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axelsagewrites · 4 months
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Aegon Targaryen*Daughter
Pairing: aegon x mum!reader
Word count: 1904
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Warnings: unexpected pregnancy, aegon having a bad reaction, absent father, mentions of alcholism and drug abuse, mentions of birth/morning sickness, aegon coming back
Part one here or read alone
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“Pregnant? You can’t be- you’re not- how?” you sat back as Aegon shot up from your bed, instantly pacing the bedroom as he tried to come to terms with it. you couldn’t blame him you suppose. After all you’d spent a whole week trying to convince yourself it was a lie and your roommate had to literally slap some sense into you. “But we were so safe?”
“Condoms aren’t perfect I guess,”
“But you were on the pill,”
“Its only like 90 something percent effective, look I don’t know,” you let out an exasperated sigh as Aegon looked at you with eyes bulging out his skull.
He walked over and picked up the test, “Maybe you did it wrong,”
“I didn’t do it wrong Aegon I did 20 of them!” you snapped, instantly regretting it as he sunk down on the bed next to you.
You went to speak but he finally broke the silence but broke your heart at the same time, “You’re getting rid of it right?” ‘it’. the words hit like a brick colliding with glass.
“I hadn’t decided yet,” you admitted in a quite voice but loud enough for Aegon to rub his hands over his eyes before dropping his head between his knees, “But we’ll figure it out Aegon. We’ll make it work,” you told him, trying to rub his back but he snapped back up.
“Maybe you can,” he said, his voice cracking, “Not me. I can’t be a dad. Look at me!” he said, standing up and pointing to himself like he was an exhibition, “I am a fucking mess I can’t raise a kid! Ill break it!” he said as he started to pace again.
“They’re not it!” you yelled back standing up too.
“Don’t yell at me!” he screamed as he turned around, his eyes instantly softening when he saw you stepping back, “I’m so- “
“Get out,” you managed to grit out through clenched teeth, “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Leave. Now,”
Aegon paused, his hand half reached out to try comfort you before he sighed and turned around. He headed to the door with his head hung low, “If you need me to go to the doctors- “he started to mumble as he reached for the door handle.
“I won’t need you. ever. You’ve made that clear enough,” you forced the words out your mouth even though they burned you to even saw them. You saw his heart shatter, but you didn’t care as you laid a hand on your stomach.
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Telling your parents was defiantly not something you looked forward to. You told your best friend Heleana first who offered to fly out the next weekend to see you, but you insisted you were fine. She however insisted on being there to tell your parents to make sure you were okay. the whole time you refused to tell her who the father was.
“Who’s the dad?” your mother asked after a very long and teary-eyed conversation.
Your eyes wandered to Heleana. She reached for your hand and tried to say something, but you cut her off, “I’m so sorry Hel,” you whispered making her tilt her head. You cleared your throat and spoke up so they could all hear, “Its Aegon,”
Heleana’s grip on your hand loosened as her eyes fell to the floor. For a moment you thought you’d lost her too btu then you felt her hand squeeze yours again, “What did he say?” she asked but she could tell from the look on your face, “I will fucking kill him,”
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It was the first time you’d heard her swear but not the last time it was brought up when discussing Aegon. You ended up telling her the full story later that night and she was ready to fly out and kill him. the only issue was no one knew where he was. Alicent was used to that by now though you could see it begin to weigh on her know he’d been gone for 3 months.
You however were now 4 months pregnant, postponing school, and unable to hide it any longer. “Alicent?” you asked as you awkwardly shuffled into the room with Aemond and Heleana behind you as backup. Aemond had sussed it out pretty quickly though was equally shocked by the father when you told him.
Alicent smiled at you from where she sat on the sofa reading her novel, “Is everything alright dear?”
“I need to tell you something,”
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Alicent was silent as she processed it all before suddenly taking your hands with a teary smile but a happy one still, “Thank you for telling me sweetheart. Its going to be okay,” And for a while it was. Well, if you didn’t mind the morning sickness and ballooning to the size of a small house. That and still no one had heard from Aegon.
Heleana had helped pick out the decorations for the nursery in your new flat. Yes, a new flat paid for by Alicent. Well technically it was one of her rentals she had inherited when her father died but she decided to let you live there free of charge as well as telling you she’d help out when you decided to go back to school.
Aemond helped you get a job in the restaurant he’d been at for years and even though working as a waitress could be draining at the best of times you knew it would be worth it. especially now you were holding your daughter in your arms.
She was adorable with tuffs of blonde, white hair covering her perfect head. She was such a giggly baby, always gurgling away with a smile. Heleana had to go back to university, but Alicent made sure to adjust her schedule to have the baby when you were at work. Everything was finally feeling good again.
“Hush little baby doesn’t say a word,” you whisper sang to your baby as your nighttime routine with her, but she was already out from a long day at the park with her gran. As you laid her in her crib you heard the doorbell ring.
You froze, watching your daughter who initially stirred but luckily didn’t wake. You quickly padded to the front door, shutting the room to the nursery as you did. when you looked through the peep hole you felt your stomach tighten but still you reached for the door handle.
“Aegon?” you asked as he began to turn and walk away, probably assuming you weren’t in.
He spans back around, “Hey. I- “he began to stutter, “My brother said I could find you here,” you mentally cursed Aemond but stayed standing in the doorway, “I needed to talk to you,”
“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you,”
You saw the hurt in his eyes, but you didn’t care. well at least you tried not to. “I should go,” he muttered, turning to leave once more.
You sighed. Even if you hated him for what he said he was still your daughter’s father, “Wait!” you called out, wincing at the noise you made. Aegon turned back, “Come in,” you sighed.
He walked in in silence, sitting down on the couch you pointed him to as you sat in your armchair. You turned to the table beside you and flicked the baby monitor on. “How is she?” Aegon broke the silence with his head hanging low.
“She’s okay,” you paused but decided to go on, “She’s got your hair but my eyes and all she ever does is laugh,”
“Just like you then?” Aegon smiled softly, looking up as for the first time in a year you shared a smile with him, “I’m sorry. For what I said, for even thinking it,” he began, the smile fading, “I fucked up. Nothing I can say will fix it and I don’t think ill ever make it up to you,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “But I won’t be my father. I don’t want to only see her at Christmas and sign some cheque to pretend I care. I want to be there for her, and you. if you’ll let me,”
He said it so sincerely, but you couldn’t help the pit in your stomach, “What if you leave again?” you whispered. “I didn’t even know where you went,”
“I won’t,” he said firmly, “I know I fucked up. That night I left, and I ended up back at square one. Maybe less than one. All I remember is me leaving then waking up in a field surrounded by broken bottles. I couldn’t face you after. Not after how hard you worked to help me,”
“I kept it up for a bit, the drinking. Bounced around some houses sleeping on couches. Drank myself to sleep every night,” he continued his ramble, all while his eyes stared at the empty ground, “Then one night I was drunk again at a party and some guy offered me something. I almost took it. but something just snapped,”
“I checked myself into rehab the next day. Aemond’s been helping me, but he refused to tell me anything about you or well her. I couldn’t blame him. I was there for about four months. Got sober. Got better. Got another therapist. Ended up getting some jobs here and there. I work down at the Carstark Warehouses. Pays not much but enough to get by,”
Aegon paused again and finally looked up, “I really am sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me or feel bad, but I am sorry,” he said as he pulled an envelope out his pocket, “Take it,”
“I don’t need your money,”
Aegon sighed as he leaned forward and held it out to you. hesitantly you took it. inside was letters though. You pulled them out. At least thirteen of them, you weren’t too sure as your eyes began to well up. Some were to you, but most was to your daughter. “I brought this too,” he said making you look up.
He was holding a white plush bunny, your favourite animal, with a bow on its neck. “I got it when I saw my mums post on Facebook with the baby. I thought she should have it,” he said as he reached out to give it to you.
You shook your head this time, “No. you should give it to her. not me,” you said as you stood up, “You want to see her?”
Aegon shot out his seat, rubbing the sweat of his palms on his jeans, “Yeah course,”
You nodded as you led him to her nursery, “She’s asleep so you need to be quiet. I don’t want to wake her,” Aegon nodded as you creeped the door open.
Together you both walked in and for a moment before you turned around you thought he might run away again. However, when you turned and saw his awestricken face staring at your daughter you somehow knew he wouldn’t. he tenderly walked over to the crib, a tear trickling down his cheek as he held the crib by its rails. “I can’t believe I missed her being here,” he whispered so softly you barely heard him.
“You’re here now,” you whispered back, rubbing a hand on one of his shoulders while leaning on the others. “Just please don’t leave again,”
“I won’t. I’m never going anywhere again,”
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fan-goddess · 9 months
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Sugar daddy!aegon x reader au?
Authors note: Yeah sure I’ll definitely try! I kinda adjusted it so it’s still technically sugar daddy!Aegon but with a sort of relationship with it as well… it’s complicated. Also the plot is kinda similar to my onset patience, but we’ll just ignore that…
Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @arcielee, @blue-serendipity,
Warnings: Sugar daddy stuff, allusions to smut, some angsty stuff, some fluffy stuff
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The sound of your phones notifications made your heart pick up, and when you read them your face just instantly brightened.
You’d met Aegon on an official sugar baby app a few months ago. He was a little older yes, but he was honestly the nicest person when you’d begun to talk to him, and it helped he was somehow both the cutest and the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.
You hadn’t done anything like being a sugar baby before in your life, but the recent increase in the economy meant your life had gotten ten times harder, in every way that was possible. Soon, the pay you got at your simple job wasn’t cutting it, and the bills were piling up, as well as the worry of paying for your schooling.
One of your coworkers, a darling woman only a few years older who you’d confessed your money issues to, had recommended the app. Claiming she’d used it during her own schooling years and it payed well. All you needed to do was know who was a creep and who was actually a sweetheart.
When you had downloaded it, at first the app had just stayed unopened for weeks. Merely sitting there in your home screen, practically mocking you whenever you went past it. The bright pink colour of the icon effortlessly drawing your attention to it every time. You only opened it by accident, only after you went to go into your camera app to take some random picture, and yet when you realised you were looking at the log in screen for the app, you just couldn’t find yourself closing the app. Instead, you took a deep breath while staring at the screen, and filled out the necessary information with nervous breaths.
It’d been a couple days before you received your very first message. An ordinary looking guy at first glance, who according to his profile was in his forties and worked in a high position in a kind of security firm. Though when you opened the message, you found no helloes no asking how your day was. Instead, his first message was him just wanting to know if you would be interested in sending him some feet pics. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever blocked anyone faster than what you did then. Still, you didn’t get any more notifications from the app for a while, and even though you didn’t necessarily want the app in the first place, you must admit that your self esteem certainly went a little down hill.
However, a couple more weeks had passed when you woke up with a message request saying someone was interested, and when you looked at his profile, you honestly felt your cheeks become deep red with blush. He had a silvery-blonde hair colour that you’d never seen on anyone before, and his eyes were a gorgeous shade of purple that made them look almost lavender. When you finally stopped gawking at the profile and looked at what he’d sent you, silently praying that it wouldn’t be like the first time, you’d been so relieved to have been greeted with just a simple hello with a matching emoji. It was so simple, and yet you found it so easily adorable as well.
You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and it wasn’t long till you found yourself answering to him and actually talking to him. Again, you were nervous he’d try and sneak in questions on feet, but the relief hit you hard when no conversations like that even happened. In all honesty, it didn’t even feel like you were talking to a sugar daddy. If felt like you were taking to a friend.
Though that friend bubble needed to be broken, and soon the topic of why the both of you were on the app came up. You’d confessed how you were in money troubles, and Aegon told you about his desire to treat someone with a kind of kindness that he never really received. He said that he liked to feel like he was wanted, even if it was for money, which is all honestly made you quite sad for him, and when you told him your concerns about that he just brushed it off quickly, as if he was used to it.
Though soon, an agreement was made between the two of you. He’d take you out for all these nice things, get to parade you proudly at family events and in return, he’d pay you for your time generously and get to treat you every so often.
One of the guidelines of the app when you first signed up included answering whether you’d be interested in having sexual relations with your sugar daddy, and you’d ticked yes with the image of this gorgeous older man in mind. You were almost tempted to change it after the feet guy, but you were glad you didn’t. Aegon had made it clear he’d never force you to have sex with him, a fact you were grateful of. Yet even so, there was this sort of line between the both of you that every so often kept getting smudged and blurred.
If you could’ve, you probably would’ve blamed Aegon and his stupidly pretty face. The first time it happened, he’d taken you to some high class bar, and of course as Aegon did he bought some very expensive wine. You were never good handling your drink, and Aegons flirtatious words that you usually would just slyly answer back with a smile, became too much for tipsy you as your face began to go warm and flush a deep red as you began to heavily flirt back with a hand on his arm. Sober you the next morning, while you laid in bed naked under the sheets with your legs numb after cumming around five times, couldn’t help but feel an immense pride as the image of Aegons flustered smiles came to memory.
Though soon that line got crossed over again, then again, then again. Until nearly every time Aegon took you out for a meal with his family or some kind of business type of situation, it ended in him driving you home, then fucking you stupid either in the car or in your or his bed.
It was a similar type of deal today, as tonight was a family dinner that Alicent claimed was arranged months ago. However, unbeknownst to her it was also the year anniversary of when you agreed to be Aegons sugar baby, and if the both of you had been able to have your way then there’s no doubt of mind the evening would’ve been spent by ordering food in and putting on a random movie the two of you could make fun of.
After Alicent had called him to remind him, Aegon had made sure to let you know that he wasn’t forcing you to go to this, and that he could most likely handle the evening by himself. But to his surprise, you’d persisted and actually said it’ll be nice to see his relatives. “I swear I’ll pay you like, five times I usually do darling! Fuck I am so lucky to have you!” He exclaimed pecking at your forehead with small kisses in gratitude. You can’t deny the slight twinge in you guy that you felt at the reminder of him paying you, but it didn’t matter to you at that moment. Only Aegon currently mattered.
The piece currently laying on your bed in front of you was something Aegon had suggested. A little thing he joked would help get the both of you through the no doubt soul sucking dinner with his family. It was a basic piece, just a red lace set of a matching bra and panties. Yet when you showed him what they looked like on you in the store, you could see it in his eyes that he was on the very edge of being brought on his knees from the sight alone.
When you put it on and posed with it in front of the mirror just now, you could’ve help but feel slightly excited for what’ll possibly happen later. You pare the piece with a deep blue dress that Aegon always compliments you in, and when you get the text to let you know that he’s waiting for you downstairs, you can’t help the smile and the slight blush from appearing.
As you step out of your building and look around, it’s not hard to spot the near comical looking gold painted car that Aegon had affectionately nicknamed Sunfyre. It’s a ridiculous looking thing to see you have to admit, but it’s such an Aegon car that you can’t help but secretly adore it.
When you get in, Aegon gives a small teasing whistle while he looks you up and down in appreciation. “Fuck baby… gonna make me wanna stay in and have you for dinner…” he grins. “Did you wear the piece?” You choose to not directly answer, and instead you simply pull the sleeve of your dress down slightly to reveal the contrasting red fabric with a cheeky smile. “Good girl” He smiles before placing a possessive hand on your thigh and starting the car before driving in the direction of the restaurant.
When you get two eventually get there, you’re both greeted with Alicents smiling face. It’s sort of funny that Alicent doesn’t know how you and Aegon really met, or the real contact of the two of yous relationship. If she ever did find out how you met, she’d probably lose her mind.
For the rest of the night, you play the part of the loving and doting girlfriend to perfection. You make sure to talk to Helaena about her current affairs, and when Alicent attempts to inquire more about your and Aegons early relationship before he introduced you to them all, you make these stories sound so real that there’s even an almost wistful tone in your voice. You can even see Aegon looking at you out of the corner of your eyes with an almost saddened look, yet still you choose to ignore it and continue on with the night.
By the end, Alicent makes sure to let you know that she loves you, and talks all about how much she looks forward to making you an official daughter of hers. As much as the idea makes your stomach twist, you have to awkwardly laugh it off and move backwards towards the car while Aegon makes quick work of distracting her while she begs for some more grandchildren. When you get in, you turn the radio on to some random station and wait for Aegon to get in and start the car.
“I’ve transferred you the money, you wanna stay at mine or stay at yours?” He asks as he starts the car and drives off.
“I got an early class tomorrow, so mine please Aeg.” You smile, turning to him to speak before looking back out of the window to the scenery.
The rest of the car ride is filled only with the sound of some cheesy pop song playing on the radio, while you attempt to pass the time by variating between looking out the window and scrolling aimlessly on Instagram. You can still see Aegon peeking over at you every so often, and still you just pretend like you don’t see it.
