showing The Hewitts How To Season Their Food

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Suckin Off The Slashers**

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Sinclair Brothers and Thomas Hewitt

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Triple Frontier

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

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Belly Lift

Will 'Ironhead' Miller

Coming soon

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No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten

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Clementine

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König

Silly little Thoughts

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[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Once I get through law school and get my JD, if I ever decide to become a contracts law professor, the first thing I’d do is use “House of the Dragon” to explain the importance of written contracts:

“As you can see in episode 9, since Viserys never got it in writing that he wanted Rhaenyra to inherit the Iron Throne, it’ll be much harder for Rhaenyra to dispute Aegon II’s claim. A written will would’ve easily stopped Alicent from claiming that, with no other witnesses around, she heard Viserys declare that Aegon should be made heir.”

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

@sugarpoppss2 and I were discussing heinous thots on chubby!professor Aeg [as you do] and when I tell you I’m about to write something VILE ughh— 🥵

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[coppoladelrey]

I posted 311 times in 2022

That's 233 more posts than 2021!

37 posts created (12%)

274 posts reblogged (88%)

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#aemond targaryen - 78 posts

#alicent hightower - 54 posts

#asoiaf - 36 posts

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#lana del rey - 18 posts

#self reblog - 16 posts

#answered - 11 posts

#criston cole - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#grrm knew that the half targs were going to be too good at ruling

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#5

The Pretender - Masterlist

Summary: You are the spitting image of a Lady of the Reach, when she framed you for a crime you did not commit you become her and marry her betrothed, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Chapter l

Chapter ll

Chapter lll

Chapter lV

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370 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#4

Cherry

A/N: I took inspiration from Lana Del Rey’s song called Cherry, I hope you guys like it. The fic is a little out there, but I love AUs and I don’t think I’ve seen one of those around. (If you know any, send them my way. I’d love to read other AUs with our favourite momma’s boy.) Please let me know what you think, as I said it’s kinda out there, even if it’s to tell me that it’s sucked lol.

Summary: You were obsessed with your History Professor, what you didn’t know was that he was obsessed with you as well.

Professor!Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: smut, power imbalance (?), dub con (but not really?), unprotected sex (I mean it’s a fic, don’t do this IRL), a bit of angst and fluff, Minors DNI.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime.

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His voice was angelic, nothing could distract you from him. Professor Aemond was your history professor, Roman history was his field. You didn't need to be here, you were in STEM but you love History so you took it as an elective. It was so wrong, but you were lusting after your History Professor. You remember clear as day the first day you saw him.

You were excited about your history lesson, Roman history fascinated you that’s why you were sitting on the first row you couldn’t wait for this. There was only you and another boy in the class, which was about to start in 20 minutes. You decided to begin to do your homework from one of your classes, it was easy enough, you’d never admit that to anyone else but you were one of the smartest people in the university.

People started coming in but you paid no mind, you were in the zone and your homework was almost finished. You didn't realize that the Professor just came through the door, your pen was in your mouth and your brows were furrowed in concentration. The Professor noticed you, wearing a short skirt, tights and a turtleneck, you looked delicious but Aemond had a reputation to uphold. He was in front of you now but you didn't notice it, everyone was now looking at you.

You heard laughter from the people that shared your class, you looked up and you saw who you assumed was the Professor, he was wearing all black and he had an eye patch and scar which made him look sexy. His face was as if it was carved by God himself, his hands were behind his back and his facial expression was stern, you quickly sat up straight and closed your laptop. He kept looking at you which you only could as contempt for a few more seconds and went back to his desk.

“I am Professor Aemond Targaryen, to simply put any potential rumours at rest,” He pointed at the eye patch. “This was an unfortunate hunting accident with my nephew Luke, and my eye could not be saved.” Aemond preferred to get the story out of the way because he knew how students can get curious. “Now let’s start the class.”

The class went smoothly after that, and you were sure that his voice was going to be ingrained in your mind, it was smooth and sultry. Professor Aemond looked at you every ten minutes, not enough to raise suspicions but enough to make you aware that you were being watched. Aemond was a great professor, he didn't like to brag but it was true.

It was almost time for the class to be finished, everyone was getting their belongings in their bags, including you. That’s when Aemond decided to speak.

“I must speak with you, Miss.” His voice was stern, it left no room for argument. Your classmates were snickering and feeling sorry for you, after everyone else left you went to his table.

“I do not appreciate that kind of dismissive behaviour in my class, miss?” You said your full name and Aemond appreciated the sound of your voice.

“I apologise, Professor. I was twenty minutes early, so I decided to finish one of my assignments but I’ll take this class very seriously.” Aemond simply hummed and dismissed you with his hand, you went back to your seat and he appreciated the sway of your hips, you hurried out of class.

You were roommates with a girl called Ellie, she was a sophomore while you were a junior. It was a bit unsettling how much she knew about everyone’s lives, it was as if she had eyes everywhere. If a professor had issues either with family, or drugs she knew about it. It wasn’t a surprise when you were back to your dorm, she already knew that you had a mishap with professor Aemond.

“What did you do? What did the professor hottie say?” To be completely honest you were surprised that she didn't know what the two of you talked about.

“I got in the zone and didn't see him come in, she got angry and wanted to talk to me.” Ellie knew how you could get when you were concentrated, she never met anyone as dedicated as you to your studies. You didn't drink, you didn't party, your parents were poor, and you were on a scholarship you couldn’t afford a mistake, unlike Ellie.

“Be careful next time, he has a reputation.” Her statement confused you.

“What reputation?”

“He doesn’t forgive mistakes, of any kind. If you mess up in his class you are out, I’m surprised that you’re still allowed.” Ellie was eyeing you suspiciously, she hasn’t known you that long so her opinion of you wasn’t formed yet.

“He didn't say that I could come back.” Now you were worried, even though you didn't need to take this class, you loved Roman History it’d be awful to be kicked out for an innocent mistake.

“HA! Trust me, he would make it clear that you were out of his class. People say that he loves making his students squirm and cry more than anything.” Ellie left you, she needed to go meet with her boyfriend.

You didn't get that impression from the professor, sure he was stern but he wasn’t mean to anyone. You decided to not let Ellie’s words taint professor Aemond in your mind, you were going to make your judgement of him. Looking at the clock you realised that you were late for your next class.

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Your next History class was the next week, and your mind was plagued with thoughts of your mysterious professor, his voice was in your dreams as well as himself.

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422 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#3

The Pretender - Chapter l

A/N: So Aemond inspired me to write again, hope you guys like it and please let me know if I should do more of this story. Feedback is greatly appreciated, even if it’s to say that it sucks LOL.

Summary: You are the spitting image of a Lady of the Reach, when she framed you for a crime you did not commit you become her and marry her betrothed, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Violence, let me know if there’s anything else.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

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Life at your grandparents’ farm wasn’t easy, but it was all you knew. Waking up before the sun, milking the cows, taking take of the sheep, making sure the crops were growing properly, cleaning the chicken coop, everything that your grandparents couldn’t do. There was one thing that you loved more than anything, and that was horses, your family didn't have the money for one, so you tried to find wild horses, they were fearless and dangerous but you were able taim most of them.

A horse that hasn’t left your side since you were only thirteen was a black horse, he was a beauty, he always found you, having a domestic side but always wild at heart. You named him Arrow, due to the fact that he’s so quick, always has been. Arrow always found his way back to you, and he loved you and you loved him, you didn't have enough money for a saddle, so you rode him bareback.

After your chores you went to find Arrow, it was a freeing feeling being able to ride on his back, being tired didn't matter, worrying about what to do after your grandparents die, being tired after a long day at the farm, none of that matters when you’re with Arrow.

You were whistling, looking for Arrow in a field the grass was tall the sun was almost setting and you saw him, he was eating. You approached him, and he looked at you, the bond was strong between the two of you.

“I’ve missed you, Arrow.” You put your head on his, and he neighed you’d like to think that he missed you as well. “Let’s ride.” You jumped on his back, you tried to care for him, brushing his hair but he always came back more wild than before.

You always let Arrow decide where to take you, he knew the Reach quite well and took you to so many different and exciting places. You held on tight to his hair and he went. You closed your eyes, and the wind on your face was incredible, sometimes you wished to be like Arrow, being attached to nowhere.

Arrow stopped by a river, and you came off of him and started drinking water off the river. The sun was setting so you started thinking about coming back home. You started touching Arrow, you wished that he would come home with you but you loved him too much to sentence him to such a cruel fate, he was free. You heard hustling from the trees, you decided to leave. But it was too late, a couple appeared from the forest.

The man had to be a knight, and the woman was wearing an incredible purple dress, she looked absolutely amazing. The man looked angry, drawing his sword.

“Who are you?” He screamed, his sword was pointed at you. Arrow was getting scared, but you were able to calm him down.

“My love, she’s simply a farmer girl. She has no idea who we are.” You were avoiding looking at them, you wanted no trouble with the noble people.

The Lady approached you, you took a step back. She did not like that, she grabbed your jaw rather forcefully. You looked at her, you couldn’t believe it she looked exactly like you and she had a surprised face, the same as you.

“By the gods, you look exactly like me. If you weren’t so dirty and a peasant, you could be a pretender.” The Lady finally released your jaw, it hurt so much. “Have you lost your voice, peasant?” She was rude, and you did not like her one bit.

“I do, you haven’t asked anything before, m’lady.” She hit you, hard. You knew there would a bruise tomorrow, why did she do this? You almost fell, but you got your footing before that.

“Do not talk back, peasant.” Her words held so much venom, you hated the royals so much. “I simply had the most extraordinary idea. I will go to Braavos with William and you shall marry the one-eyed monstrosity in Kings Landing.” The knight, William you assumed finally approached the two of you. Your face held nothing but confusion, you pretending to be her?

“That would never work, this peasant doesn’t know how to behave, how to read.” William held contempt for you, but his voice had a tinge of pity.

“It will work, we will teach her everything. She shall become a Lady of House Oxwell, she shall become me.” You knew that name, her family was the richest in all of Westeros, richer than the Lannisters, they say.

“No.” You simply stated, you didn't want to become her, you wanted to be truly free like Arrow, you wanted nothing in your name, you craved freedom, you craved being away from the farm, you craved peace, you craved the wind on your hair.

“No, how dare you…” William started drawing his sword again, but the Lady stopped him.

“Most peasants would kill for an opportunity such as this, why do you refuse? Being adorned with the finest jewellery, touching only the finest silk, eating only the best meats? What do you truly desire?” Her line of questioning was uncomfortable, she wanted you to say things that you never told anyone before, of the deepest desire within your soul.

“I wish to be free, I wish to take my horse and ride him through the seven Kingdoms.” You uttered the words, finally. A weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Do you have a name?” It was as if she completely ignored your words.

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427 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

Nectar of The Gods

A/N: I was kinda inspired by the goddess herself, Lana Del Rey. It’s not required to listen to the song Nectar of The Gods, but if you want to you can.

Summary: Your parents want power, what could be better than marrying you to the future King?

Aemond Targeryen x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst, smut, slight Dom!Aemond, death, let me know if there’s anything else that I missed.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

Masterlist

He was obnoxious, he was the first-born son of the King and you hated him with all of your heart. Your House was one of the richest of all of Westeros, so marriage proposals were coming left and right. But your parents are ambitious, they have money but now they want power. Since you are the only daughter, you are simply a political pawn being sold off to the highest bidder.

And who’s higher than the next in line to the throne, according to the greens? You were living in the Red Keep for years, and you were best friends with Haleana. There was a Prince that you were fond of already, Aemond. He was the man that you wanted to marry, he was the man of your dreams.