Though when Aegon places a hand on your upper thigh, you can’t deny the warm feeling you feel in your lower belly, and in turn like a reflex you place your own hand on his, and lazily stroke a finger on the warm skin.
It’s late that night, when you find sleep eluding you can’t help yourself from tossing and turning in your bed. A couple times you even find yourself reaching out for Aegons warmth, and feel even more miserable every time when your hand makes contact with the cool sheets.
It’s around half eleven though when there’s a strange knock on the door, and when you answer it in your silk nightgown, you can’t even hide surprise on your face when your eyes make contact with Aegons.
“What are you doing here?” The breathless tone you speak in surprises even you.
“I couldn’t sleep…” Aegon mutters. He’s dressed in casual clothing, but he obviously didn’t dress himself with style as an intention, cause if you weren’t as tired as you were you’d joke he looked like Valyrian Adam Sandler. His eyes are drawn to the floor, and when you look down too you can’t hide the amusement when you realise he’s actually looking at the skin of your legs. “Needed to see you, as I missed you…” You can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest and the small smile you can’t resist when you hear Aegons confession, cause it’s just what you were feeling half an hour ago yourself.
You can’t deny it for both for him and yourself as you step aside and motion for him to come in. Aegon trails in as you shut the door and lock it behind him, and yet he does’t take much time to drag himself to your bed and strip himself down to his underwear and get under the covers.
When you walk back to your bedroom to join him, it’s almost as if it’s automatic when he opens his arms to welcome you in a cuddle, and when you do give in and let his arms surround you in a hug, you can’t help but smile in the comforts of his chest as his body heat seems to completely surround you, and you just get this feeling of safety rushing over you.
When you signed up to the sugar baby app, you never thought you’d meet a guy like Aegon, and as you feel yourself become sleepy with the mixed sound of his light snores and his heartbeat, you honestly don’t think you’d change or willingly drop this agreement for anyone else.
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yearninginpages · 1 year
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🗡 prompt with Aemond pleaseee
Aemond Targaryen has the love of his Mother, the one that comes absolutely unconditionally and when he needed it the most.
He had the comfort of not being judged by his sister Helaena, who was always gonna accept her little brother no matter what.
He had Aegon’s love, as complicated as that relationship might be, his brother would fight for him when it was required.
Still, as he started coming of age and watching his brother being chased by the ladies of the court he started realizing he wished to be chased like that, to be wanted like that.
The Prince had lost an eye, but this made popular amongst many of the girls in court at some point, each of them wanting to unravel the Prince’s mysterious aura. Yet Aemond could never allow himself to feel any sort of connection with them because he didn’t feel understood. He felt like he was merely an amusement for people to gawk at, always wanting to know about his eye, and his family feuds instead of his own essence.
Until you came along. Rhea Royce’s little legacy, fresh out of the Vale and ready to claim a dragon from the pit after your Father was finally allowed to see you again.
He thought (just like everyone else) that you were half insane when you asked to tame one that had actually been circling Dragonstone for years without a rider, eating sheep and other dragons. Still, you insisted and successfully tamed the wild dragon, arriving King’s Landing with Caraxes by your side, leaving him intrigued.
After your dramatic entrance, first impression, and that bold smile you kept shooting him at dinner, he certainly grew enthralled. Viserys had grown rather fond of you, asking you all about the current state of the Vale, and other political topics which you responded to politely, keeping your ground in the conversations set at the table.
Aemond couldn’t get you out of his mind afterwards. The glances you shot him, and the subtle turn of your head to see if he had anything to say even though he barely spoke let him know that clearly you must’ve felt it too somehow.
He almost died when he felt your gloved hands brush his own under the table, making him look up and grow a complexion paler. That was all he needed to ask you to have a walk with him.
The walk turned into getting to know each other better, even drawing a few laughs from the usually stern Prince. He was happy to hear you talk about your interests in such a passionate way, an extraordinarily intimidating woman reduced to star in her eyes at the mention of the topic of geography, dragons, and even sword fighting.
He didn’t think twice to ask you to go dragon riding with him, in the morning, which you eagerly agreed to, and Lord what a menace you two became.
The sky was cloudy as two giant dragons raced through the heights. Alicent and Viserys were having heart attacks at the sight, but Daemon (the OG unhinged mf) assured them that it was merely Targaryen fun. After that, it became common for the two of you to do completely reckless stuff together with no remorse whatsoever.
Aemond felt his best, and the truest he would ever be with you. Without you having to ask, he removed his eyepatch, and you didn’t treat him any different.
He was in love even more desperately when you agreed to teach him more about archery and the way soldiers had taught you to train in the Vale.
He was happy to have you all to himself, and you also smiled at the fact that he was everything you could ever want. He didn’t wait to ask his Mother to arrange his betrothal to you, and Viserys agreed immediately.
While Viserys thought you were literally Daemon’s recklessness coming back to haunt him, he could see the way you loved his son and set the agreement with Daemon.
If courtship had been fun, betrothal was even better. He enjoyed walks with you across in front of the members of the court while you wore green, to match him now.
He always felt jealous at even the thought of someone approaching you that wasn’t him. But you?
The second you saw a Baratheon girl trying to coax him away and steal his attention while you had not been present for a second, you only threw him a glance and had him wrapped around your finger all over again. Grabbing his face and planting a sweet kiss to his lips, and sent her a terrifying smile.
“The Cannibal enjoys stag dinners sometimes, did you know that?”
Your whisper in her ear as you walked her away left her frozen, and the rumors of it drove every girl at court away from your betrothed.
When the rumors reached Aemond’s ears he knew you two were definitely meant to be.
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inkareds · 7 months
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First Time Modern Aegon Targaryen 3 / 10 - Unreal Unearth Event
nav // event masterlist // hotd m.list (tba) // ko-fi ✧.* word count: 4.3k (a long one lmao) ✧.* genre: angst with good ending ✧.* warnings: Aegon is an alcoholic trying to be better, Alicent and Otto aren't the best people, a lot of pining and self hatred (Aegon)
When Aegon meets you, someone so fun and yet so kind, he doesn't think you could ever love him. But when you do, he doesn't know if he deserves it.
Modern Aegon makes me so soft, like I hate canon Aegon sm but Modern! Aegon who wants to do better whose just a sad, depressed, little attention seeker whose trying. Now that, that pulls at my heartstrings.
As always lyric breakdown and analysis of this fic is at the end of it.
Also only ONE slot is left for my October writing event!
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"Remember once I told you about // How before I heart it from your mouth // My name would always hit my ears // As such an awful sound // The first time that you called me 'baby' // and some part of me came alive"
“Aegon!” His mother calls. 
“Aegon!” His brother calls.
“Aegon!” His father calls. 
Aegon, Aegon, Aegon, Aegon. 
It is his name. The one given by his father and mother. Aegon Targaryen, second child of Viserys Targaryen, first child of Alicent Hightower. And yet, he hates it when he hears it. 
His father yells his name in contempt, as any and all mistakes his older sister feels the brunt of are all blamed on him. His mother yells his name in disappointment, hatred coating every syllable of his name when she speaks it. His brother yells his name in disgust, reprimanding him as if he is his brother’s keeper. 
Aegon hates it. Though he knows it to be fair. For he is a Targaryen through and through with his dashing good looks, dazzling white hair, and delightful violet eyes. And with his charming looks and even deeper pockets, the public is much more lenient on him. Especially when he fucks every woman in his uni and drinks every kind of liquor until his eyes glaze over and he can’t speak. 
His father hates him, he disappoints his mother, and he disgusts his brother. And so, he hates himself, he’s disappointed in himself, and he’s disgusted in himself. 
But like an attention-seeking mutt who knows touch only when they are hit, he continues his ministrations. His drunken parties, his whoring attitude. If not to dull the ache of feeling less like a human and more of a mistake, then to get his family's attention, even if that attention is a terrible one. 
It was pathetic and he knows it, everyone in his family and in his life tries to tell him that it’s pathetic as if he doesn’t understand that more than anyone else. But he laughs, a chagrined grin decorates his face, and he pretends like it doesn’t bother him. Then the next day he is drowning himself in gin at a frat party, shoving his tongue down a random person’s throat. 
“Hey stranger,” he muses as he sits on the couch next to you. 
You roll your eyes, “Not interested, pretty boy.” 
“Oooo,” he feigns being hurt, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “Playing hard to get are you, baby?” 
His arm goes to sling itself around your shoulders as he leans himself to your side. You only laugh and sip your red solo cup. Letting the burn of whatever strong alcohol Aegon bought with his limitless money ease you into his touch. 
“Nope, just not interested.” 
“Oh come on, everyone’s interested in this,” at this point Aegon was so deep in his cups that his words slurred and he was leaning on you so much that in a few moments, he’ll have collapsed on your lap. 
“Maybe that’s the issue dumbass,” you hummed grinning as he does somehow lose his balance even when seated and collapsed on your lap. 
Aegon looks up at you from your lap, with a dopey grin and messy white hair. You couldn’t help yourself to rake your fingers through his silky locks, slightly tangled from sweat. He all but purrs at your touch, crooning his head like a cat towards the palm of your hand. 
“I’m going to have to force you to sleep earlier than you usually do tonight pretty boy,” you spoke barely loud enough to be audible through the loud music. 
Though Aegon was sure that even in the loudest of loud rooms he’d be able to hear you whisper in a crowd. 
He pouts, “Why? The night’s still young.” 
“Well, it’s 2 a.m. and in a couple of days, we have our grading for our final portraits collection.” You reminded him of the art class the two of you share together. 
Much to the disappointment of Aegon, when he had graduated high school his mother had practically forced him to attend University for an undergrad. A major in Business Media and Marketing and a minor of his choice. To the surprise of everyone, he chose a minor in Fine Arts. That choice of minor is what led him to be in the same classes as you. 
A major in Fine Arts and a minor in Art History, you lived and breathed the world of visual art. As his true self blossomed in all of his art classes, he couldn’t help but be more attentive to his classmates in those classes than the others. When a majority of them were the classic introverted, hermit, of art students, he repeatedly saw you attend frat party after frat party. 
Drink yourself to drunkenness and partake in the pleasures of the flesh, though not as much as he does, but more than the other classmates that’s for sure. That’s what pulls him to you. 
The juxtaposition of your existence was proof that someone intelligent can also be wild and fun, unlike his siblings. You were like him in that manner. You thrived on the recklessness of being young and free, yet when the sun rose you glowed with passion and thrived for a happy future. He didn’t think that was possible. 
Didn’t think someone could think and have so much hope for the future and not be a stick in the mud like Aemond, Helaena, or hell even Daeron is. 
But there you were. 
Not surprising anyone, even your friends, you became quick friends with Aegon Targaryen. However, what surprised people was how long you were friends with him. They thought the two of you would be friends for a little while, screw around here and there, get bored of each other and then move on to your separate lives. 
Yet here you were, almost three years into your undergrad and almost three years into your friendship with the Targaryen and neither of you have ended up in each other’s bed. 
Though not for a lack of trying, Aegon was a merciless flirt. He tried at first to woo you into his bed, but when he realised that didn’t work he thought the friends-to-friends-with-benefits pipeline would serve the two of you better. When you wouldn’t relent to that, he finally accepted that the two of you won’t fuck. Though the flirting never stops. 
“Come on dragon,” you hauled him towards his bed after finally convincing him to get in the Uber with you. 
Aegon, with his face smushed into his pillow, smiles at the nickname you gave him after finding out his family was one of those rich old ones that somehow had a family sigil. 
“God, you’re going to regret drinking that much tomorrow morning.” You chuckled moving to take off his shoes and placing them down and going out to grab him a glass of water. 
“I always do!” he yells out and gets himself comfortable on his bed. 
“But you never learn!” You call out from the kitchen, grabbing a pitcher of water and an empty glass, as well as something for the morning when his headaches wrack his brain. 
The two of you did this so often now that it feels like routine. It wasn’t like you were always the responsible one, there were also times when he’d have to pull you away from bad decisions. It’s just that he makes them more often than you do. 
When you return, his eyes are already closed and his body is somewhat wrapped in blankets. You silently chuckled and for the second time that night, after putting down the things you were carrying, you weaved your hands through his hair.
You always loved them, envied them to a degree, how effortless gorgeous his curls were. Even when he was hammered beyond insanity, they were always there to frame his gorgeous face. 
So maybe you did like him a little bit. More than how friends would but you won’t ever admit it. Not to him at least. You know he isn’t ready for anything serious and you didn’t want to put that burden onto him. So you were content in just being his friend. It wasn’t too bad. 
But when you are about to leave, his hand grasps your arm and he cracks his eyes slightly, “Sleep here just for tonight. It’s cold and late.” 
You know that it’s those extra feelings of yours for him that allow you to agree and slink into his bed. 
As drunk as he was, Aegon knows what he’s doing. He pulls you close to him and lets the slow rise and fall from your breathing lull him to sleep. Hopeful that you don’t see through his apparent affection and longing. And you think he is asleep when you place a soft kiss on his forehead. 
When he wakes the next day, it is close to noon and your warmth has left his bed, leaving behind a small indentation as the only proof of you ever being there last night. Other than the little note you left on his bedside table instructing him to drink the pill you’ve provided so that he could actually work on his artwork and not be too distracted by his clanging hangover. 
He grits his teeth and pretends he doesn’t wish you were still here. 
Picking up the note he can’t help but smile at your handwriting, “Don’t forget to drink lots of water pretty boy.”
Pretty boy, dumbass, dragon, sometimes, though extremely rarely, Aeg. He never hears you call him his actual name. It’s always the little nicknames and pet names. He likes it that way, it separates you from everyone else. 
From his family who calls it in contempt and from the people around him who calls it either in mock sweetness before they ask him for a favour or in lust. 
He doesn’t know when he started loving you instead of just liking you. Doesn’t know when the line between seeing you as a friend and as a crush started to blur together in his mind. But he knows when he does realise it, he tries everything he can to hide from it. Because he doesn’t want to think about how you might feel about him. 
But as the events of the night repeat in his mind, a deep guttural kind of sickness bubbles in his stomach. So much so that he runs to the bathroom to expel the bile and alcohol from the previous night. 
Aegon doesn’t know what is worse, you rejecting him if he were to pursue you or what is happening now, you accepting him if he were to pursue you. 
One of the choices means you saw what everyone else saw, someone not worth being loved. But the latter means you thought he was deserving of all your love and passion. Which he doesn’t think he does. 
Do you see yourself as that low to allow yourself to think his love could match your own? 
No, you deserve someone better than him. He knows that. 
But why does the thought of you being with someone else cause such a disgruntled fear and hatred within himself that he can’t help but wretch out more vomit from his system?
He hates it. Hates the war that’s raging in his heart, hates the way it twists and breaks him apart. 
He’s happy that you feel the same way he does, but he hates that it means you love him. Him, someone so undeserving of it. 
He wishes to see you spend your energy, time, and love with someone who actually deserves it but would rather die than see you with someone else. 
The war rages on in his heart, through days and weeks, you can see it too. Though you ignore it. 
You know better than most when to leave people alone to fight their own battles. And right now, though you didn’t know what battle Aegon was facing, whether that was between him and his family or him and himself. All you know is that he’ll come to you with his heart and problems when he’s ready. For now, you won’t force it upon him. 
He knows it too and he hates it too. He wishes you could just make his decision for him, just like the people closest in his life have done. But you’ve given him his own self to decide. 
So, there you were, still partying till dawn when you didn’t have exams. Drinking, laughing, having fun. All the while he laughs and jokes around, pretending like his mind isn’t just filled with one thing, you.
But then one day he’s at a party and when he sees you refuse a drink, controlling yourself as tomorrow you had to wake up early, he refuses the drink as well. When you bid him goodbye to go home earlier, he accompanies you home, going home early as well. 
When you decline his invitation to go to a party the next week as you have to finish your dissertation. He doesn’t push you to join him and instead ends the phone call and opens his laptop to study for an upcoming test in Media 101. 
When you rage to him about not being able to get the proportions to a painting correctly, he doesn’t offer to grab a drink with you to loosen your ministrations and paint easier. Instead of going over to your studio and giving as much constructive criticism as he possibly could. 
When finals finally ended and the two of you went to a party every night, he didn’t drink himself till he was close to passing out. Instead, he’s laughing and joking around with you. Oddly having deep conversations as the two of you idly make yourselves away from the party and to an empty field in the Uni where you could stargaze and talk for ages. 
And when he invites you to his family’s annual gala, the one the Targaryens have to make stronger business connections and is filled to the brim with prim and proper ladies and gents, as he always does every year since you’ve been friends, he actually tells his mother that he’ll be there. Not like every other year where he gives her a non-commital answer, only to flake out the day off, making Aemond have to drag him to the event and him asking you to be his ‘date’ mere hours before the actual event. 