Aemond loves you and you love him, with all your heart. Ever since you were children you dreamed of marriage, his mother promised that the two of you would be together but no formal betrothal was initiated. But that didn't matter, he was yours and you were his. The worst day of your life was when Aemond lost his eye, you even yelled at the King for his callousness. That evening was the first time the two of you kissed, when you got older Aemond didn't take your maidenhood, you remember the day vividly.

“I want you, Aemond. Please, take me.” He was trying to control himself so much, having you in his bed begging for him was more than he could handle.

“Only on your wedding night, my love. I shall claim you as my wife, lover. The same as I have done to your heart and soul.” His hair was down, with no eye patch sapphire glimmering against the moonlight.

“I can’t wait.” The two of you slept peacefully after that, dreaming of your wedding day.

Aegon lusted after you, but he never acted on it due to the fact that he would face his brother’s wrath. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as him, he mistreated Haleana so much, but thankfully she left Kings Landing to marry a Lannister. She often sent letters, saying how happy she was, and how much her children were growing. Aegon remained unwed, the same as Aemond.

One day your parents sent a raven, saying that were coming to Kings Landing and organising your wedding to the Prince. You couldn’t be happier, you quickly ran towards Aemond’s chambers, you didn't even need to look where you were going, your feet knew where to take you.

“My love, my father wrote to me.” Aemond has never seen you so excited to receive any news from your family, you resented them so much.

“Pray tell what your detestable father has shared to put you in such high spirits?” Aemond kissed you tenderly, the only person that he truly loves flaws and all.

“They are coming to put our wedding in motion.” You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist. You couldn’t be happier, you were finally going to become Aemond’s.

“That makes me happy.” Aemond whispered to you, he was a bit worried about your parents coming he didn't have a good feeling about it.

But Aemond could never crush your happiness with his worries, so he held you close and prayed to the gods that your parents would marry the two of you. You belonged together, it didn't matter if your father thought otherwise, you will be his forever.

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Your parents’ carriage was coming, you were next to Aemond as usual. The Queen was unusually quiet, which worried Aemond. Aegon was nowhere to be found, and that’s when Aemond knew what was happening. When he looked at you, he saw the pure happiness on your face and he couldn’t tell you. He never wanted to crush your hopes, you should have that happiness for a few more moments.

Your father and mother left the carriage, and you ran towards them. You always knew that your parents didn't like you as much as your brothers, but now all the comments, all the belittling, the name-calling, it was all worth it, you were going to marry Aemond, the love of your life.

“Father, this is the happiest occasion.” You hugged him, you didn't hug your father often but you were happy that you were finally going to become Aemond’s.

“It is satisfactory that you are grateful for your betrothal, Prince Aegon.” You stopped hugging your father immediately.

“Not Aegon father, Aemond.” You wanted to believe that your father made a mistake, an innocent mistake.

“No, you shall be Queen.” He harshly said, you couldn’t believe what he was saying.

You looked at Aemond he was just as sad as you were, but he could hide it much better than you. Turning around and fleeing to your chambers whilst your parents called for you, it was cruel so incredibly cruel. They knew how much you loved Aemond and yet, they were going to make you marry Aegon. You started to sob uncontrollably, you had no idea how long you cried, but eventually, you fell asleep.

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539 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

His Darling Wife

Summary: When Aemond’s lover threatens your family, you flee from your husband.

Aemond x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Violence, angst.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

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You’ve been married to the Targaryen Prince for almost a year now, you’re from a smaller House in the Reach, you have three brothers, and you are the youngest. Your mother is from Pentos, her family has a fortune so now your family has a lot of influence in Westeros. When your father told you that the King and Queen wanted you to marry their youngest son you didn't know what to think. But you and Aemond were able to become fast friends and with time, to love each other.

Even with the love you feel for one another you haven’t been able to conceive, that wasn’t entirely true, you had two pregnancies that ended in short of a month, and the Maester told you that it would take a while to fall pregnant again. But he was wrong because you were now pregnant a third time. You decided not to tell the Maester or Aemond for that matter.

“My love.” Aemond spoke coming to your chambers, you were getting ready for dinner with the Queen and Princess Heleana, you adored their company and they did yours.

“Where were you, my prince?” You turned to look at Aemond, you loved calling him ‘your prince’, and he loved hearing you say it.

“My brother has requested something of me, he and Heleana are to be married and he wants me to get the best wine in all of Essos, to give her as a gift.” You looked at Aemond incredulously.

“Aegon asked you to do that?” You snickered, there wasn’t a single bone in Aegon’s body to make him so considerate.

“It was a strange phenomenon, I was talking to my brother but I could only hear my mother.” You got up from the chair you were sitting, happy with your appearance. You came closer to Aemond and put your hand on his face, he leaned into your touch.

“Then you should go, anything to make your sister happy.” Aemond smiled at your statement, he loved the fact that you loved his sister.

“I’ll return in a fortnight, maybe less.” It was his turn to kiss you and it always took your breath away, you thanked the gods every day for having Aemond as your husband.

“Come back to me, my love.” Aemond caressed your face, he never tired to look at your beauty.

“I always do.” He left your chambers and you went to meet with the Queen and the Princess.

It didn't take long to get to the Queen’s chambers, you were wearing a green dress that the Queen gifted you, it was so pretty and comfortable. Ser Criston Cole opened the doors for you, and Heleana was the first to see you, she ran to you and hugged you tightly, and you hugged her back.

“I missed you, Y/N.” She mused, you smiled at her sweetness.

“We’ve seen each other at breakfast, Heleana.”

“Still too long, come sit.” The princess dragged you and you sat down in front of Queen Alicent, even knowing that she likes you and even pushed for your marriage with Aemond, she still intimidated you, she was the Queen after all.

“How are you, Y/N? Are you excited about your mother’s visit?” Alicent reached your hand and squeezed gently, with a genuine smile on her face.

“Very, I miss her dearly.” One of your brothers was on the Kinguards as well so your mother was able to come to Kings Landing more times throughout the year.

“At what time does she arrive?” Healena inquired, she also really liked your mother. Your mother shared her fascination with spiders, the same as the Princess.

“She won’t be long, I believe at dawn.” You smiled at the Princess’ reaction, she was clapping excitingly.

The dinner was nice, you and the Queen talked about many different subjects while Heleana was playing with her animals. After a couple of hours, you retired to your chambers, you knew the nights without Aemond would be long, sleeping without him made you restless. But you were able to sleep, not well but you did. The first rays of sunshine were peeking through your window, you heard the servants entering your chambers, this part of the morning was your favourite, especially with your mother coming.

You were ready for the day when the Maester came into your chambers, it was unusual for him to appear in your chambers, but you saw a scroll in his hand.

“A raven came for you in the night, my Princess.” He bowed and gave the scroll to you.

“Thank you, Maester.” He left you with the servants after that.

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Teacher’s Pet

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x Student!fem!Reader University AU

WORDS: 2,278.

SUMMARY: Obedient, well-mannered and overall, a role-model student, it’s only when your newly appointed Professor waltz’s into your life, that you begin to struggle with maintaining focus day-to-day...

WARNINGS: age-gap, power dynamic/imbalance, p in v intercourse, praise kink, slight degradation, mentions of spanking, mentions of voyeurism, cock-warming, swearing, NSFW. 

A/N - this AU specifically will never leave me in peace, nor do I want it to... hope ya’ll enjoy xx

Aegon was the newly appointed human anatomy professor within the science department of your elite University [or even Criminology]. 

The first time you’d actually met or seen him was in attendance of his first lecture of the semester, he walked in after most students had promptly arrived, five minutes after the class had commenced: a black, leather suitcase in one hand, and a glazed doughnut in the other, that he was hastily munching on as he prepped himself.

Soft around his edges with a subtle gut below his woollen sweater, thick arms padded beneath the tightly fitted blazer and stocky thighs that his trousers fell snug around, he was still quite handsome. His features looked ethereal, with the vibrant, lilac eyes and short platinum, silver hair [although unkept] framed his face well. 

Butterflies began to churn in the pit of your stomach, as you readjusted in your seat. 

And the way he spoke: he had such an enthralling deep, husky voice, that you’d become almost hypnotised by, you could listen to him for hours on end, always disheartened when class would come to an anticipated end. And he oozed of a certain charisma, although he seemed unbeknownst to him.

Although it seemed, your professor had a similar effect on most of his pupils. 

Throughout the semester, many would arrive to the lessons early, eager to reserve their seats at the front, as close as possible to earn a look or some ounce of recognition from Aegon. Slowly they began to interact with him, those that normally did not participate began to ask their questions (with the most obvious answers), although he did not seemed phased by this. 

Soon enough, they began to bring little goodies and treats to gift the newly beloved professor, mostly pastries as they often found one in his hand most of the time or in the cafeteria. 

You began to gradually struggle with paying attention and maintaining focus during lectures and tutorials: often day dreaming, caught in some dirty fantasy of all the things you’d wish for your professor to do with you. At times you’d get so flustered you’d have to excuse yourself to the bathroom, where it got to the point that he asked you to stay back after a lesson, questioning why you’d often leave.

“Is there something more pressing to attend to or have I simply bored you out already before the semester’s ended?” 

Stuttering a response out, you sincerely apologised although could not fathom a proper reason. Seeing your flustered state, Aegon refused interrogating you further, reassuring you that you must not have been avoiding his lessons, for your grades spoke highly of themselves.

“You are one of my finest, Y/N... It would be a shame if I heard you’d wish to drop them. I much enjoy seeing you around.” 

Having been dismissed from that point on, you could not fathom what Aegon meant exactly by his words, although, it made you want him even more. 

Much to your displeasure, you became just as adamant as the other Aegon fanatics, that you felt the carnal urge to sate the man in every possible way. Bringing him home made baked goodies for lunch, that you lovingly took the time to make, often alongside a small, handwritten card with words of gratitude, often thanking him for his intellect, his classes and overall, hard work. Signed with your initials, although you could never stand around like the others did, observing him for a immediate reaction, dropping these little, heartfelt gifts on his desk, running off before he got the chance to stop you. 

You felt he wouldn’t notice you, as he was encircled by his fans, managing to sneak off although it seemed you did not go unnoticed completely. 

Once more, he called you to meet with him, although this time, after hours and in the privacy of his office. 

Entering his private  sector, it was a dim, small, stuffy room even for the likes of him. A wooden, ancient-looking desk situated in the centre and cupboards filled to the brim with papers, books and folders scattered all around, just like his appearance, it was unkept. 

Meekly knocking on the door, he instinctively knew it was you, and summoned you in, plopping his glasses onto the desk, as he folded his arms across his broad chest, gesturing you to seat yourself.

“I’m well aware of the effect I’ve had on some of the pupils this semester it seems, although I would have never expected it from you, Y/N.”

“I-I was only trying to be welcoming, Sir. I do not mean anything ill by it, although I can stop if it pleases you.”

Something deeply buried in the violet orbs of his stern eyes, sent chills to coarse through your body, down to the throbbing entrance between your thighs. You felt vulnerable yet avid for him, for his touch. Perhaps his tongue between your thighs, lapping at your sweet spot. It was thoughts like this that intoxicated you.

You felt your breathing become heavy and fast-paced, unsteady, as you struggled to maintain direct eye contact. 

You could feel his firm eyes lingering over your body, you might as well have been naked, for it felt like he could see every inch of you even beneath your clothes.

“Fuck, you make it so hard for me to say no to. Was that your objective this entire time-” 

Standing up from his desk, slowly striding towards you as he knelt before you, one hand tightly gripping your thigh, frozen beneath his grip and the other hesitantly reaching for your face (although much on your part, you felt yourself lean in to his bare touch). 

“My sweet, sweet girl.” 

“You think you’re just some wall-flower that I wouldn’t notice? Sneaking off before I get the chance to thank my best girl? Fuck, I have to control myself when I see you sitting up there, looking all innocent and dumb.” 