No, this time he asks you weeks in advance. Telling you the details, the colours his family wants him to wear, the kinds of people his mother tells him will be there. Details that he’s been informed of every year but has never made a note to remember. 
And he can see the way your eyes sparkle with excitement. 
Then the day comes and his hands are sweaty with nervousness. Why? Perhaps it’s because this is the first time he’s attended a gala, without a hint of alcohol in his system since he was twelve. And when he comes to your apartment to pick you up in Sunfyre, his affectionately named yellow Ferrari sf90 Stradale, he can’t help but let his jaws drop to the floor. 
Every other time he’s dragged you to this gala after Aemond has dragged him into it, you’ve had to find something formal to use that’s already in your closet. Quickly freshening yourself up in the small amount of time Aegon has told you to get ready. 
But now, with weeks of preparation, you looked incredible.
“God, I forgot how obnoxious your car is.” 
“Did you also forget he has a name?” He regains his composure quickly. 
You roll your eyes as he opens the door for you. 
“Rightttt,” you cringed, “I forgot how obnoxious Sunfyre is.” 
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When the two of you get to the large estate and Aegon gives his keys over to a valet after highlighting the importance of the car, you two walk arm-in-arm into the gala. Unsurprisingly, guests are on him like vultures to rotten meat almost immediately. Aemond is close behind, watching his brother with a hawk-like gaze to make sure he doesn’t say anything that would embarrass the family name even more. 
Though Aegon mentioned to you before that Aemond lessened his watch when Aegon started bringing you to these things, most likely believing that you can somehow keep him in line. 
As the night drags on and the two of you are separated, Aegon’s throat grows drier and drier aching for the buzz of alcohol. Especially when his grandfather and mother pull him to one of the closed-off and empty rooms to talk about his father’s company. 
“Like I have told you time and time again, I don’t want it. Let Rhaenyra have it, father practically already names her to inherit everything when he dies.” He argues. 
The ‘conversation’ was quickly getting heated as the other two people in the room pressured him to take his inheritance as it is what he is entitled to. 
“Then what happens when Rhaenyra takes over the company? She’ll quickly remove you and your siblings from the company’s name, she’ll take everything and leave us with nothing.” Alicent argues, quickly closing the distance between the two of them. 
Aegon may have grown taller than Alicent now, but she is still his mother, and that causes him to slink away. 
“She won’t! You’re letting grandfather’s fears get into your head-”
“Aegon!” His grandfather yells, causing both him and his mother to jolt in surprise, “You are your father’s first son, that company belongs to you. Not Rhaenyra. You were born for the position. Take it!” He leaves before Aegon can argue about the matters further. 
When the wooden doors slam, his mother roughly grabs his face and forces him to look at her. 
“I’m surprised I don’t smell alcohol on you, but that’s not going to do anything if you don’t get out there and start getting our business partners to be on your side. The company will belong to you even if Rhaenyra tries to take it.” 
She roughly shoves his face away and just like his grandfather storms out of the room. Leaving Aegon isolated and alone in a room with a well-stocked bar. 
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“Hel, have you seen Aegon anywhere? He went to talk to his mom and grandfather and now I can’t find him.”
Helaena only shook her head and furrowed her brows. Clearly worried if not slightly frustrated at her brother’s disappearance. It wouldn’t be long before their mother came to them angry about Aegon not conversing with the guests. 
“I know where he is,” you turned and were met with the irritated expression of Aemond. 
You looked at him with a slightly worried expression and accepted his silent offer to lead you to where Aegon was. After being friends with Aegon for so long you’ve made a weird friendship with his siblings, Daeron less than the others due to the age difference, but both Aemond and Helaena has been good companions in these events when Aegon would drag you along. 
But when the two of you neared a secluded part of the large estate you grew even more worried about Aegon. You’re not dumb to see how he was changing, how much less he’s been drinking and how he’s ever so slightly more focused on getting better grades. You may not know the reason why, waiting for him to tell you instead of asking yourself, but you’ve tried to be supportive in your own little way. 
Removing any and all visible alcohol in your apartment. Helping him with his coursework even when he doesn’t ask for it. Initiating more hang outs that were earlier in the day so he’d be forced to wake up earlier and thus have more time in the day. You were happy you got to help or support him in your own little way. 
You just hoped he could see how proud you were. 
“He’s in there.” Aemond gestures to a closed wooden door, though before you walked in you looked at him. 
“You’re not going to drag him out?” 
Aemond paused, his eyes looking away before humming to himself. 
“Not this time.” Was his simple answer before he left. 
When he walks away you walk into the room. The first thing that greets you is the state of the room. 
There were couches with pillows thrown to the other side of the room, tables overturned with chess pieces clattered on the ground, and chairs broken after getting thrown to the other side of the room. Not to mention the bar cabinets wide open with glass shards from dropped wine and champagne glasses and spilt alcohol littering the ground. 
The next was the large glass doors that led to a beautiful balcony that was wide open, its curtains billowing in the wind as the sole inhibitor of the room stood leaning against the bannisters. One hand on the bannister and the other hanging low holding onto a bottle of wine. 
His white hair was a mess and he had thrown his suit jacket somewhere in the room, there were red stains on his white shirt, most likely from the alcohol, and his back was facing you. 
“I think mother would prefer me to stay here and wallow in my patheticness than get back out there.” He states when the door you entered from creaked open, “So fuck off, brother.”
You sighed, not bothering to answer him and instead turning to close the door behind you. Aegon grew frustrated at the lack of response. 
“I said fuck off!” he yelled, waving his almost-empty bottle of wine around, hanging his head low as his free hand ruffle his hair even more. 
You still didn’t answer, walking towards him slowly, making sure he could hear your steps so that you wouldn’t give him a fright. 
“What the fuck are you still doing here, Aemond?!” 
“I’m not Aemond.” You whispered as your arms wrapped his body in a hug. 
You feel his back tense before slumping to the bannister and your hold, dropping the wine bottle. Not caring if it smashed or not, which thankfully it didn’t. You leaned your entire body onto his back and rested your head against the back of his neck, inhaling what was left of his cologne that was slowly getting outpowered by the staunch smell of alcohol. 
The two of you stayed like that for a little while, that is until you feel his body begin to wrack. Followed by the soft sounds of his cries. That was when you let go of him and instead moved to stand beside him. Leaning against the bannisters as well as you watched him cover his face with his hands. Sobs and tears crashing through him like waves and waves of disgust over himself. 
“I’m sorry.” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” he repeated, again and again and again. 
Until you couldn’t take it anymore and you took his arms in your hands, pulling it away so that you could see his face. Tears freely flowed from his eyes and you reached up to wipe them away. 
“It’s alright pretty boy.” You hummed, smiling up at him. 
The sheer warmth and kindness you exuded to someone like him caused his cries to wrack through him even harder. Gods he doesn’t deserve you.
“I tried,” he croaked out. “I tried so hard.” 
You hummed in response, not really knowing what he was talking about but knowing he was speaking more to himself than to you at this moment. As you reached up to wipe his tears again he took ahold of your hand and kept it in its place on his cheek as he leaned into your touch. 
“I tried so hard to be better, be better for all of them, for my mother, for my grandfather, for my siblings, for you.” He spoke through closed eyes and furrowed brows, not seeing your wide-eyed expression. “Yet it’s never enough, I can never be better. No matter how hard I try you’re always going to find me fucking drunk out of my ass, a fucking mess. Someone who doesn’t deserve your love.” 
“Aegon.” his eyes snap open at the mention of his name from your lips. 
That was when he saw how close the two of you were. You were peering at him with so much adoration in your eyes that he wished he could slink back in fear of how much you loved him. 
“You are always enough for me.” You stated, now bringing both your hands to cup his face, not in the harsh or forceful way that his mother did, but in your own soft way, “You don’t have to be the perfect person to deserve my love. I’m giving it to you. I don’t care, but the fact that you want to be better itself just shows me how much you deserve my love. I love you Aegon, God I have loved you for so long.” 
He felt his chest constricting. 
“I love you so much that while I’m worried about you every time you drink, I’ll be here for you every step of your wanting to stop. And I love you too much to run if you make a mistake here and there. Aegon,” you mused smiling now seeing how your words were slowly seeping into him, “I love you.” 
He couldn’t say anything. His words were failing him and he felt the need to push you away and pull you closer. So, you took matters into your own hands, you placed your lips on his own and let him melt into your touch. There was nothing sensual or lustful about the kiss, nothing like how he’d kiss the other guys or girls at his frat parties. With you, it was all love and adoration. 
When you pulled away Aegon’s eyes widened with desperation and fear, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” You whispered when you noticed, making good of your statement by placing your hands at the back of his neck as he wrapped his own around your figure. 
“I want to be better,” he whispers as he places his forehead against yours, “I want to be better for you.”
“I know you do, Aegon.” 
His name sounds like honey on your lips. 
“I love you.”
“I love you too Aegon.” 
And he thinks he doesn’t mind it when you say it. No, he loves it when you say it. 
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In First Time, Hozier sings about the absolute beauty of finding someone so similar to yourself. He says that a part of him dies and some part of him thrives when his lover calls him baby. I imagine the same way with Aegon. He’s so used to his name being called when he’s in trouble, especially when someone’s yelling it out. He can only remember his name being called with tones of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion. But with the Reader, every time they call his name, it’s always filled with so much kindness and care that he wants to be better for the Reader. He knows the Reader likes him and he knows they know he likes him too, but he refuses to confront them about it until he’s become a better version of himself. The part of him that dies is the part of him that wants his name to be called in an angry manner and the part of him that suddenly lives is the old childish dream of his to just have fun with the people he loves.
in conclusion
I AM SOFT FOR MODERN AEGON TARGARYEN TRYING TO BE BETTER
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minami97 · 11 months
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Bonding With Ageon Over Terrible Parents Headcanons
(Trigger warning: Toxic Family)
(This is quite personal to me as I have a very dysfunctional relationship with my own family)
• The both of you met at a group therapy that your families sent you both to and became fast friends
• You both talked about your childhood, life and upbringing
• "I thought I'm the only one with a shit show family." "Mine's probably the worst, absentee father, a mother that love my siblings more that me." "Yeah, you win."
•"Shall we get drinks sometimes? When it's not a session day? The drinks will be non alcoholic of course." "Yeah, I'd like that."
• After a few hang out, you both became great friends, each other's cheerleader and support.
•Aegon invites you to his family dinners as his support and, him to yours.
• Defending each other when being berrated by parents during dinner.
• Star gazing nights, which one day turned into a love confessions between you both.
• "I love you." "I love you too." And you shared a kiss under the stars to seal the deal.
• Both of your families were surprised that the both of you passed the one year mark and being happy.
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hoteldreamss · 3 months
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Метки: modern/современность AU; подчинённый!Эйгон х босс!читательница; контент 18+; употребление алкоголя; секс после употреблении алкоголя.
Тебе приходилось быть дисциплинированной, ответственной и стараться больше других, чтобы занять место директора небольшого филиала огромной компании. И ты искренне
надеялась сохранить его, во всяком случае, пока Эйгон Таргариен не устроился одним из работников в филиале под твоим руководством.
Подходя к комнатке, где были все канцелярские предметы, ты желаешь просто взять свои стикеры и вернуться в собственный кабинет. Подперев дверь стулом, чтобы она не захлопнулась, и ты не смогла застрять в небольшой кладовке, ты достаёшь пачку стикеров.
— Привет. — Эйгон подходит к тебе, тоже зайдя в эту комнатку и ища что-то для себя.
— Здравствуй, Эйгон, — произносишь ты, разворачиваясь и видя, что дверь захлопнута. — Ты закрыл дверь?
Он отрывается от поисков ручек и смотрит сначала на тебя, потом на дверь.
— Да, наверное, она закрылась. Ну, ты можешь просто открыть её, — он пожимает плечами, и говорит с тобой так, будто ты была ребёнком, который только начал познавать мир.
Ты смотришь на него с яростью, Эйгон легко может увидеть злость и раздражение на твоём лице. Подходя к двери, ты дёргаешь её за ручку, толкая от себя, но она не открывается, твой наглядный пример с нотками раздражения в твоих резких движениях даёт понять Эйгону, что он облажался.
— Я не знал, что она не должна быть закрыта.
— Она была подпёрта стулом, зачем, по-твоему, это сделано?
Чувство вины и мысли о том, что он придурок моментально обрушиваются на него.
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Эйгон невольно засматривается на твой зад, когда ты склоняешься над столом его коллеги. Пока Лин показывает тебе таблицу с клиентами и другими данными о них, ты наклоняешься чуть ближе к экрану, смотря на монитор компьютера и не замечая, как взгляд Эйгона прикован к тебе, а не к своему компьютеру. Он не мог ничего с собой сделать.
Ты просто была невероятна. Эйгон знает, что он не может взять и делать тоже самое, что и с другими любыми девушками. Ты кажется его возраста или может младше на год или два, хотя может и старше, он до конца не уверен сколько тебе. Но ты его начальница, пока он всего лишь новенький, который явно не отличается умом здесь. Эйгон знает, что у него немного вариантов затащить тебя в постель, но в какой-то момент он подумал о чём-то большем, чем трах в твоём кабинете. Он подумал, что сходить с тобой на свидание было бы интереснее. Хотя от перепихона в твоём кабинете он не отказался бы.
Но Эйгону не хотелось терять работу. Если бы о вашей связи узнали, то его бы уволили, а тебя отчитали. Можно встречаться и быть мужем и женой, но одноразовый перепихон запрещён. Эйгон ненавидел это правило. Ему нужна была эта работа, в конце концов учёба в универе пригодилась. К тому же, он больше не хотел жить на деньги семьи, хотя бы частично, но он решил справляться сам. Ему надоело быть единственным неудачником в семье, пока Хелейна могла оправдаться депрессией, Эймонд был врачом, а Дейрон был на пути становления преподавателем грёбанной филоссофии, Эйгон только и делал, что позорил семью своей безответственностью и бесперспективностью.
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— Где сводка твоих клиентов? — интересуешься ты, стоя рядом с Эйгоном. Ты всегда сохраняла дистанцию, даже с ним.
— Я работаю над ней, — произносит он, выглядя немного застигнутым врасплох.
— Ты делаешь это с самого утра, сейчас почти шесть вечера, рабочий день скоро закончится. — Ты скрещиваешь руки на груди, смотря на своего подчинённого.
Эйгон невольно замечает, как твоя грудь совсем чуть-чуть виднеется из твоего выреза в блузке. Его член слегка дёргается в брюках, но стоит ему увидеть твоё хмурое выражение лица, он думает о той странной сексуальной фантазии, которой он придавался в прошлую пятницу.
— Через минуту будет.
Ты молча уходишь в свой кабинет, ничего больше не сказав.
Время было около семи, а ты всё ещё была на работе, продолжая стараться, надеясь, что это позволит тебе освободиться на выходные полностью. Ты на самом деле уставала, работая на должности главного менеджера, стараясь изо всех сил, потому что надеялась добиться большего, снова заслужить повышения.
Эйгон стучит костяшками о косяк, оказываясь в дверном проходе и заслужив твоё внимание. Ты снимаешь свои очки, смотря на парня с ожиданием.
— Сводка клиентов. — Он подходит к твоему столу и кладёт пару листов перед тобой, пока ты смотришь на своего подчинённого. — Ты не собираешься домой?
— Не все довольствуются меньшим и надеются на лучшее, — язвишь ты, хотя твой тон спокойный и если бы не фраза, Эйгон не подумал бы, что ты грубишь ему.
— Я правда стараюсь. Я раньше вообще не работал.
— Все знают из какой ты семьи, ты мог продолжать не работать, как и твои дети, даже может твои внуки, — произносишь ты. — Зачем тебе занимать место, на которое может прийти человек, который будет справляться, будет работать лучше и быстрее.
— Я хотел стать самостоятельным. Тоже чего-то добиться своими силами.
Ты смотришь на него пару секунд, пока видишь, как он выглядит слегка неуверенно.
— Половина людей здесь сидели, когда я пришла сюда работать, на такое место, как сейчас у тебя. И эти люди до сих пор здесь сидят. Они не получают больших денег, им хватает на жизнь, даже на отпуск, о котором они мечтают, но это если накопить. И по тому, как ты работаешь, кажется, что ты будешь сидеть здесь даже когда на моём месте будет кто-то другой.
Эйгон задумывается, немного опуская плечи. Он никогда не смотрел дальше завтрашнего дня. Эйгон с первого дня здесь думал лишь о том, как затащить тебя в постель, и продержаться на этом месте подольше, особо не напрягаясь.