That night would change the trajectory of your life, and it ended with a wonderful, passionate makeout session, where the both of you had openly confessed your mutual feelings and infatuation with one another, promising to keep this whole affair and relationship a secret. 

Despite being of an adult, consenting age, teacher and student relationships where often frowned upon. Aegon’s contract was listed for a few years and he was determined on keeping his job and you in his reach.

That meant continuing to falsely act as if the pleasurable attention he naturally earned from other pupils did not bother you int he slightest. Still being gifted with all sorts of treats and still meeting with pupils after class, you’d often “punish” Aegon afterwards, making him work for your attention, to the point he was practically begging for your love. 

He would gain more weight from all the snacking and eating, growing rounder and more rotund in size, although it had only deepened your obsession with the man. 

“Maybe you ought not to devour everything in one seating, my love.” 

“Ugh- But it makes the grading go by quicker. I treat myself to a pastry after marking one paper at a time.” 

Regardless, you knew that he did truly admire you and you only. Often making the continuous effort to familiarise himself with your timetable, seeking you out whenever you both shared free periods to drive you out of the campus to some isolated, distant cafe/restaurant [where neither of you would be recognised], or scheduling you to meet for an after hour rendezvous’ in his office.

He would even intentionally leave small, unprecedented gifts on your regular seat and dorm, signed by some nickname/pet name only you two would figure, like some inside joke.

Mutually, if Aegon found some random boy attempting to engage with you, especially during class, he’d earnestly call them out, without even a slight tinge of mercy, he would sentence them to detention, or punish them with an extra assignment, of his own free will.

“That ought to keep them little shits busy, next time they’ll think again before trying to chat up my girl.”

The secrecy kept both of you on your toes, although it was most thrilling. You’d never been in such a relationship like this before, and it was quite exhilarating. 

Aegon did honestly admit, that this was not his first encounter with pupils showering him with attention and affections, although he had never been tempted to seduce one, until you. 

Nonetheless, he had many previous relationships with other staff colleagues, and years of experience ahead of you. 

Impressively, although being a scholar in human anatomy, he confidently knew his way around your body, he could fuck you senseless anywhere, whether it be in the confining back seat of his car, deviously in your dorm [if you knew for certain that your flatmate was absent for the weekend], or more so your favourite, atop his desk, snuck away in his office. He could and would fuck you anywhere. He was simply just that eager for you. 

You loved to tease him though: often wearing something skimpy, easy to lift, as you spread your legs teasingly, showcasing your new lace, sheer panties [or even if you were bold enough, your bare, wet cunt] to him across the class, mid-way a lecture. 

Now the tables turned, intently watching him grow flustered by the second, more distraught as he tried to ignore your flirtatious attempts, coughing, readjusting his tie around his neck, you could’ve sworn you’d noticed a fair few times, a bulge growing against his fabric, as he excused himself to his desk, or repositioned himself standing behind the podium. 

As punishment, you’d learn that your Professor was devout to traditional methods of discipline: demanding you to bend over his solid, steady lap, prepping you for some good, hearty spanking. Leaving your bare ass cheeks, red, raw, too sore to sit down the following class. Watching you squirm in your seat, as you were desperate for an ounce of comfort. 

He would even keep the soaking panties you showed off earlier, in his pocket or suitcase, souvenir for his endeavours. 

Even more so, you had this ongoing game, where if you were in the midst of studying for an exam, he prompt you with questions in the after hours of his office, tutoring you one-on-one. Each question you answered correctly, he would undress himself and then you, followed by inserting a thick, long digit one at a time. If you aced his revision quiz, he’d eat you out right there and then, as you sat atop his desk, him on his grand seat, as he buried his face between your legs. His tongue hungrily lapping and circling your walls.

In return, for each gruelling paper he’d obnoxiously grade, you’d undress yourself bit by bit, until you were completely naked, bent mindlessly over his desk where he could spank or fuck you from behind. Or if he was too tiresome, mentally exhausted, he devoured the thought of watching you reward him, you putting in the effort, as you would grind over his sturdy, dense thigh or stomach, wet enough to plunge yourself over his cock, as he stretched your sensitive walls out beyond comfort.

If he had been longingly away for faculty conferences, you’d teach him of sexting, often sending him promiscuous pictures of yourself in lingerie or in the nude, occasionally even touching yourself, for him to masturbate to. In return, you’d earn a short, vivid video of him, pleasuring himself, helplessly moaning your name.

Desperate for him even after a few short days, he would allow for you to cock-warm him, comfortably seated and plopped over his thick cock/wide lap, as you laid against him, the swell of his rotund stomach perfectly rested against the curve of your spine, as he continued to grade papers and plan the semester’s curriculum. 

“Such a good, obedient baby. Look at you, so well-behaved for me.”

You occasionally did experience close-calls: the worst was when another member of faculty, had knocked on his office door, unplanned nor was Aegon notified of this uncalled arrival, he hid you hastily shove you beneath his desk, as he professionally engaged in conversation. You took matters into your own hands, undoing his trousers [he tried poorly to flick you off, not wanting to draw anymore attention to his actions], as you began to mouth him off, his girthy cock filling your mouth to the brim, it was a challenge not to gag. Although watching him struggle to remain decently composed from below, was most entertaining. 

Once more, he would punish you again. 

“God, you can be so devious, Y/N. Fucking little slut for me, so desperate for my cock, huh, you couldn’t wait?” 

Regardless, you were Aegon’s golden pupil and most importantly his main girl. He was devoted to waiting for you to graduate, or if it came to it, he would resign from the contract just to freely be with you. Many a times, he’d been tempted, desperate to hold your hand openly as you walked down the corridors together, and yet you encouraged him otherwise.

“B-But you worked so hard for this position, Aeg. I would hate to be the reason you regret losing it or worse, you even hating me for it...”

Cupping your saddened face in his hands tenderly, he lovingly watched over you, a half-hearted smile jerked across his handsome, pudgy face, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, before resuming his sole attention once more on you. 

“This position brought me to you, my dearest, and that is more than anything I can earn. I love you.” 

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as I was taking I am taking FULL advantage of the requests.

as I am on a roll for chubby daddy! aegon and professor! aegon may I maybe suggest an idea where his class is very surprised to discover that he has a wife and a child while they catch them onto a pic-nic and aegon is like 'yeah, why do you think that your papers comes with glitter on them? or handprints?'.

just cute chubby daddy! aegon who doesn't only have to handle a toddler at home but also at work (although he teaches either at high school or university).

ok ok that's it, I am done and I hope you'll enjoy my silly requests but if you don't, pls feel free to ignore them!

Angsti this is yet another delicious request!!! thank you for spoiling me with your ideas I can never get enough!!! hope you enjoy this xox

To Lead Astray Or Not...

PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 2,381.

WARNINGS: fluff, Daddy!Aegon, professor kink (?), female oral receiving, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, size kink, slight breeding kink, non-implied references to affair/cheating, swearing.

A/N - something I whipped up on my little hiatus. still not 100% with my writing but it’s okay xx sorry my love, I changed the plot slightly, forgive me.

“Are they truly that oblivious to that shiny, gold band on your finger?” You lightly chuckle, amused at the revelation your beloved husband spoke of, upon returning home from work, with yet another spoiled gift of baked goodies in his hand.

Throughout the semester, since Aegon had commenced his new position, his pupils had taken it upon themselves, eager to delight their plump professor with delectable treats, knowing precisely the way to his heart was through his stomach. As untempted as Aegon was with their meticulous attempts, he wouldn’t deny himself to a few servings [the entire container], often plainly excusing his innocent debauchery with the line “it would be such a shame to waste food.” 

“That seems to be the case… As much as I try to flaunt it on their faces. This is ridiculous, there's no time for these shenanigans. I have to put an end to their madness, or else-.” Aegon exclaims, with a mouthful of baked choc-chip cookies in his plump mouth. The fullness of his handsome face had accentuated as he gorged himself silly. Seemingly the sedentary lifestyle of working behind a desk, the most strenuous action he’d often only undertaken, was that of lifting a ballpoint pen to mark a few papers, Amounting overtime gradually, as it began to blatantly show on his newly found stout figure. Not that you had grown to distaste your beloved husband’s changes, quite the opposite, in fact.

“Or else I’d be losing my husband to some college school girls? He’ll have to roll himself out of here,” You subtly chuckle, as you continued on stirring the full, warm pot at hand.

“Y/N- Do not toy with me about this. It’s serious-” Aegon firmly put it, before reaching for another cookie, eyeing it’s detail, most likely estimating ratio of choc chip inside.

Aegon shared an immense enjoyment when it came to food, relishing in different cuisines and palates, and mostly baked treats. He was scarcely a picky eater and had a grand appetite, going hand in hand. Often in the late hours of the night when he remained tediously awake, skimming over and dotting down notes on mounds of papers, did he find himself constantly munching on something. Whether it was a sneaky fast-food takeout or some sweet snack he could scour in the pantry, his keen mouth was always full and chomping.

His plush, soft belly throughout each semester had slowly extended in size, generously pushing across his waistline that was now hidden beneath the mass. His hips had grown wider in frame, love handles now obvious in plain sight even beneath his tight dress shirts and tightly fitted blazers, tubby to hold as it would pool at the sides. Standing beside your dear husband, it was evident that Aegon's substantial frame could smother you whole, if he ever so desired as you did. Despite him paying now mind to his evident changes, you had rather relished in it.

Sidetracked in your own sensual thoughts, your lustful eyes lingering over Aegon relievingly devouring another cookie, the sudden shrieking cries erupting from down the hall snapped you back to the reality at hand.

"I'll get her-" Aegon uttered, licking the crumbs of his fingers as he strolled away from you hovering over the stove, as you busied yourself with the evening’s dinner. A minute scattered by, when you heard the familiar, heavy footsteps of Aegon re-entering the kitchen once more, only this time, with a little companion strapped to his arms.

"Look who just woke up, my sweet princess," Aegon giddily whispered, cooing at the little girl in his arms, as she rubbed her little lilac eyes: a split image of her Daddy. Resting her tiny head against his broad shoulder, Aegon swayed her from side to side subtly, bopping her lightly as he tried to feed her a cookie, taking a sneaky bite from it first.

"Hiya Mumma, someone woke up a little early."

Walking over towards Aegon and your daughter cosily nestled in his thick arms, you softly reach and grip for her hand pulling it in for a loving kiss. Earning a small little yawn from her behalf, as Aegon tenderly pecked at the base of her head.

"Sounds like we have competition, you and I, babygirl-" You taunt, exchanging a swift wink to Aegon, who in response rolled his eyes to your jab.

“C’mon Y/N. There’s no competition at all. Nothing could possibly tempt me, when I’ve already won at life. I have everything I could have possibly imagined and more, all thanks to you-” 

“Not even with all these goodies, you can’t seem to help but scoff down, hmm?” 

“If I’m being frank, my love… These don’t even come close to your home-cooked meals, isn’t that right, bubba?” Aegon bopping his little girl, stirring her more awake, as she nibbled at the small bite from the cookie, her face adorably screwing with disgust, in agreement with her father’s dissatisfaction with the treats. 

“Well relieved to hear my cooking is keeping you grounded. Was getting worried I would be losing my husband to his schoolgirl fanclub. Perhaps their treats won’t be the only thing they’re willing to offer next time-” You tease, yet a grim tone coated your words, as you coldly turned your back to your husband, resuming your cooking once more. 

“Y/N, baby, c’mon now-” Aegon earnestly sighed, as he carefully plopped his daughter down at her high chair, who now took the cookie to her own matters: the only time you were willing to allow her to play with food rather than indulging herself as her father did. 

Aegon’s pudgy hands tightly gripped at your waist, tugging your body to swivel in his direction, as you face him defeatedly. 