Но ничего не сказав он просто уходит.
Ты видишь через стеклянные стены своего кабинета, как он берёт свой рюкзак и выключает компьютер.
***
Ты обожала пятницы, уже представляя, как вернёшься домой, примешь ванную и насладишься вином с роллами, и может пересмотром «отчаянных домохозяек».
Но кажется, твои планы хочет нарушить единственный работник, который мог это сделать.
Эйгон немного пугает тебя, когда подкрадывается сзади и отдаёт тебе папку с документами.
— Что это? — интересуешься ты.
Он стоит слишком близко к тебе, заставляя тебя чувствовать дискомфорт, но его это явно не смущает.
— Отчёт, — произносит он, довольно улыбаясь. Эйгон определённо ждал твоей похвалы и может это тронуло бы его сердце.
— Ты сделал его вовремя? — Ты прищуриваешься, с недоверием смотря на Эйгона.
— Да. — Он расплывается в более широкой улыбке, явный довольный своей работой. — И я проверил его, здесь всё правильно.
Ты принимаешь его папку, отвлекаясь от того, чтобы разложить всё правильно на своём столе. Открыв отчёт, ты видишь, что первые страницы правильно оформлены, и данные все учтены, всё выглядит правильным.
— Молодец. Но я проверю это в понедельник, - произносишь ты. – Через двенадцать минут заканчивается рабочий день.
— Но… — Эйгон останавливает себя. Он надеялся, что уже сейчас ты что-то скажешь ему по поводу работы, но чтение отчёта и его проверка займёт намного больше времени, чем десять минут.
Ты провожаешь его взглядом. Он походил на грустного щенка, когда получил отказ, и ты даже почувствовала себя слегка виноватой.
***
— Я быстро пробежалась по нему, там всё в порядке, во всяком случае на первый взгляд. — Ты ищешь ключи от машины в сумке, когда подходишь к рабочему столу Эйгона. — В понедельник я проверю его детальнее, но ты молодец, Эйгон. Это была хорошая работа.
Он не может сдержать улыбку и его глаза даже светятся.
— Увидимся в понедельник.
— Пока. — Он провожает тебя взглядом, невольно чувствуя себя слишком хорошо за последнее время. Он даже забыл это чувство.
***
Ему нравится быть хорошим мальчиком для тебя. Как бы парадоксально это не было, Эйгон, даже не осознавая этого, ассоциировал тебя с богиней. Ему нравилась твоя грудь, твои бёдра и зад, он ни раз представлял что-то слегка извращённое по отношению к тебе.
Но у вас было мало возможностей оставаться наедине. Ты также всегда сохраняла профессионализм, создавая дистанцию между вами, как в прямом так и в переносном смысле.
И сейчас, когда все работники праздновали Рождество, и были пьяны, слегка или даже в стельку, то Эйгон решил попытать свою удачу. Особенно, когда надеялся может даже на что-то большее, чем на одноразовый секс с тобой.
— Как дела?
Ты поднимаешь голову, больше не смотря на маленький шведский столик из закусок для корпоративной вечеринки. Эйгон был выше тебя, хотя не был высоким парнем. Он выглядит трезвее большинства работников и это смущает тебя.
— Почему ты не пьёшь? — По твоему взгляду заметно, что может быть ты слегка перебрала.
— Вроде как я стараюсь этого не делать. — Он пожимает плечами, держа одну руку в кармане, а во второй стаканчик с соком. — В прошлом я вёл себя не круто, особенно, когда напивался. Поэтому типа завязал.
Ты хмыкаешь, а твои брови сводятся к переносице делая тебя слегка забавной для Эйгона.
— Мне нужно спросить о деталях? — в твоём голосе не чувствуется язвительности, скорее замешательство.
— Я вроде как был на реабилитации из-за этого. Может расскажу в другой раз. — Эйгон лишь получает твой кивок, замечая, что ты совершенно не расположена для разговора. — Знаешь, уже многие ушли. — Он оглядывает ваш офис, и к его счастью можно увидеть всего пару работников. — И ты явно перебрала. Может, я мог бы подвести тебя домой? Такси наверняка сейчас будет дорогое, учитывая какой день и какое время.
Ты задумывается, также оглядывая ваш офис через окно конференц зала, где прошла ваша корпоративная вечеринка.
— Я… моя машина, — ты явно перебрала, хотя пить алкоголь тебе было не свойственно, сегодня вечером ты забыла о том, что следует делать. — Не хочу оставлять её здесь.
— Я могу повести. Просто потом вернусь за своей машиной.
***
Эйгон не знает, кто и богов благоволил ему, но он считает себя обязанным высшим силам. Ты прямо под ним, немного ленивая, с покрасневшими щеками, мурлыкаешь от удовольствия, когда его член входит в твоё влажное, горячее лоно.
Кровать под вами слегка скрипит, но вы не обращаете на это внимание. Ты слишком пьяна, чтобы думать о нескольких вещах сразу. Эйгон сосредоточен только на том, чтобы получить и доставить удовольствие. Уткнувшись носом в твою шею, Эйгон сжимает крепче твой зад одной рукой, другой держась за грядушку кровати.
***
Эйгон не думал, что проснётся раньше тебя, но вот, он наблюдает, как ты уткнувшись лицом в подушку, с растрёпанными волосами и запутавшись в одеяле. Он не может сдержать ухмылки от твоего вида. Наклонившись он, Эйгон оставляет несколько поцелуев на твоей щеке, спускаясь ниже, к шее и плечам, тревожа твой сон и вырывая из тебя недовольное еле слышное мычание.
Ему сложно представить, что ты отвергнешь его. Эйгон уверен, что стоит тебе открыть глаза, ты обрадуешься ему, но этого не происходит.
Когда ты открываешь глаза, то шарахаешься от Эйгона, придерживая одеяло.
— Что ты здесь делаешь? — твой голос охрипший и тихий после сна.
— Ты просила меня подвести тебя до дома. — Эйгон наклоняешься к тебе снова, усеивая твою шею поцелуями. — Потом мы зашли к тебе в квартиру и хорошо провели ночь.
Эйгон спускается к твоему плечу, его руки на твоей талии. Он собирается снова поглотить тебя, насладиться тобой.
— Тебе лучше уйти, — произносишь ты, отстранившись от Эйгона и быстро выскальзывая из кровати. Схватив свою домашнюю футболку, что могла прикрыть большую часть твоего тела, ты сразу надеваешь её.
— Сейчас? Может позавтракаем? Я неплохо готовлю яичницу и тосты.
— У меня пустой холодильник. Тебе лучше позавтракать в ближайшем кафе.
Быстро собрав его вещи, ты стараешься не нагибаться перед своим подчинённым, чтобы не светить задом. Кинув кучку ткани перед Эйгоном, ты надеешься, что это будет хорошим намёком.
— Брось. Мы можем хорошо провести время.
— У меня были планы на субботу, тебе лучше уйти. — Ты находишь своё нижнее бельё и быстро надеваешь его. — И никогда никому не говори, что произошло.
— Почему? — Он пододвигается на кровати, так, что теперь его ноги касаются твоего деревянного пола. — Что в этом плохого?
Ты разворачиваешься к нему, после того, как собрала свои вещи. Теперь ты держишь их в руках.
— Потому что меня могут уволить. Это серьёзно, Эйгон. Я не хочу потерять свою работу и должность из-за жалкого перепихона с "золотым мальчиком".
Он не придерживаете одеяло, когда встаёт со своего места. И теперь ты прекрасно видишь его полностью. Может ты немного удивлена, но с другой стороны теперь понимаешь, почему он такой самоуверенный с женщинами.
— Это было не просто перепихоном! — Эйгон явно был разочарован.
— Боги! Просто свали, Эйгон, и держи язык за зубами. — Ты скрываешься в ванной, закрываясь на защёлку и надеясь, что когда выйдешь, не застанешь голого Эйгона Таргариена у себя в квартире.
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WILDEST DREAMS.
Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x pregnant!Reader
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Neither of you would have thought you‘d ever end up like this — dating for hardly a year and you pregnant with Aegon‘s child. Yet he still has another surprise up his sleeve.
WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, pregnant sex, pregnancy, lactation kink, semi public sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink
WORDS: 3.5 K
NOTES: Thanks to @lovelykhaleesiii for this amazing request! This can be read as part of the Mine and Mine only universe. 🤭
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White Harbor has never looked more peaceful than it does at this moment. 
Just two days ago, the sky above the harbor was lit up by fireworks with thousands of people watching, and now the only lights you can see are the ones on the docked boats, and the street lights and buildings surrounding the harbor. 
Instead of a formal dinner with his friends, just like he has celebrated every year, Aegon has chosen to invite his younger siblings and their respective families to White Harbor to celebrate the New Year, renting a penthouse overlooking the impressive harbor. It was meant to be a trip no longer than three days, however, all parties involved have quickly decided that it would be better to extend the trip by a few more.
You and Aegon have been dating for hardly a year, meeting by chance in the very same spot you sit in right now, and, after you have found out that you both live in King’s Landing, decided to enter a situationship because you enjoyed each other’s company but weren’t looking for something serious. 
Until he got you pregnant by accident. 
After you both agreed to keep the child, you could swear you had spotted a few tears brimming in his eyes as you handed him the positive pregnancy test, you could observe from day to day how he became more and more absorbed in the father’s role. 
You’re seven months pregnant by now, and, except for the ridiculous amount of milk your body already provides for the child, you have little to no symptoms. The child has been moving quite a bit ever since you’ve hit the six month mark, but you have gotten used to it by now. 
Aegon’s arm is draped over the back of your chair with his fingers drawing mindless patterns along your upper arm, and you two bask in each other’s company and the silence surrounding you. You’re nursing your second glass of non-alcoholic wine, one hand resting on the swell of your bump and feeling the kicks of your child. 
While your eyes are fixed on the tv in the adjoining living room, the Disney movie still running that was meant to keep Helaena’s children occupied during dinner, Aegon has his eyes solely locked on you, watching you gently caress your protruding bump. 
He places his hand over yours, the sudden warmth prompting you to meet his loving gaze. 
You lean into his embrace, and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, before you nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his all too familiar, comforting scent. 
“You know they won’t come back, right?” you ask, voice slightly muffled because of the position of your face. 
Aemond and his wife left two hours ago to feed their little boy and bring him to bed, and have not returned ever since to do God-knows-what. Helaena and Cregan were a bit more persistent with both their children occupied by the television, before they eventually departed to bring them to bed, too. 
That left Aegon and you all by yourself without the hurry to get to bed. 
He chuckles at your words. “I figured as much,” he says, pinching your chin to bring your lips up to his. “We have this evening all to ourselves now.”
Knowing exactly what he is hinting at, your eyes take over a half-lidded gaze almost immediately, your hormones having you feel positively bubbly.
“And I suppose there are plenty of ways we can entertain ourselves in the meantime,” you purr against his lips, pecking them once. He has parted his lips when you pull back, clearly having anticipated you to deepen the kiss and not pull away after just one chaste peck. 
A growl rumbles in his chest as he’s figured out your teasing, and his voice is husky when he speaks again, “are there now?”
His eyes spark with the joy of mischief at his own words, sending a shiver straight down your spine. 
Aegon’s hand drops lower onto your hip, drawing you closer to him to the point you have to get up to straddle his lap. Just at the sight of the pregnant you climbing him, he could feel his crotch growing tighter, much more at the realization that it was his seed doing this to you.  
The skirt of your dress rides up your thighs as you make yourself comfortable to accommodate the space your bump creates. The fabric rucks up just below your belly, and your bare skin is too inviting for your boyfriend not to rub his hands up and down the outsides of your thighs. 
You rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean in to connect your lips with his. Aegon meets the kiss with passion, his arms snaking around your frame to pull you closer. Your lips press together with urgency, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. 
You run your fingers through his short, silver curls and hold him tight to you as the kiss deepens. You’re both eager to get as close as possible to each other, and you feel the evidence of your proximity and his desire pressing against your clothed and swollen pussy. 
Aegon draws back slightly, and you chase his lips for another kiss. It was passionate but short-lived with him lowering his head to kiss your jaw. 
He caresses the swell of your belly as he trails his lips to your neck, shoulder and then your collarbone. You whimper and whine at the heat on your skin that follows his lips, tilting your head to the side to grant him even more access. 
Teasingly slow, he hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress and drags it down your shoulder, completely unphased as he starts to nibble your skin. He proceeds to do the same with the other strap, letting them dangle in the cooks of your elbows with your arms bent.
He brushes his hand over the side of your bump up to your heavy breast, cupping it through the fabric. “You haven’t worn a bra all day long,” he rasps against your collar bone, looking up at you with dark blown eyes. “Such a little minx. Bet you didn’t even think about how badly I would have to hold myself back, huh?”
The touch to your breast sends a tremble through your body, and you arch your back into it. Biting your lip as you look down at him, you whisper teasingly, though there is a hint of glee audible in your words, “not one second.”
His piercing blue eyes widen for a moment, the true meaning behind your words slowly settling. When he squeezes your breast, you tug on his hair in return, causing him to groan, and with his head already tilted up, he presses his lips to your jaw. 
“You’re a very, very naughty girl… mommy.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks, and his words make your body hum with desire. 
You lick your lips, and bow your head to meet his, kissing him deeply. You start to grind over his clothed cock, eliciting sharp and heavy breaths from him and quiet whines from yourself whenever your lips parted for air. 
Resting your forehead against his, you rub your hands over his shoulders, squeezing them. “Mommy can be very naughty,” you say, pecking his lips once. “If she gets what she wants…”
“And what does she want?” The grin he has on his lips is perfectly audible, you don’t even have to see it. He knows all too well what you’re going to say, he just wants to hear it.
“You, daddy.”
You can tell he’s taken by surprise at the nickname, since you’ve never used it with him before, his eyes widen as he pulls back to regard you. But nevertheless, a low groan leaves his lips. 
Having always been insatiable and hungry for each other, it’s no surprise which direction it all takes when Aegon cups your ass and lifts you up to carefully sit you down on the table, standing between your parted legs. You bury your fingers in the hairs on the back of his neck again, and watch him carefully.
“Say that again.”
With a cheeky grin on your lips, your eyes visibly trail from his to his lips and then down to his crotch, the bulge perfectly visible. “Daddy,” you reply to the command, innocently batting your eyelashes at him. 
Aegon groans again, and when his hands tug on the front of your dress, you shimmy out of the straps to allow him to free your full breasts. It’s impossible for him to tear his eyes off of them, watching mesmerized how your nipples harden as the chill air hits them. 
You don’t even have to say anything for him to lean in and wrap his lips around one bud, skipping the teasing to suck on it immediately, swallowing your milk like a man starved. The stimulation and relief it brings has your back arching once again, all but shoving your breasts against his lips and into his hand. 
He’s pinching your other nipple between his fingers, coaxing drops of your milk to dribble down the curve of your breast while his lips greedily lap at your other. 
“Fuck,” you mewl, scratching your fingers over his scalp in a comforting manner. 
Aegon’s spurred on by the way your body writhes beneath his touch and your legs clamp around his hips, locking him in and prompting him to rut his hard cock against your clothed pussy. 
But as much as you yearn for the relief his lips bring you, the aching between your legs is too much and needs to be soothed by him. 
“I need you, Aeg,” you whine, grinding yourself against his hard-on. 
A deep groan rumbles in his chest at your words, stoking the already blazing need you have for each other. To your surprise, he pulls back from your breast with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your hard bud and his swollen lips. 
They are curled into a smug smirk, the expression that so often blesses his chiseled features. “What was that?” 
You sigh, biting your bottom lip to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. You know what he wants to hear. “I need you… daddy.”
Like a man possessed, Aegon pushes the skirt of your dress up and reveals your cotton panties. You haven’t worn thongs in ages, and he’s used to them by now, though it took him some while. 
Noticing the damp spot in the center of them, Aegon scoffs. “God, fuck, how I‘ve missed you,“ he husks, his eyes solely focused on the outlines of your swollen folds against the cotton. He‘s not talking to you, obviously. “So eager to be filled by me, baby, mh?”
He fists the fabric between his fingers and just rips it apart as if it‘s nothing, briefly meeting your pouting gaze. “I’ll buy you prettier ones,” he replies. 
His hands curl around your thighs to pull you closer towards the edge of the table, and you lean back and prop yourself on your hands, watching almost eagerly as he undoes the zipper of his pants and pulls out his cock. The tip is covered in an angry red, beads of pre cum glistening at the slit, looking all too painful and begging for relief. 
Fisting the base of his cock, he drags it through your swollen folds, soaking it in your arousal before he presses the tip against your entrance, meeting resistance. You brace yourself for the delicious stretch, and release a shuddered breath when he finally breeches your hole. 