“Now how could you ever think that of me? Am I so naive to be seduced by some minor league scholar, when I have such a beautiful, accomplished wife at home, that I just can’t ever get enough of, who spoils me like a King? I mean look at me woman. Look at what you’ve done to me!” Aegon chuckles proudly, swaying his thick arms up as his eyes hover over his swollen gut pressing up against your meek frame. 

“Please, Y/N. I’m going to come clear about this double life, squash all their hopes and dreams. You know how kids are at that age, don’t you remember how we were, huh?-” Aegon growls, as his hands snake their way behind, his palms finding their way naturally to your bosom, confidently squeezing at your fleshy cheeks, earning a little squeak from you. Intentionally pushing your smaller body against his cushioned frame, your blush lips meet with his momentarily falling into a passionate, longing kiss, as Aegon’s eager tongue peaks through your lips, swirling against yours. Immersing himself completely in your taste. Breaking free, his nose nuzzles against yours, as he gleefully smiles down at you. 

“Don’t you ever dare to think otherwise, it hurts my feelings when you think of me capable of that, you know,” He quietly mutters, as his thumb gently grasps and pulls at your chin, nudging you to look directly up at him, your dimly joyful eyes met with his half-hearted smirk.

“I love you, and only you. My precious girl. Shall I make it up to you tonight, hmm?” 

Giddily blushing and nodding to his words, just as Aegon slowly leaned in to chase another kiss, the loud babbling of your daughter tore him astray midway, interrupting the intimate moment, as you both gleamed at the little girl with sincere smiles, only to be met with her innocent frown. Just as her grandmother, Alicent, had noticed and shared, “she seems to have gathered her father’s expressive gene”, as she never seems to struggle nor shy away from her emotions. 

“And you, my little one-” Aegon boasts, as he races over towards her, picking her up once more with such ease, as her weight is close to that of a feather for him. 

“My two precious girls, what more could I possibly want?” 

Later that evening, after you had both dined well together and the little princess returned to her crib from her Daddy’s plush lap, fast asleep in her deep slumber once more, Aegon took his steady time proving exactly what he meant. Lusting and touching at your body as he slowly undressed you piece by piece, handling you with great care as though you were some rare gem he had just unearthed, a delicate commodity in his bare hands. He could scarcely keep his hands off you even during dinner or as you washed the dishes, lulling his little girl asleep in one arm, and the other wrapped tenderly around your waist, embracing you. 

“How’d I end up being the luckiest man in the world, huh? A wife that takes care of me, makes sure I’m abundantly well-fed, who blessed me with the most perfect child…. My beautiful fucking wife.” 

Kissing at your tender skin across your abdomen leaving a moist trail, Aegon seated himself at the edge of the mattress, and you remained standing above, with his soft hands held firmly at your hips. 

“And you think I would give up all this in a heartbeat? For a bunch of hormonal, minor league girls? You leave me no choice but to fuck some real, hard sense into you, Y/N.” 

“Hmm, is that so?” You breathlessly whimper, as Aegon’s mouth lapped at your entrance between the front folds, his fleshy hands once again, finding their way to your bosom, as he firmly grips and kneads ar your cheeks. 

“Gonna teach me a lesson, Professor? Have I been such an ignorant brat, needy to be put back in line. Punish me, Aeg. Teach me a good, hard lesson I won’t forget-”

Aegon releases his latched mouth from your throbbing, moist cunt, his lips glistening in the dim, cosy light. A familiar smirk strewed across his full face, one that you had gathered could only mean one thing… Mischief. 

As Aegon’s weight had marvelled, so did his strength. Inevitably, his mass was heavier against you, often finding yourself squirming beneath his bulk and the mattress, as he would fuck you from atop with vigour. His thick, fat cock stretching your walls beyond relief, as you could meekly feel yourself from below clenching around his stiff cock, with his round gut laying sprawled above your own. The pressure he exerted from within your folds, bulging inside and the pressure from outside was overwhelmingly insatiable, stimulating you to an aching climax like none before. 

Although, it also meant his once impressive stamina would now often exceed quickly, finding himself breathlessly huffing and puffing for more, Aegon remained insistent on continuing, with you eagerly taking the reins from above, as he would often lay himself comfortably down, pacing his rapid breath. Riding his cock was a pleasure, as he relished in watching you strenuously exert great efforts, like the obedient wife you were, keen to sate your husband’s appetite. Steadying yourself against his meaty flesh, often finding your small hands cupping and massaging at his now obviously, sensitive moobs. Not to forget on Aegon’s behalf, your tits were a glorious sight to see, enthusiastically bouncing above from the momentum of your quickening pace: especially after the birth, your breasts naturally remained somewhat swollen and plump, Aegon savouring your bodily changes just as much. 

Nonetheless, the sex peaked, and Aegon remained true to his word… He indeed taught you a valuable lesson that night. 

“Perhaps if I’ve fucked another child into you, that ought to keep you in check.” 

“So you’ve been married this entire time?” One of his pupils exclaimed, confusion plastered across her face, as Aegon nodded keenly. 

“Indeed, a very happy wife and little bub at home. With another on the way it seems, hence why I’ll be away next semester.” 

“Is that why some of our quiz papers came back with glitter and weird little scribbles?” 

Arms remained tightly folded, Aegon defeatedly shaking his head in disbelief, as he helplessly chuckled at the illogical discourse at hand. His wide back-side remained leaning back on his desk, the wood creaking beneath his weight, yet he paid no mind. 

“Did you honestly think that was all me? And watch yourself Lannister, she’s learning pencil grip… She’s only 14 months, which is pretty impressive to me.” 

“But you’ve never mentioned them before?” Another pupil hastily questioned. 

“Never felt the need to. This is an academic lecture, not a TED Talk. And besides, did no one seriously not notice this?” Aegon exasperated, flashing his left ring finger, where a bulky, gold band wrapped around his thick digit. 

The silence that fell the room was palpable: a few of Aegon’s avid fanatics, awkwardly attempting to pull away their filled tupperware containers, back into their bags or laps, in a poor attempt to hide their shame. 

“Well I for one, would like to congratulate you Sir.” 

“Nice save Lannister. Now can we actually get back to the lesson or any more questions I need to clear?” 

“B-But you accepted our gifts? The cookies, and the-” One of the few Baratheon sisters that attended Aegon’s classes, stuttered, the colour in her face blush pink, yet her eyes saddened and watery, yet no tears fell. 

“Who am I to deny my appetite from a little snack? And besides, what a waste it would be. I presume you ladies just wanted me to bump up your grades, yes?” 

Each girl in the same exact front row that they’d been occupying the entire semester, began to nod in poor unison, not daring to venture not interrogate Aegon further, as his look now remained stern. 

The single, thunderous applaud echoed across the room, as he clapped his large hands together, excited to carry on with the lesson. The subtle sounds of pages opening, and pencils clicking, as Aegon began to write across the board, he felt a burden lift off his shoulders. The clarity was a relief, and the fact that he had a loving family awaiting for his arrival was his greatest achievement yet. Spoiled with a bliss life, thanks to you, his dotting, devoted wife, there was nothing that could tempt him astray otherwise.  

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

I’m going through a phase…. a rabbit hole if you will….. chubby!college-professor Aegon…. bringing him sweets and pastries….. being his favourite pupil…. I- AFTER HOURS *brain malfunctions and shuts down*

I think I’ll write for this after I post a request as a treat for myself.

*dies*

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

okay but @ilikeitbetterangsty I can’t get chubby!professor Aegon out of my head & I need to be his no.1 pupil or else I’m going to cry. I live for academic praise (or any type of praise really) so this AU makes me feral. and just imagine the angst, if all these other students also feel the same about him, and it’s like a competition, especially with say like a popular girl.

he’d ask to see you after hours in his office to go over your essay or thesis, and sometimes he’d even find you late hours in the library, fallen asleep from exhaustion & he just gently wakes you up to take you home.

but the idea of meeting him regularly in his office I- Ughhh.

bringing him coffee, sweets and lunch because he works all day & just feeding it to him, as you sit on his lap going through your work, or him marking papers. you just distracting him.

and imagine if you catch a girl coming out of his office & you could’ve sworn you saw her adjusting her skirt as she did, with a smug, messy look on her face. You’d have actual hot tears swelling in your eyes & Aegon notices you as he moments after exits the office.

you just run away & don’t attend his class for the day.

he’s trying to get in contact with you but you’re just ignoring him.

and imagine his reaction if he hears rumours that you’re dropping from his class!!!!!

I’M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND !!!

#AHHHHH I WANT HIM SO BAD #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aegon ii targaryen imagines #chubby!professor!aegon AU

[lovelykhaleesiii]

about this

I just want to be his favorite pupil that he asks to stay behind because he noticed your little crush onto him and you are all flustered and shy and you tell him that you are sorry and you didn't mean to and you'll get over it.

but he just puts his hand on your thigh and he is like 'nobody has to know'

PLEASE THE “nobody has to know” IS DRIVING ME CRAZY AND ITS NOT EVEN 7AM 😩😩😩😩🥵

lord have mercy, he just doodles you, makes you feel so safe & then BAM!

fuck session atop his desk 😫😫😫😫

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

bestie,

I woke up and saw this and I think that you have certainly chosen violence this morning.

ok but imagine that you pulled a Meredith Grey (hooked up with Aegon the day before his class would start, thinking that he was just an hot guy at a bar just to discover that he was your professor the following day) and you try to keep it civil and not throw your clothes off the moment that he walks in but also... he is so handsome, and cute and chubby and imposing and ugh...

so, obviously the same accident keeps on replaying to the point that you are often found helping him as an unofficial TA of someway. still, to avoid rumors, he treats you badly in front of class, expecting a whole lot more from you and being straight up mean (he is so sweet in private, still to make it up to you).

you start thinking about dropping out because of this as you truly love the class and enjoy them but also would like to be with aegon without the pressure of it all, as you have come to the realization that it isn't lust anymore and although it isn't love, you'd like to try a relationship with him.

except suddenly everything turns to sh*t: you hear of aegon having a reputation for hooking up with students (which is partially true, but also this happened when he was a TA and he didn't have his life figured out, abusing alcohol and other substances and you are actually the first person he got close since he came back to teaching from his rehab) + you start noticing the way he acts with some girls and somehow imagine that the is flirting with them.

the breaking point is when you catch him maybe helping a girl in class after she almost fell from the ladder and you notice how he holds her and suddenly you think more seriously about dropping out of his class for other reasons...

(might come back to develop further with this, once I finish cleaning my room, but yeah the angst was delicious ma'am!)

bestie this now this is it.

imagine the chair squeaking everytime he sits & how he always manspreads in class in front of everyone because his thighs are just big, like tree trunks 🤭

you can help but fantasise how good it would feel to ride them !!!!

YESSS him being so unfair to you in public/class but he spoils the fuck out of you in private 🥺

like you start having a secret affair with him & he really does become infatuated with you. but the more you start to dig deeper into Aegon’s past (I would think maybe without his knowledge) the more you realise just how dark it is. and that you aren’t his only “secret”…. omg yessss, anything where it looks like he was seen with another chick from class, you can’t help but feel distraught & heartbroken!!!

gosh the ANGST IS KILLING ME, AND THE SECRECY OF THE SEX AND EVERYTHING IS SO TENSE !!!! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY COOCHIE 😫😫🥵

I’m deadass going to write something, boo. I need this injected into my veins, I’m such a whore for chubby!professor Aegon!!!

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

okay but showing headmaster/professor!Aegon (cause I can’t keep up with us feral girls) all the secret hookup spots after hours & doing it with him, because he wants you to experience it with him even though he’s your senior.

like I know for a fact this man would have access to the library after hours just to fuck you against a bookshelf.

#FERAL #any excuse to make out with this man 24/7 #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aegon ii targaryen thoughts #professor!Aegon ii AU #chubby!professor!aegon ii au #dark!headmaster!aegon ii au