Aegon doesn’t know where to look and touch you. Every inch of your body looks far too inviting, and he’s sure he could cum just knowing that he’s the one responsible for the swelling of your body. The half lidded gaze you flash at him doesn’t help either, driving him mad. 
A husky groan slips past his lips as your walls squeeze him ever so tightly, throbbing and twitching as you choke him like a vice. “Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I’m not gonna last long,” he rasps. 
One hand comes up to grope at your breast, while the other rests on the swell of your bump, splaying over it. 
As he pulls his hips back, you wrap your legs around them in a fruitless effort to force him back into you, but he is stronger and merely keeps the tip of his cock inside of you. 
“So eager to have me inside of you?” he teases, and your reply dies on your tongue as he thrusts sharply back into you. 
There’s a suppressed urgency in the way Aegon snaps his hips into yours so quickly and harshly, repeatedly bullying the sweet spot inside of you that makes you putty in his hands. The vigorous pace of his pounding leaves you scrambling for support, and you opt to prop yourself up on your elbows instead of your hands to steady yourself. 
Your head tilts back, and your mouth falls open, but you quickly clamp it shut to stop any wanton moans to fall from your lips. You can’t risk being too loud, as you don’t want anyone in the bedrooms far down the hallway to hear what you’re up to. 
The pleasure envelops you, and when you look at him, you spot him biting his bottom lip harshly, clearly struggling with staying quiet just as much as you do. What seems to distract him at least a bit is the way your breasts jiggle each time his hips meet yours, sending tremors through your body. 
Toe curling pleasure overtakes your body, and you can’t help but fondle the breast that isn’t groped by him, teasing your nipple to the point beads of your milk dribbled out of it again. The sight has him groan out, a tad too loud for the both of you.  
“So fucking pretty carrying my child,” Aegon grunts, the praise making your pussy throb with pleasure and your head fuzzy. He gathers some of your milk on the pad of his thumb, bringing it up to his lips to suck his digit clean. “Pussy or tit – you just taste divine.”
The obscenity of his words coax a renewed wave of your arousal to ooze out of your cunt, soaking his throbbing cock and the table below. You don’t want it to end just yet, but with the knot in your belly tightening, there’s no way to escape. 
Your heels dig into Aegon’s ass cheeks to slightly decelerate the pace of his thrusts and force him to go even deeper, intensifying the sensations you feel. 
“Fuck… please,” you whimper with your face contored in pleasure. 
Aegon wrinkles his nose, looking at you from under the strands of hair that have fallen into his face. “Need something, mommy?”
Your hips roll against his as best as they can, the swollen belly not making it easy, and your mouth falls open again with breathy whimpers leaving it. “I-I’m close,” you mewl, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Wanna cum, daddy… please.”
You spot the hint of a smile dancing over his features, before he peels your hand off of your breast to bring it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. 
His other hand has found its way down to your pussy, skilled fingers dragging over your bundle in the rhythm they have long internalized. He knows you like clockwork, knows what gets you going and what makes you take just a little longer. 
“Cum for me,” he pants against the back of your hand, not once breaking eye contact with you. 
You collapse on the tabletop, the coldness of the wood hitting your flushed skin sending a shiver up your spine that goes so devilishly well with the fire that suddenly courses through your veins. 
Just in time with your orgasm washing over you, Aegon places his hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moans and whines, knowing damn well that even though he can hold himself back, the same doesn’t apply to you. 
You squeeze his cock so tightly as you fall apart beneath him, your back inevitably arching off of the table. 
“That’s it, mommy,” he coos while he fucks you through the orgasm, the toe-curling pleasure overtaking your every being. He watches in awe as your face contorts in pleasure, taking pride in it since it’s him that’s responsible for it. 
Only as he feels your body relax and your breathing turn more shallow than heavy does he bring his hand back down to your breast, the aftershocks of your high clearly subsiding. 
Aegon keeps on going despite the overstimulation taking its toll on your body now, clearly racing for his own completion. His other hand shows mercy on your sensitive clit and instead pays attention to your hip, fingers digging into your flesh. 
“Taking me so well, fuck, just a little longer,” he rambles, his head bowing forward to watch where he‘s repeatedly disappearing inside of your tightness. 
Your head lulls back again, and your walls flutter and clench from the overstimulation, in dire need to take his seed and bring it to an end. Both your hands fly to the edge of the table for leverage, while his hands grope every inch of your body they could grasp. 
Being overstimulated by him isn’t new to you, yet the moment the discomfort melts into plain pleasure always mesmerizes you. 
Your body feels as if it’s on fire with the knot in your belly tightening for a second time, the high approaching faster and harder than before. 
“Would’ve fucked a child in you if you weren’t pregnant already,” Aegon mumbles, and you can hear the strain in his voice, seemingly having troubles staying quiet. 
You whine in return, and it must have been the way your walls choke him for a second time, but Aegon brings his hand between your bodies again, pressing his thumb to your sensitive clit. 
“Cum with me,” you all but whine, eager to have his seed paint your walls. “Fill me up, daddy, pleasepleaseplease.”
The interplay of his cock bullying your sweet spot and his thumb dragging over your clit has you toppling over the edge once again, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to silence yourself. 
But even if you wanted to moan, you couldn’t, not with the white, hot pleasure coursing through your veins. 
Your lips part with no sounds leaving them, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 
It’s not long after that Aegon comes undone, announcing his own orgasm with a stutter of his hips and a hoarse “Fuck, I–” escaping his throat. 
Your clenching walls are milking him for all he got, making sure every drop of his cum is accommodated and doesn’t go to waste. 
Two more thrusts are given to your fluttering pussy before Aegon stills his hips, collapsing forwards with his hands braced right next to the swell of your bump. 
He’s towering over you, a lazy smirk on his lips as he meets your gaze, and beads of sweat cling to his flushed skin. 
You rub your bump in circles as you look up at him, calming yourself as you regain your breathing. 
And you want to speak, but Aegon beats you to it.
“Marry me.”
A gasp escapes you as you process the words, and your belly immediately churns with arousal and desire. 
As his words ring in your ears, you lick your lips and gaze up at him lovingly, though something mischievous glints in your eyes. 
“I thought you’d never ask.”
His face softens, but his lips curl into a smirk. “I was waiting for the right time, but I didn’t know whether it would come at all.”
You giggle at his words, and also roll your eyes, as it was typical Aegon. But even if the moment isn’t perfect, your heart still beats rapidly, having a hard time to handle the overwhelming emotions his proposal causes you. 
“But there’s still going to be a real proposal, right? With a ring and all that?” you tease playfully. 
Aegon chuckles and helps you sit upright again, cupping your belly with both hands. “Of course, you’ll get a beautiful ring and everything else that comes with it. You really think I’d half-ass something like this? You deserve the most extravagant proposal.”
You sigh, savoring the feeling of his hands on your body, his softening cock still inside of you and the weight of his words. 
“Yes. Yes, I will.”
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dragonbarbie · 10 months
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𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?
modern!aegon ii targaryen x reader
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rating: 18+, minors dni
summary: reader thinks aegon can never be more than a one night stand, and aegon is intent on getting her to give him a chance.
word count: 2.5k
tags: modern!au, smut, drunk!aegon having sex with sober!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, tity sucking, pussy eating, p in v sex, unprotected sex
note: i very much write fanon!aegon, not the canon, show!version.
sidenote: is this lowkey inspired by my irl situationship who wont quit calling me every time he gets drunk?? maybe
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it was a regular friday night for aegon. his frat was throwing a big party, and he had organised everything down to the last detail. he had a reputation to maintain after all, known affectionately as the king of parties of dragonstone university. he had already drunk his own weight in alcohol, flirted (and then proceeded to get handsy) with a couple of girls but he’d been too distracted to follow through with any of them.
his mind instead wandered back to a couple of weeks ago, at another party, where he’d met y/n. she’d been chatting to cregan stark, wearing a little black dress that hugged her in the best way imaginable. he knew, looking at her enchanting laugh at stark’s dumb joke, he had to have her. putting on his most charming smile, he’d approached her.
she’d been wary of him because of his reputation around campus (who wouldn’t be) but after a few disarming jokes as his fingertips grazed the side of her thighs, he’d managed to convince her to give him a chance.
drunken steps were then taken back to her dorm room, and they’d had what aegon could only call amazing sex.
now hold on, you have to believe him when he says amazing, alright? he’d slept with too many women to count, after a while the nights blended to the point that he couldn’t much differentiate between what having sex with each of them had felt like. so, when one such night stood out for him? it meant it had met a very high bar indeed. after all, he thought, he didn’t go around spending the night at every girl’s place.
he'd thus expected a little warmer treatment come morning and was rudely shocked at her attempting to throw him out. still, wearing his jeans in such a hurry that its button and fly was undone, unlaced shoes, bare-chested as he held his rumpled shirt in his hand, he’d had the audacity to offer her a lazy grin and promise “i’ll call you.”
“please” she’d snorted with an amused look, “everyone knows aegon targaryen is not the type to call.” taking no note of his offended expression, she’d shut the door in his face.
he’d been wondering about those words ever since. sure, she hadn’t been wrong but, hey, he’d meant the lie this time! with tits that great, ass that perfect, why wouldn’t he want a repeat of last night? he’d thought to himself.
determined to prove her wrong, he’d asked around the frat house and found out her number. but as his hand had hovered over the call button, something had stopped him. she’d caught him spot on, he realised. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and she wasn’t expecting the relationship-thing with him. perhaps it was best he left her alone.
he’d done just that, at least while sober. drunk aegon on the other hand, found it much easier to pick up the phone and dial her number.
“who is this?” there was panic and sleep in her voice, having picked up an unknown number at 2 in the morning “sweetheart! you picked up” he’d grinned, words slurring. he could practically hear the eyeroll on the other end. “aegon… to what do i owe the pleasure?” “i was just missing you.” he sighed. “sure.” nothing in her voice indicated that she believed him.
“i’m actually not far from your dorm. how about i come up with a bottle of tequila and we can… catch up?” he suggestively added. “it’s 2:14 am…. on a tuesday.” she pointed out, but her words didn’t seem to mean much to him as he replied, “so?” an exasperated sigh could be heard over the phone, “good night, aegon.” click. he stared down on the iphone in his hand in disbelief, she’d hung up on him.
he decided maybe he’d come out too strong, so the next time he texted first. he’d stared at the text for a couple of minutes, and when he saw that she was online but hadn’t bothered to text him back, he’d walked over to the nearest girl and proceeded to make out with her in the bathroom. until he was interrupted with a buzzing in his pocket, “just a minute” he’d mumbled against her lips, unbothered by her disappointed expression as he fished for the phone in his pocket hurriedly.
he saw that y/n had finally replied to his ‘u up?’ with a ‘depends.’ his brow furrowed at her response in confusion, he typed back ‘on what’.
the notification arrived with a ping. her response read ‘are u drunk?’. something told him instinctively to lie. he typed out a no, but once the message sent, he realised it had autocorrected to ‘yo’. he corrected it to a no and sent again, only to find the same mistake committed again. it was only after a string of typos had been sent, did he blink and realise autocorrect wasn’t to blame at all, his damn fingers just refused to cooperate with his inebriated brain.
ping. after receiving the string of nonsense, she finally replied ‘i got my answer.’ “aegon?” the girl in front of him looked at him impatiently, only to have him grab the handle of the bathroom door, leaving with a quick “gotta go”. he immediately called up y/n as he walked out of the party, but the call went straight to voicemail. all four times.
thus, every night aegon had gotten drunk since, he found himself being distracted by thoughts of y/n, frustrated at her refusing to engage with him.
that night too, once the clock on the wall started to look to him as if it were melting off and his feet seemed to stumble wherever he walked, his brain suddenly thought showing up to her dorm was the best idea ever.
reaching her door, he ran a hand through his hair before knocking. no response. impatient, he loudly whined “y/n! c’mon, open up!” met with more silence. he whipped his phone out, blinking at the bright screen as he concentrated to make sure it was without typos, he sent her a text, ‘m 0utsidee’. he pounded with his fist on the door one more time, before a door opened, but not the one he was standing in front of.
three doors down, y/n stood against her doorframe in her small black shorts, red tank top riding up slightly to reveal skin just above them. “wrong fucking door, idiot.” aegon grinned as he walked towards her. “you’re lucky baela’s out of town for the weekend, otherwise she would have kicked your ass for banging on her door like that.”
ignoring her, he pouted as he leaned his head against her door frame, looking too much like a wounded puppy. y/n felt a tug at her stomach at how undeniably cute he looked. “why don’t you ever pick up my calls?”
“why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she asked instead of answering. “what?” he mumbled, confused. “high….why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she slowly repeated, as if talking to a two-year-old. “i’m not interested in someone who needs to be drunk to call me. i don’t want to be your booty call.” she shrugged. his lower lip jutted out further at her response, crease appearing between his brow. oh, gods, y/n found herself thinking, how could someone manage to look this pathetic and this cute at the same time.
“you’re not a booty call.” he groaned in protest. after all, there were enough girls at that party willingly throwing themselves at him, he could have been with anyone, and yet… it was her door his drunken steps had taken the path of.
“go home, aegon. it was a one-time thing. it’s not happening again.” she insisted. her words seemed to have no effect on him, as he placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. he bent down to her ear and whispered, his words slurring, “let me show you all the reasons that this should be more than just a ‘one-time-thing’.”
he pressed his lips to hers, softly at first. she didn’t immediately kiss him back, but the feeling of his lips on hers felt more intoxicating than whatever it was that she could smell off his breath, and she found her lips moving against his within seconds. he bit her lower lip playfully, at her response. she parted her lips to allow him to slide his tongue past them. his hand, meanwhile, slid under the material of her tank and travelled upwards, thumb pressing against her nipple as he squeezed her breast. breaking from the kiss for a second, he smirked at her, “didn’t bother wearing a bra to greet me?”. “i was preparing for bed!” she hissed in response. “excuses” he shook his head at her, teasing.
with his hand he lifted her tank to reveal her bare breasts. “aegon!” she attempted to keep her voice low, lest her neighbours wake up to the scene, “we’re in the middle of the hallway, anyone can walk in!” the idea of someone catching them only made it all the more exciting for aegon, “relax.” he told her with a laidback smile.
before she could protest, his head dipped and he captured her nipple in his mouth. a moan escaped her lips at the feeling, and she stumbled back, her back hitting her doorframe. aegon continued his tongue’s assault on her sensitive nipple, one hand gripping her waist to keep her in place, the other reaching behind her to squeeze her ass. her hand held the nape of his neck, as her head was thrown back in pleasure at his actions. she whined when he abruptly stopped.
he kneeled down and his fingers reached up, pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, causing a shiver to go up her spine. chewing on her lower lip in nervousness she weakly said, “we should go inside” but she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting caught made her even more wet. there was a hint of recklessness and danger in his eyes, “where’s your sense of adventure?”. he threw the clothes inside her ajar door, then lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. she audibly gasped as she felt his tongue upon her already soaking pussy.
“aegon…ah!” her hand gripped his hair as his tongue played tricks on her core, her eyes rolling back till she could see stars. his grip on her thigh remained firm, and she was certain she would be waking up with a bruise. “close… so…close…” she had begun to say after a few minutes, feeling her muscles tense, when he stopped.
he stood up and started to undo his pants, freeing his length. he grabbed her by the waist, letting the tip of his cock tease her folds. she was already moaning for him, “want me to take you right here? make you scream my name, till your neighbours come checking?” she swallowed at the thought, lust overtaking her eyes.
“let’s do one thing.” he smiled as if he’d struck upon the most perfect idea, but the gleam in his eyes told y/n it couldn’t be anything good. he turned her around by her waist, hand coming to her front to rub her clit as he whispered in her ear, “you see that door?”. she knew he could only mean the door to the elevator which was the way to enter her dormitory floor. she managed a nod in response, unable to form words as his fingers pressed down on her so ruthlessly. “keep looking at it.” he commanded as he grabbed her hips back to push his cock inside her. “aegon!” she gasped at the feeling.
he entered her completely in one go, pulling out punishingly slow before pushing back in. he continued speaking as he impaled her, “someone’s gonna walk in any moment now…” he teased, “…and see you in this mess… see you bent over, taking me from behind…like a whore” the thought embarrassed her, yes, but what embarrassed her more was that she found herself almost wanting it to come true.
“even when they walk in, i won’t stop.” he threatned, his thrusts becoming faster. “you’ll be on display for everyone to see… to see how well you take my cock.”  he gathered her hair in his fist in one hand, and she felt him pulling it lightly. “yes, oh, yes!” she found herself moaning, eyes intently trained on the door. “you’d like that? of course, you would, little slut.” she only whimpered in response, his words bringing her closer and closer to her edge. “you’d love to have everyone see just how well you receive a ‘booty call’” he chuckled. she could feel herself going weak at the knees at his pace and dirty talk.
“aegon… i—ah!” pleasure spread over every inch of her body, as she came all over his cock. he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own orgasm, until he emptied inside of her with a grunt.
her legs felt wobbly as he pulled out of her, turning her back around to face him. “next time i call—” he panted as he spoke, exerted from their activities, “—pick up.” she smirked, in contrast to his dominating actions mere moments ago, his words now sounded more like a pleading request; one she felt gracious enough to grant him as his juice and her own dripped down her legs. “i will. promise.”
his pearly white teeth showed as he grinned at her response, pleased. “oh, but i’m not nearly done with you for the night, just yet.” he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he shut the door behind them as he walked back inside her dorm.
the next morning, she didn’t kick him out like the last time. she let him linger around her bed, aegon placing a trail of kisses down her body as a manner of greeting her good morning. he was needy and showed it by being as tactile with her as could be. yet she felt comfortable with his touches, allowing herself to lie with him for hours, their legs tangled. even as she bid him goodbye from her door, she had to practically tear her lips off his, neither able to get enough of the other.
she felt content as she’d shut her door behind her, leaning against it as she thought back to the night that had passed, when her phone started to ring. she picked it and smiled as she saw the name being displayed, ‘aegon (don’t pick up)’.
 “see i am the type who calls. a lot” she laughed at his words through the phone, able to hear him standing right outside the door. “and also the type who does breakfast. what do you say, brunch in an hour?”
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oosleepyfaeoo · 1 month
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A Kiss Is All I Need
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Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Chapter One
Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.
Warnings: Some angst, Aegon being the wingman, she/her pronouns, slow burn, eventual smut
Words: 2k
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A/N: English is not my main language so i apologize for bad grammar but i hope you still like it! Feel free to reblog and comment! It would make me really happy to know you guys thoughts (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
“Seriously, Aemond. Relax a little.” Aegon drawls, eyeing his little brother carefully.
Aemond stood beside his brother, tense as a rock, contemplating his surroundings while his long pale fingers toy with his old, stained t-shirt. They currently stood in the middle of the clothing store, waiting for their sister Helaena while she chose some new and clean clothes for Aemond.
His siblings finally, after a month of rotting in his penthouse, dragged him out of the house to get some fresh air and apparently, some new clothes.
Aemond just shot his brother a glare and continued nervously toying with his t-shirt. Aegon rolls his eyes. “She did a number on you, didn’t she?” He says with a small frown.
2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. He still remembers how his heart beat so fast against his ribcages while he searched the whole house for her, noticing that all her clothes and jewelry (which he gifted to her) were gone.
He met her at one of his family company parties. Alys was the secretary of Lyonel Strong. Aemond was completely in awe with her when his eye landed on her, the way she moved so gracefully, and how her green eyes sparkled with mischief and wisdom.
When they made their relationship public, it was quite a shock for everyone, especially his mother. He was 23 and she was 35 at the time which was entirely understandable since they had a big age gap, twelve years to be precise.
“I don’t want to talk about her.” Aemond murmurs, trying his hardest to not think about Alys.
Aegon sighs and wraps his arm around his brother's shoulders. “I know you don’t... But try to loosen up a little.” He looks at Aemond worriedly. “Everyone is worried about you... Seven Hells, even Jace, and Luke are worried-”
Aemond looked down with a frown when suddenly he felt a gentle pull on his jeans. By his feet was a little girl dressed in a princess costume, full of pink and sparkly glitter. Her black hair hangs in two cute pigtails and a small simple tiara on top of her head.
The child looks carefully at Aemond, her eyes fixed on his eyepatch. “Are you a pirate?” She asks with an excited grin, her big round eyes shining in mischief.
Aegon burst out laughing while Aemond just stood there, looking down at the small girl in shock.
She huffs in annoyance and pulls the fabric of his jeans again. “Well?”
Noticing that Aemond does not intend to answer the poor girl, Aegon kneels beside the girl and gives her a kind smile.
“Sorry kid but he’s no pirate.” His answer made the girl frown in disappointment. “But he’s a Prince!” Now that made her look at Aemond in surprise and then back at Aegon, eyeing carefully.
“If he’s a Prince then why he doesn't smile?” She asks.
That pierce a little Aemond’s heart. Kneeling, he grabbed her small hand and gave her a small smile. “I’m sad... So that’s why I don’t smile much, little Princess.”
The girl giggles at her nickname but quickly disappears as she frowns, looking into his eye intensely. Then she took a step forward, placed her tiny hands on his cheeks, and kissed the point of his nose. Aemond stood very still, his eye wide in surprise at the girl's gesture.
She pulls back and smiles in excitement. “There! A kiss always pushes the sadness away!” The girl says proudly. “My mommy always kisses me whenever I'm sad or hurt.”
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“Em!” You call while looking everywhere in the clothing store for your daughter. “Emily! Where are you?!”
You can’t take that girl anywhere without getting a panic attack. You love to the death, she was your sun and moon but sometimes you wish that your daughter wasn't so adventurous. You were finishing a client order when you noticed your daughter leaving the bakery and running into the clothing store right in front. This made you leave everything that you were doing and run after her.
Sighing in relief, you spot her by the men's section talking to 2 silver-headed men. “Emily!” You breathe out as you kneel and pull her into a hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on me again! Mommy’s heart can’t handle any more surprise adventures.”
Your daughter grins at you and points to the man with an eyepatch. “Mommy I found a Prince!” She says excitedly. “Don’t worry, he’s not a pirate.” She whispers that part to you which makes you chuckle.
You stood up, holding Emily in your arms. “I’m so sorry. I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.” You apologize.
The handsome eyepatch man stood still looking down at you. A light blush appears on your face as you study his face properly. He was tall, really tall, with beautiful silky long silver hair that was loosely braided. His features were sharp which made him even more attractive. His eye was colored in a lovely ice blue shade with a hint of light purple. A black eyepatch covers his other eye, and you notice a long scar coming out of it down to his cheek. He was dressed in a simple green t-shirt (which seems to have seen better days) some black jeans, and black Doctor Martens.
He seemed nervous as he began playing with his fingers. “Huh... It’s no problem. Your daughter is a very sweet child.” he smiles softly.
“Mommy! Mommy! The Prince was sad so I kissed his nose like you do to me when I'm sad or hurt. And now he’s happy!” Emily giggles while resting her head on your shoulder.
“That’s very sweet of you, Em... But you can’t go wander off and kiss strangers.” You sigh while giving an apologetic look to the silver-headed man. “You know that while mommy is working, you need to stay with Maria.”
Emily rolls her eyes and pouts. “Ugh, but Maria is boring! She stays in front of the computer all day and does nothing... I much prefer staying at home, at least I could play with Pumpkin.”
You adjust her tiara on her head and kiss her forehead gently. “I know but I can’t let you be at home alone, sweetheart.”
While you scold your daughter, trying to convince her to stay with your employee. Aegon stays silent studying the scene before him. He had noticed how Aemond suddenly couldn’t take his eye off you or how his pale cheeks suddenly turned pink when you smiled gently at him.
Aegon also noticed you eyeing his little brother which made him grin mischiefly. Oh, he had a plan forming in his head. A BIG plan.
“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude but it seems you are in need of a babysitter for this lovely Princess,” Aegon says while smiling at Emily who grins at him. He wraps his arm around Aemond’s shoulders and pulls him to his side. “My baby brother, Aemond, is in need of a job and he’s great with kids. He usually babysits our nephews. So, he knows how to take care of children.”
Aemond shot Aegon a glare and opened his lips to disagree with whatever his brother had in mind, but Aegon just smiled at him and stepped on his foot to silence him.
“So, what do you think?” Aegon grins down at you.
You frown gently. It’s true that you seriously needed a babysitter for Emily, but you don’t have time to look for one since being a single mother and owning a bakery occupy your days. Also, it’s hard to trust a stranger to look after your kid. Your friend, Nat, tried to convince you to hire a babysitter after Emily turned one year old but you quickly refused, saying that you could perfectly manage taking care of Emily and your business alone.
Oh boy, how wrong you were. Since Emily started walking, your life has been a nightmare. She was like a ninja. One minute she was there and the next, she was gone. Every day you would have to run off from your work to go find her. She loves exploring and she makes sure you know that, every, single, day.
Maybe Nat is right.
“Okay,” You sigh. Aegon clapped in victory and smiled at his brother. “But I will be needing an interview with Aemond. To see if he has the training that is needed to look after a child.”
“Of course! When?” Aegon asked while Aemond just stood there petrified.
“Tomorrow at 2 pm.” You took your business card and gave it to Aemond. “You will find me in my bakery shop. It’s right in front of this store.”
Aemond nodded and took your card. “Thank you... I’ll be there.”
You smile gently and say your goodbyes, taking Emily back to your shop. “Bye Bye Prince!” The girl waved to him with a toothless smile which made Aemond smile gently and wave back.
When you and Emily are out of the clothing store, Aemond turns to his brother and slaps roughly on his shoulder. “What in the actual fuck was that, Aegon?!” He growled.
Aegon hissed in pain and pouted. “Ouch!... Is this how you thank your big brother for getting you a date with that hot girl?!”
Aemond rolls his eye. “By making me a babysitter?” He sighs. “Look Aegon, I'm not ready to be with someone yet... Also, did you not think that maybe she has a husband?”
Aegon grins at him. “No ring on her finger so she’s probably single. And you are more than ready to be with someone... It’s been two months since you and Alys broke up, you had your time weep and now it’s time to go back into action.”
Helaena pops beside Aegon with her arms full of clothes that she chooses for Aemond. “Our little brother has a date tomorrow!” Aegon claps excitedly.
Helaena gasps in surprise and then looks back to the clothes in her arms and back to Aemond, frowning gently. “We need more clothes.” She whispers while going back into the clothing store with Aegon on her trail.
Aemond sighs in defeat but a tiny smile appears on his thin lips. He’s not going to lie, you seem really interesting. 
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axelsagewrites · 3 months
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Aegon Targaryen*Birthday Celebrations
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pairing: aegon x reader, bestie!jace x reader
warnings: drinking
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happy bday to my bby
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my eldest's birthday dinner pics
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fan-goddess · 9 months
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Aegon Targaryen Masterlist
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The Smutty Pieces: 🔥
• Sweet Boy… - (Fanon!Aegon)
• Two Accidents One Coincidence - (Modern!Aegon)
• Early Riser - (Fanon!Aegon)
• Patience - (Modern!Aegon)
• Not his wife - (Fanon!Aegon)
• An obedient wife - (Fanon!Aegon)
• Restraint Coming Down - (Fanon!Aegon)
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The Spicy Pieces: (no smut) 🌶️
• None yet
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The Fluffy Pieces: ✨
• Aegon falling for you - (Fanon!Aegon)
• Daydreams vs reality - (Sugar daddy!Aegon AU)
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The Angsty Pieces: 🌩️
• Daydreams vs reality - (sugar daddy!Aegon AU)
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The Dark Ones: 🖤
• His pretty Muse Series Masterlist - (Modern!Stalker!Aegon)
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The Ones With No Real Theme: ☀️
• None yet
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yearninginpages · 1 year
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Being best friends with Modern! Aegon would be a complicated way to spend your 4 years of University.
He was a frat boy with a tendency to get the cops called on him for disturbance of the peace, and could sometimes be an asshole for boasting so much to get attention from girls BUT
Many people didn’t know that behind that, he was actually a great artist!
I can see Aegon being into art, and that’s definitely how you two met.
It’s a hobby he used to enjoy when he was growing up, and his Mother definitely encouraged him to continue.
It started out with you being kind of sharp and mean to him for his reputation, but eventually as you interacted more with him you realized he was just a dumbass.
You stayed away from parties, only coming by to check on him and text his family in case of an emergency.
Aegon was sweet, funny and charming. It was impossible to drop him even if people tended to tell you that you should drop him while you could.
He revealed his Star Wars collectibles and secret lego obsession with you.
He’d wait for you to get out of class, by the same door, every single day to drive you home.
But that still didn’t excuse the fact that it hurt when he wrecked himself and had casual hookups like it was nothing.
You confronted him about it and he said he didn’t see the big deal.
This was the point where you realized you needed to distance yourself because his foolish actions were even catching up to him even if he was kind to you.
He tried to get you to change your mind the only way he knew how, with expensive presents and more than public displays.
But it was too late.
This sent him even deeper down the slope of his self destructive behavior.
When he hit his third year, under academic probation, and his third case of alcohol poisoning he looked around and definitely realized he needed help.
Alicent & you were the only one that took his decision seriously and actually started to seek help with him.
It took years, and a severe alcohol poisoning where he woke up cold in a hospital with his Mother and you comforting each other as you cried to realize he was way too gone for good.
Aegon is not a perfect man, but he’s also not as much of an asshole as to let the people he loved watch him destroy himself.
And he realized that you still cared, and still looked after him. But, you knew your worth and he needed to get his act together.
You didn’t get to reconciliations immediately, it took time, and a lot of venting on both sides to really understand the depth of the situation.
It was a hard recovery for Aegon. He was still part of the frat, still had a reputation, and still got invited to the same spots with the same people.
Still, he remembered what he did this for.
Not for you, not for Alicent, not for Otto, or anyone else, but for himself.
He wanted to get better so he could finally see himself the way you saw him.
He wanted to feel like Aegon again, the real Aegon. Not the one that craves attention, and avoids responsibility.
As he got better, he started taking up the hobbies he’d once quit. Art, playing instruments (bass), and he even started his own little band which you made T-shirts for <3
He was still an arrogant douchebag sometimes, and definitely needed serious tutoring from you, but now he was happier.
He grew frustrated because even after all he went through, his Father and older half sister still posed him as a threat, and a reckless child.
But that didn’t matter anymore.
He had other things in mind.
He planned to ask you out.
Aegon had stopped the casual hook ups, deleted Tinder, and straight up told you he loved you.
He did not beat around the bush, he knew you loved him too. <3
Now you both finished your bachelors, Aegon and you moved in together, you hung up all his work around the house.
Aegon had a bunch of expectations, and a company inheritance that he could not escape.
You almost died when he announced that he wanted to leave his duties to his younger brother and intended to marry and not return to his family’s whole Law Firm.
He expanded and achieved a successful career with his band, releasing his first album!
Needless to say, you were the muse for most of his emo little songs.
Aegon was happy like this.
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aemondsbabe · 4 months
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Anniversary
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summary: swimming & face fucking || you and aegon relax at a snowy cabin in winter town for your first anniversary
pairing: modern!aegon x f!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, breast/nipple play, dirty talk, i love him idk, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 1.8k
a/n: happy day four of 12 days of smuff!! surely this counts for swimming they are at least in some water lmao
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You let out a soft sigh and relax further into the balmy water, letting your eyes slip shut as wafts of steam warm your face, which contrasted nicely with the cold mountain air that blew in breezes all around you. Your lips can’t help but curl up into a soft smile as bubbles gently break across the surface of your bare skin, tickling slightly as they rise to the surface of the water. 
“Okay,  you were right,” Aegon rasps next to you, his signature soft smirk audible in his words, “Maybe celebrating our anniversary in Winter Town wasn’t such an awful idea.” 
You blow a huff of laughter through your nose as you crack open an eye to peer at him — watching as he lets out a contented sigh, head tilted back against the lip of the hot tub, along with his stocky arms. Your eye opens a bit more as you let your gaze linger for a second longer, taking in the soft pink blush smattered across his full cheeks and the way silvery strands of hair stuck against the top of his forehead from the steam billowing up off the surface of the water. 
“Better than Dorne?” You tease, letting your eye slip shut once more. 
You hear him let out a soft laugh next to you before he sighs happily again, “Better than Dorne.” He agrees, voice strained as though he were speaking through a stretch. 
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The two of you stay that way for an indiscernible amount of time, minutes seeming to blur together as jets massage every inch of you. 
Suddenly, you feel the water seem to shift around you and you open your eyes, smiling when you see that Aegon has chosen to move much closer, his shoulder nearly bumping against yours. 
“Hi,” you say simply, peering up at him through your lashes before you turn and lay back against him, your back against his side. 
He quickly readjusts and hooks both of his arms around your middle, his hands resting idly just underneath your breasts. “Hey,” he chuckles, tilting his head to press a soft kiss to the damp hair at the top of your head, “Come here often?” He teases; you can practically feel his chest swell with pride as you laugh against him. 
“As it just so happens, this is my first time,” you reply, tilting your head back to look up into his violet eyes, “Although, I happen to be on an anniversary vacation with my boyfriend.” Your smirk quickly turns into a pleased hum as he cups your breasts in his warm hands, your nipples hardening as you arch your back enough for them to rise out of the warm water. 
“He sounds very lucky,” he rasps, savoring your gasps as he kneads the fat of your breasts, eyes glimmering at the whimpers you let out every time his thumbs skim across your nipples. 
You reach a hand up and twine your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “He tells me quite often he is,” you breathe before tugging his face down to yours and hungrily pressing your lips against his. 
Both of you sigh into the kiss, your lips moving together lazily, unhurried. Aegon groans above you when he feels your tongue brush over his bottom lip, his hands grasping tighter to your breasts as he parts his pouty lips and lets you lick eagerly into his mouth, a gesture he happily returns as your tongues languidly swirl together. 
The two of you kiss for a while, moving against one other leisurely, each of you drinking down the other’s small noises of pleasure. 
Before too long, though, Aegon started to become restless and you smiled into the kiss when his touches became more desperate — harder, more incessant. You squeak against his lips when one large hand comes down and suddenly cups your center, already bare from when you’d both decided to forego swimsuits. 
“Wait!” You breathe, sitting up and disentangling yourself from your boyfriend’s arms. 
“Everything okay?” He asks with concern, one eyebrow quirked up. 
You can’t help but smile, endeared at his concern, although you quickly correct yourself with a sly smirk before you lean in and press kisses in a trail, starting at his chest and working your way up and over his collarbone and neck until you reach his ear. 
“Just want you in my mouth…” you tease, biting your lower lip as you pull back just enough to peer into his eyes.
“That can be arranged,” he says around a gruff laugh before tilting his head toward the sliding glass door that leads back into the small, cozy cabin you’d rented for the weekend, “Shall we head inside?”
You nod with a small giggle as you pull yourself from the bubbling water, squealing playfully when he takes the opportunity to smack a hand against your ass. The two of you quickly skitter inside, the cold air instantly nipping at your skin. 
You sigh a sigh of relief as you make it into the cabin, happy to be out of the cold breeze. Aegon makes quick work of the sliding door, quickly locking it into place before he takes one of your hands and leads you to the soft leather sofa in the middle of the room, a pleased smirk on his face. 
“I believe someone said something about getting their mouth on me…” he said, quirking his head to the side in mock contemplation as his hands settled on your hips; he presses a soft kiss to your lips before plopping himself down on the couch, one hand wrapping loosely around his already half-hard cock as he stares at you expectantly. 
You merely give him a playful eye roll before sinking to your knees between his thighs, the plush fur rug cushioning your knees from the wood floors of the cabin as the heat from the small fireplace in the corner of the room warms your back. 
He meets your gaze with a groan, tongue darting out to wet his lips when you place your hands on the tops of his thighs; the hand around his cock relaxes at his side. 
You lean in and press soft kisses to the light trail of hair that leads down from his bellybutton, taking your time before softly licking at the head, a pleased hum bubbling up from your throat at the salty taste of his pre-cum. 
“Fuck,” Aegon sighs above you, dark eyes nearly black as he watches you gently lick and kiss around the tip of his cock, “That’s it.” He praises when your lips wrap around him and eagerly suck him into your mouth. 
You groan softly, relishing the heavy weight of him on your tongue, before you begin bobbing your head. You wrap one hand around the base, stroking what little of his considerable length you can’t fit into your mouth, as you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes scanning over the pale planes of his chest before locking with his eyes once more. 
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he huffs above you, pushing a stray lock of hair out of your face, “So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, hm?” 
You nod as best you can, eyes watering slightly as the head of him pokes against the back of your throat. You can already feel his length twitch in your mouth, feeling cocky as you cup his stones with one hand, smirking when you find them already tightening up as you roll them gently in your hand in a way that makes Aegon’s head tilt back with a loud, drawn out groan. 
You move against him for a minute more, your other hand gripping at the top of his thigh as lewd wet noises fill the cabin. He can’t help but curl in on himself slightly when you run your tongue over that one sensitive area at his head, a hiss leaving his lips as one hand cups the back of your head. 
“Seven Hells,” he mutters, swallowing thickly before just barely canting his hips up, eyebrows furrowed in a silent question as his eyes meet yours, “‘M close, princess, please — fuck!” 
You can’t help but giggle around his length, nodding the best you can. He makes a soft sound of relief before the hand at the back of your head tightens in your hair; you steel yourself, groaning as he begins rutting his hips up into your waiting mouth. 
He lets out a beautiful whining groan above you, relishing the way his cock slides so easily in and out of your mouth as his tip prods deliciously at the back of your throat. 
“Shit,” he grunts, guiding your head down at the same instant he snaps his hips up, watching intently as your eyes roll back into your head, pleased at how you seem to enjoy this just as much as he does, “Gonna cum down that pretty throat, fuck.” He warns, gripping tighter at your hair as he starts to lose himself. 
You nod as best you can, sealing your lips around his cock a bit harder, squelching noises filling your ears as you choke around his length. Tears spring to your eyes as he thrusts a handful more times before his hips still, cock buried down your throat for a second as he all but growls above you. 
Pride fills your chest as you feel his length twitch against your tongue, the heady taste of his spend fills your mouth as you swallow around him, careful to breathe through your nose. 
After a moment, the fingers in your hair relax, allowing you to pull yourself off of him with a soft pop, smirking as you press soothing kisses to the insides of his thighs before you push yourself off the floor, wiping a hand across your mouth as you join him on the sofa. 
“I take it you enjoyed that?” You ask softly, chuckling at the soft moan that sounds from his throat as you straddle his legs, your breasts pressed up against his warm chest as you settle yourself in his lap. 
“You are goddess,” he murmurs, half-lidded eyes peering up at you as his hands come to rest on your hips. 
You merely chuckle as you card your fingers through his hair, gasping as he pulls you to him, violet eyes flicking up to yours before he runs his tongue over one of your nipples, sealing his soft lips around the bud for a moment as he suckles it into his mouth. 
“Aegon…” you breathe above him, whining as his hands sink down to cup your bum, pressing you harder against him still, as if he can’t be close enough to you. 
“Give me ten minutes and I’m yours,” he promises roughly, nose digging into the fat of your breast as he busies himself against your chest. 
You sigh softly and pull him up, slotting your mouth against his.
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babyblue711 · 17 days
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Surrender
(Modern AU) Aegon II Targaryen x Female!Reader x Aemond Targaryen - Part 2 (read Part 1 Here) Summary: Having spent the week at the Targaryen's countryside estate, you find yourself pulled into an unexpected tryst when Aemond confronts you about your mixed signals. Words: 5K
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Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Smut, Language, Alcohol, Threesome, Lots of Sexual Shenanigans A/N: As requested by popular demand, here is Part 2! I think this was the most fun I've ever had when writing a fic. (And please, for the banner, let's pretend Ewan has one eye for Aemond's sake 😅) I hope you all enjoy! 🔥
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Various forms of tension now fill the house and you can’t help but feel responsible. There is a magnetic attraction that lingers in the air between you and Aegon, but your playful text to Aemond had clearly not been well-received; he had never bothered responding and was now resolutely ignoring you. In return, you mirrored his behavior, determined not to let it affect you.
On Sunday morning, Helaena approaches you with an enticing offer: to extend your stay for the entire week. With your laptop in tow, the prospect of working remotely from their opulent estate is exciting, especially since it means you can continue spending time with Aegon.
Luckily, neither Helaena nor Daeron knows about your hookup with him. For the rest of the week, he visits your bed each night and it is the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. He’s a generous lover, prioritizing your pleasure before his own and his attentiveness afterwards is always exceptional, although he never spends the full night with you. Mindful of Aemond’s text message, you try to tone down your lusty moans of rapture, but you still feel like he knows what’s going on regardless.
On the last full day before you are set to return to the city, you and Aegon make plans to go for another trail ride. However, after lunch he starts to complain of a stomach ache leading Aemond to step in and offer to take you riding instead. This unexpected turn of events leaves you feeling momentarily stunned, given Aemond has been doing a very good job pretending you didn’t exist up until that moment. Despite your reservations, you agree to Aemond's proposal, still feeling a little wary of his sudden change of heart. 
“You can ride on Sunfyre this time,” Aegon groans from the couch, referring to his grey gelding, as you and Aemond head out the door. 
At first you are unsure of what to expect, but soon find yourself embarking on another memorable riding adventure, only this time with Aemond. It quickly becomes apparent that he shares your love for horses and the great outdoors, if not even more passionately than his brother. You make a bit of small talk as you ride, but most of the time, the gentle plodding of your horses’ hooves and the swish of their tails are the only things that can be heard.
The day was hot and humid, though cooler in the shade of the woods along the trail. A few miles into your ride, you come across a babbling stream with crystal water and decide to stop to let the horses rest and take a much needed drink. 
“Thank you for letting me ride Vhagar this week,” you say sincerely, taking a refreshing gulp of water from your canteen, “She’s a good horse.” Aemond offers a small smile, affectionately patting his mare on the neck. 
“No problem,” he replies casually, “She seems to like you and, to be honest, she doesn’t warm up to most people. Typically bucks them off within a few minutes,” he glances up to gauge your reaction. “I figured that’s why Aegon had you take her out, so he could laugh when you fell off,” he adds nonchalantly as if he didn’t just throw Aegon under the bus. 
Your expression falters briefly, causing you to second guess your perception of Aegon if what Aemond is saying is true but you quickly regain your composure.
“Fortunately, that didn’t happen,” you manage to say as Sunfyre starts to paw, splashing water everywhere and soaking your boots. You urge him from the stream before he decides to roll in the cool water and Aemond follows on Vhagar; you swear you think you see a small, smug smile tug on the corners of his lips. 
As you head back home, the mood seems to lighten and you finally feel like you have a small breakthrough with Aemond. Unlike his brother, Aemond’s nature is more naturally reserved, but you are growing to appreciate his calm demeanor in contrast to Aegon's chaotic behavior. He isn’t as quick to laugh or make jokes either, but you manage to coax him into opening up by asking about his interests, particularly books. He eagerly shares insights into the history of the Targaryen family and their estate, keeping the conversation lively until you reach the barn.
You hand Sunfyre off to the attending groom once more, feeling hot and sticky from your ride, eager to get back to the house to take a cool shower. Aemond falls into step beside you. 
“So you and Hel are headed back to the city tomorrow?” Aemond inquires casually.
“Yeah we are, have to get back to the grind,” you say with a sigh, a note of reluctance in your tone. The week spent away from the city, immersed in fresh air and nature, had been incredibly rejuvenating and you weren’t ready to leave just yet. Fortunately, Helaena is also your flatmate, and the prospect of returning to hectic city life isn’t as daunting when you have a familiar companion by your side.
“What are your plans?” you ask him in return, aware of his involvement in the family business and his regular trips to the city too. 
“I have a flight to catch to New York tomorrow. Work trip. It’s always hard to leave Vhagar…,” he trails off with a slight hedge to his voice and you sense he may have more to share, but something seems to be holding him back. 
“Hmm,” you murmur noncommittally, letting the moment ride out, feeling if you were patient, he would speak. It works a little too well. He takes a deep breath before he begins. 
“That text you sent a few days back…,” he starts and your heart instantly leaps. Oh god, here we go, you think, now deeply regretting how shameless you had behaved in the moment.
“Did you mean it?” he asks curiously, catching you completely off guard. You had thought he was about to scold you and you certainly didn’t expect him to be inquisitive instead. Your previous words seem to swim in your mind: [Join us next time, then?]  
Did he think you had been serious? You really had only meant it to tease. Regret bubbles in your stomach. 
“I still hear you every night,” he says quietly, gently, not like a reprimand at all, and you continue to feel more unsettled with each passing moment. You blush, embarrassed that you were having this conversation in broad daylight with Aemond of all people.
“I’m sorry, Aemond, truly, I…I tried to be more quiet…,” you stammer, trailing off as he takes you by the arm, turning you to stop and face him. You stare up into his crystal blue eye, so much lighter than his brother’s, noticing how much taller he is than Aegon too. Up close, his beauty is so breathtaking, the leather eyepatch that covers his left eye only serves to complement his perfect appearance and intrigue you further. Aemond never spoke about what happened to his eye and you were too intimidated to ever ask. 
“It’s not that,” he cuts you off abruptly. “Your offer, did you mean it?” he asks more insistently and you feel like you could shrink under the intensity of his stare. Did you really want to have a threesome with him and Aegon? Cowardly, you opt to take the easy way out.
“It would be up to Aegon, I suppose,” you manage to choke out, feeling confident that Aegon would never agree. The way he possessively devours your body, like he is trying to consume your very being when you are together makes you think he isn’t the type to share.
Aemond nods, seeming satisfied with that answer as he abruptly resumes walking back to the house and you can barely keep up with his long strides. What the hell was that about? 
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Feeling refreshed from your cold shower, you open your bathroom door, still wrapped in only a towel to see Aegon sprawled across your bed, giving you a calculated stare. Your heart skips a beat at his unexpected presence in your bedroom and he has a look in his eye you don’t think you’ve seen before. 
“So,” he says lightly and gets right to the point, “You want to have a threesome with Aemond?” 
You gape like a fish out of water as you backtrack. “I - I didn’t say that. Aemond mentioned it to me on the way back to the house,” you mumble, trying not to feel like you’re in trouble.
“Oh really?” he raises an eyebrow, glancing down at his phone, scrolling as if he’s looking for something, “What’s this then?” 
He holds out his phone and shows you a screenshot of the message you had sent to Aemond earlier in the week, inviting him to join you and Aegon. Aemond clearly has shown Aegon proof of your “offer”, the traitor. Clearly, your lighthearted jest has taken an unexpected turn and signals have been crossed between these two brothers. 
Aegon cannot contain a look of triumph as your guilty eyes flash back to his face. Before you can explain more thoroughly he smirks, “I didn’t know you were also into my brother…”
“Aegon, it was just a joke, I was teasing him,” you try to clarify your intentions and prove you aren’t trying to hide anything, now thoroughly wishing you had been this direct with Aemond too. You didn’t foresee it coming back to haunt you like this. 
“Really? Because that’s not what Aemond said,” Aegon counters, “So do you want to? It would be hot watching my brother fuck you,” he adds provocatively and your breath catches in your chest at his words. 
So many emotions whirl through your mind in an instant. Shock. Guilt. Bewilderment. Confusion. Hurt that he would give you up so easily to another man. Excitement. Lust. Desire. Simultaneously, another thought tugs at your heart: a mixture of determination and defiance. You had been so sure that Aegon would be the one to tell Aemond ‘no’ and you were starting to question his attachment to you, if indeed there had been one at all. If he was so willing to share you with someone else, perhaps you should make him regret this decision. The thought of making Aegon insanely jealous ignites a spark of mischief within your chest.
“Fine,” you say coolly, lifting your chin. “I’d love to fuck your brother,” you taunt seductively, pretending not to care more deeply about Aegon than you do and deliberately trying to push his buttons, but Aegon only gives you a devilish grin. 
“Brilliant. I’ll tell him then,” and with that, he springs off your bed, his earlier stomach ache seemingly forgotten, and bounds out the door in search of Aemond. 
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You were a nervous wreck the whole rest of the day. What had you just agreed to? You curse your need for revenge on Aegon. 
That evening, you opt to quietly observe Aemond, feeling a need to familiarize yourself with the person that you would soon be sleeping with. While Aegon could be abundantly charming when he wanted to be, Aemond was simply grace incarnate. You pay particular attention to his interactions with each sibling: he is tolerant of Aegon’s antics, patient with the youthfulness of his younger brother, Daeron, and generously kind to his sister, listening to her discussions about various bugs with genuine interest, as if her words are the most interesting thing in the world. Coupled with his ethereal beauty, you start to question that Aemond might actually be the better of the two brothers. Boyfriend material flashes through your mind. 
At last, you bid the group goodnight for the evening and retire to your room. As soon as you shut your door, you sprint to the bathroom, rushing to brush your teeth, apply more deodorant and fix your hair, trying to make yourself as presentable as possible for perfect, proper Aemond. You aren’t sure why you were doing this; why do you care what Aemond thinks of you so much?
Finished with your “prep”, you put on your usual pajamas, wishing you had brought something a little sexier than an oversized t-shirt and shorts and sit on your bed to wait. Soon a soft knock comes from your door and you know instantly it’s Aemond. Aegon never knocks.
“Come in!” you manage to squeak out, voice unusually high, feeling nervous. Aemond enters, looking entirely unruffled, carrying something behind his back. He approaches the bed and reveals his surprise, holding out an expensive bottle of champagne. 
“I figured there’s no hurry,” he remarks casually with a shrug as he opens the bottle and takes a gulp, handing it to you. Feeling a bit unconventional drinking expensive champagne straight from the bottle, you take a sip, enjoying the tangy liquid that runs cool down your throat. 
You both sit in the middle of your large bed facing each other, talking softly while taking turns swigging from the bottle. Soon, you find yourself relaxing and enjoying his company, forgetting that Aegon was supposed to be joining you. You didn’t even wonder where he was. 
When the bottle is empty, you start to feel properly tipsy as Aemond lays a large, warm hand on your leg. You stiffen instantly, unable to help yourself, glancing up into his intense, one-eyed stare.
“I just want to ask, one more time, if you’re sure you want to do this,” he says with soft sincerity. 
This is it. Your way out. You didn’t have to sleep with Aemond. However, you were finding yourself more and more drawn to him as you discovered his admirable traits. You believed deep down that Aemond was genuinely kind, one of those "nice guys," so to speak. Moreover, defiance still pounds in your heart at the thought of making Aegon jealous, if he decided to show up at this point.
“Yeah, I want to Aemond, truly,” you respond genuinely, placing your hand overtop of his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He nods and seems to relax, his sensuous mouth curling into a true smile.
“Should we start without him?” you whisper, alluding to Aegon. 
“Yeah, fuck him, I’m not waiting,” Aemond replies boldly before grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you across the bed so you’re right next to him. You slide easily on the soft satin comforter and giggle in delight. Aemond’s lips meet yours and you sigh into his mouth as you melt into him immediately. 
Aemond's kiss ignites a fire within you; while you considered Aegon a skilled kisser, a few moments with Aemond had you wondering who was better. His kiss is effortless, your lips fitting together flawlessly, his gentle tongue playfully exploring your mouth, as you take turns sucking on each other’s bottom lip. You moan softly as you instinctively grasp his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Already you can feel your core getting slick with desire and an ache forming at the apex of your thighs.
Aemond maneuvers you to lay on your back and settles overtop of you, lightly pressing you under his weight and you surrender once more to a new man, but this one you think might be more worthy than the last. Still clothed, you are fully immersed in battling his tongue when you hear a low whistle.
“You fuckers started without me,” Aegon growls, low and deep, and you jump, startled since you hadn’t heard him come in. You break the kiss with Aemond, turning to look at Aegon standing beside the bed, seeming completely unfazed seeing his younger brother on top of the girl he’s been fucking all week. Aemond ignores him completely as he kisses your exposed neck, pretending like there’s been no interruption. You notice Aegon is holding his own bottle of champagne and a bag of popcorn, now grinning like a barn cat that has just caught the biggest mouse; he moves to sit in the corner and waves his hand for you to continue. 
You roll your eyes and return your attention to Aemond, who is now sucking a hickey onto your collarbone. You decide to get things moving before you lose your nerve now that you have an audience. You slide Aemond's shirt off, taking a moment to appreciate the contours of his fit physique by tracing your fingers across his chest and along the defined muscles of his back. It's almost like a choreographed dance as you and Aemond smoothly help each other out of your clothes, moving with such synchronized ease that it feels like you're perfectly attuned to each other.
As you remove his shorts, his cock springs free, large and heavy against his thigh. Taking him in hand, you give him a few experimental pumps, making him grunt appreciatively; you find yourself absentmindedly wondering who is bigger, the Targaryen men are clearly blessed in this particular department. 
You try to ignore the sounds of Aegon chewing popcorn as you and Aemond settle back onto the bed, completely unclothed now. Aemond doesn’t seem to mind being naked in front of his brother and you take his lead as your heart flutters nervously, still mindful of having a witness. He bites down onto the fleshy part of your breast, sucking with enthusiasm and you don’t even care about the mark you know it’ll leave. He moves on and takes one of your nipples into his mouth next, rolling the other between his fingers as he works his way down your body, finally settling between your thighs and licking your soaked pussy like a lollipop; you both groan with pleasure. You spread your legs wide for him and start to knead your own breasts, putting your body on display for Aegon, feigning more confidence than you felt in the moment. You glance over and see him watching you and Aemond hungrily. 
Aemond’s lips lock around your bud and he sucks harshly causing you to buck your hips into his face and cry aloud, your breath picking up as pleasure courses like electricity through your body. You feel him slip a finger inside of you followed by another and he crooks them against your sweet spot all while continuing to suck on your bud like he is trying to slurp the thickest milkshake. 
It’s not long before your thighs are shaking around his head as you wail in ecstasy, your orgasm ripping through your core, pussy clenching tightly down onto Aemond’s fingers. You no longer notice Aegon’s presence and you secretly hope he’s burning with jealousy at the way Aemond is unraveling you thoroughly. Aegon clears this throat as you come down from your high and return to your senses.
“I want her on top, Aemond,” he commands from the dark corner of the room. You think Aemond will refuse as he isn’t the type that usually takes orders, and especially not from Aegon, but he lays on his back and positions you to hover above him. Achingly slow, still sensitive from your climax, you spear yourself on his hard, thick cock, sinking inch by delicious inch, savoring the stretch of your soft velvet walls. You breathe through your nose as you try to relax and welcome Aemond into your body, joining as one.
You both groan in unison when you finally sit flush against him, his cock buried deep. He gives you a moment to adjust and lets you set the pace. Knowing Aegon is seated behind you, you lean forward slightly, bracing your hands against Aemond’s chest, arching your back as you ride his cock, letting Aegon get the best view of Aemond’s thick length sliding in and out of your tight pussy, no longer feeling insecure about being watched. In this position, your sensitive bud rubs consistently against Aemond’s pubic bone and you can already feel another orgasm mounting deep in your belly. You toss your hair and moan loudly in pleasure, uttering filthy words to Aemond, knowing full well Aegon can hear you too. You want to leave him without any doubt just how much you are enjoying his brother. 
Beneath you, Aemond looks like a fallen angel. His one eye is hooded and dark with lust, the angles of his exquisite face are sharp in the low light, his sensual lips are parted slightly as he pants softly while you move up and down on his length. His luminous blonde hair is splay out on the bed, creating a sort of halo around his head.  You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful in your life.
Spurred on by your passionate words of lust, Aemond grasps your hips and picks up the pace, fingers digging into the soft flesh and you hope for bruises. Taking control, he fucks up into you from below, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. You start mumbling nonstop again, like you always do when you’re about to cum.
“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, sweet girl?” Aemond says in a low growl as he watches your tits bounce above him. 
“A-Aemond, don’t stop,” is all you can manage as your peak crashes over you with the force of a hurricane and Aemond groans as your pussy tightens like a vice around him. He rides out your climax, sustaining your pleasure as you soar into oblivion. Finally, feeling like jelly, you topple off of Aemond and onto the soft bed, breathing heavily and trying to recover from your second mind-blowing orgasm. 
“My turn,” suddenly, Aegon stands on the edge of the bed, totally naked and stroking his hard, thick cock. Now that the two are visually out for comparison, you think Aemond’s might be a tad longer, but they are both just as thick.
Your brain feels fuzzy, swirling with endorphins from the rush of your climax. Despite your haze, excitement pulses through your chest when you see that Aegon has finally come to play, hoping he got tired of watching Aemond fuck you so thoroughly. Although being with two men at once is entirely new territory, you trust them completely to take care of you properly and not abuse their positions of power. With a new sense of confidence, adrenaline surges through your veins and you decide to take charge.
“Lay on the bed,” you direct at Aegon and he obeys you instantly, climbing onto the bed and laying his head on your pillow. You crawl over to him, swaying your hips seductively and meeting his dark blue gaze.
“So, did you enjoy watching that?” you purr innocently while taking his cock in your hand and squeezing. 
“More than you know,” he manages to respond before you lower your head and take him in your mouth. Maintaining eye contact with him, you put on a bit of a show as your tongue teases the sensitive tip.
Realizing Aemond is watching from afar, you look over your shoulder at him while continuing to pump Aegon with your other hand. You consider him for a moment, impressed with his endurance as he still hasn’t cum himself, despite riding out your orgasm while buried deep within your body. 
“Aemond, I need you too,” you whine, tossing your hair over your shoulder and bringing your ass in the air, giving him a pointed look; his lips lift in a devilish smirk. 
As Aemond comes to kneel behind you, there is a kinetic sort of energy that passes between the brothers as their eyes meet and you feel a shift as the energy in the room suddenly becomes charged. The hair stands up on the back of your neck and you aren’t entirely sure why; all you know is that you suddenly feel like a lamb caught between two apex predators. Undaunted, the thought makes you chuckle; Aemond has already begun to pick you apart with absurd precision and you feel ready for more. 
You take Aegon into your mouth again as you feel Aemond spread your ass cheeks apart with a firm grip, taking a moment to admire the view before re-entering you from behind, moving slowly to help you adjust to this new angle. You moan in pleasure as Aemond’s cock hits your sweet spot perfectly in this position. Aegon grunts as your moans reverberate around his dick and you hear him whisper “yeah, that’s it,” as your head bobs along his thick length. With one hand wrapped around the rest of Aegon’s girth that you can’t fit into your mouth, the other grips his thigh, trying to hold yourself steady as Aemond’s hips snap roughly into your backside. 
“She really does have the most perfect cunt, brother,” Aemond rumbles, grunting in appreciation as he watches his fat cock slide in and out of you, glistening with your arousal. “You were right.”
“I told you she could be our perfect little slut,” Aegon groans in agreement and gives you a dark smile. You try to ignore the fact that they are talking about you like you aren’t even there. Despite your senses being fully enveloped in a primal sort of lust, you feel a small prick of unease. How much did they discuss about you before today? Have they planned this all along?
You hardly have time to consider further before Aegon takes you by the hair and earnestly starts to fuck your mouth, spit dribbling down your chin as he thrusts in and out. You hollow out your cheeks and try your best to take him, choking at times as his cock touches the back of your throat, all while Aemond continues a steady pace fucking your pussy from behind. Tears prick your eyes and Aegon wipes them away with his thumb, murmuring “good girl” softly and encouraging you to keep going. You watch as his abs contract in pleasure as your tongue swirls around the sensitive tip; you find it becoming more difficult to focus on Aegon as Aemond brings his hand around and starts to play with your bud, rubbing tight, fast circles. Your breath is caught in your chest and you let out a sultry moan. 
For a moment, all that can be heard is heavy breathing, grunts of pleasure, skin slapping erotically, and a juicy sucking noise from your mouth as your orgy progresses. With Aemond’s expert attention on your bud, your walls start to flutter again and you redouble your efforts to suck off Aegon, determined that you both should cum at the same time; his breathing is becoming labored and you know he’s close. Within a few more moments, the three of you climax together in unison; Aegon grunts as his girth pulses in your hand, shooting his seed down your throat just as Aemond’s cock pumps his into your pussy, emptying deep inside you. He gives your ass a hard slap and you wail once more as mind numbing pleasure courses through your belly as your pussy milks Aemond dry.
Swallowing your mouthful, you collapse, exhausted, onto the bed next to Aegon, completely worn out by your third orgasm. Aegon pants softly beside you and Aemond plops down on your other side, the only one to still seem composed despite the sheen of sweat on his chest from his own exertion. 
The next few minutes are spent in comfortable silence as your breathing returns to normal. Aegon rolls to his side and captures your lips between his own. You think he’s just giving you a sweet sort of kiss as a “thank you” for a great time, until he takes your leg and swings it over his hip, reaching down and playing with your sensitive bud. You buck you hips away from his hand and whine pathetically, telling him without words that you are almost too sensitive to touch at this point. He shushes you gently and you feel him reach down to your entrance and gather Aemond’s spend that’s leaking from your pussy, bringing it up and circling your bud with a featherlight touch.
You feel Aemond move until he’s spooning you from behind, trapping you. He brushes your hair to the side as he starts to pepper your neck and shoulder with kisses while his large warm hand caresses your back, moving down to squeeze the ample flesh of your ass. Despite your exhaustion, you feel yourself getting aroused again at their attention. Aegon’s skin is burning as you lay facing him, chest to chest, and Aemond is just as hot against your backside. You feel caught between two flames, like you could catch fire entwined around the brothers.
Aegon continues to kiss you slowly, circling your bud, your leg still hooked over his hip when you feel another set of digits come to play at the entrance of your pussy. You flinch slightly, but Aemond doesn’t enter you digitally, instead seeming to gather more fluid on his fingertips. Without warning, you jump when you feel him spreading his spend on your asshole. Aemond hushes you sweetly, kissing right below your ear, as he starts to push ever so gently on your puckered hole. 
“Come now,” Aegon whispers against your lips, “You didn’t really think we would be done with you already, did you?” His hand moves up to tightly grip your thigh around his hip, holding you in place as Aemond slowly starts inserting a digit into your ass, causing you to moan and arch your back, unfamiliar with this new intrusion.
“Hmm,” Aemond hums appreciatively, nibbling on your earlobe as Aegon watches your face. The pressure is mounting as Aemond pushes his thumb into your ass and realization dawns that they are far from finished with you. They aren’t going to stop until every last bit of you is sore from stretching around their thick cocks repeatedly; their intention to possess you both at the same time becomes abundantly clear as Aemond works to open your tight puckered hole and you know they’ll continue to cover your body in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises, effectively marking you as their own. They haven’t even begun to truly consume you yet. 
“Yes, sweet girl,” says Aemond, an authoritative edge to his tone, “We’re just getting started.”
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ceilings ~ modern!Aegon x Reader
summary: You and Aegon are friends, but there's always been something between you. This summer, it all comes to a breaking point.
warnings: 18+ (smut, fingering, oral fem receiving, p in v, kissing, semi-drunk s*x), drinking, partying, angst
word count: 4.8k
note: hi. uh oh. modern Egg angst. I hope you enjoy ❤️
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In a different world, you and Aegon Targaryen probably wouldn’t have been friends. You were different. He was reckless and careless; you were cautious and calculated. 
If it weren’t for a minor run-in with the law, your paths wouldn’t have crossed at all. Lucky for him, the Targaryen family has a lot of connections. So when Aegon, at the ripe age of 16 decided to rob a liquor store, he was issued a slap on the wrist and community service. 
Which led him straight to you.
Working with you, to be more specific. You had needed a summer job for some much-needed extra cash, and Aegon needed someone to sign off on his community service hours. 
All the staff were your age, and you’d quickly bonded with everyone. Rhaena became one of your closest friends, along with Aegon. You’re not sure how exactly you became friends; most likely he told some tasteless joke you’d scolded him for which in return caused him to say something even raunchier just so you’d keep paying attention to him. 
Aegon Targaryen was nothing if not a negative attention seeker. You’d fallen into that dynamic rather quickly, Aegon poking you, you poking back. It was gentle, playful even. 
In the middle of that summer, after a drunken night at Danny Greyjoys, you’d received a text from Aegon long after the party ended. You’d introduced him to your friend Sara who you brought along, and he’d appeared to hit it off with her. 
Give me Sara’s number, he’d sent, she’s super cute.
You’d rolled your eyes, watching more bubbles appear on the screen.
But also I’ve kind of been in love with you since the beginning of the summer, he wrote. 
Your heart stopped. The bubbles came back—then disappeared. Then came back.
He didn’t send anything else. 
You never talked about it.
In fact, you and Aegon moved on like he’d never sent it. 
It was always hard to say goodbye to him at the end of the summer. While Rhaena and Sara joined you at the local high school, Aegon joined his siblings across the country at Dragonstone Academy. 
But even after Aegon completed his community service, he kept coming back each summer. It wasn’t like he needed the money, his family was well off. He just liked the job, liked the company of his friends. 
Liked you.
You’d dated a few coworkers on and off throughout the years. Cregan Stark, Will Tyrell. But Aegon you’d always seen as a friend. At least that’s what you told yourself. 
Even when you’d accepted your college placements; Aegon at Citadel University, you at Winterfell State, you’d always return to King’s Landing in the summer months. 
You’d always come back to each other. 
Always teetering the line between friends and something else. Holding hands, cuddling, laughing, and joking, but nothing further. 
Just friends. 
Then, months into your junior year of college, Aegon’s dad died. You’d known he was sick for a while, a horrible slow deteriorating sort of death. But it still felt sudden. Like, the family had known he was going to die for so long, they almost forgot. 
He’d been different this summer. More distant. Drinking more. You knew he was grieving still, even if the relationship with his father was strained. Relationships are complicated. And that was still his dad. 
You’d sat in his car one night after work, just talking. He’d been tapping on the steering wheel with one hand, the other near his mouth as he worried the skin around his thumb with his teeth. A nervous habit. 
“You know, you and Hel are the only ones I can talk to,” he’d admitted, referring to you and his sister, “No one else…no one else really understands.”
You’d taken his hand in yours, sitting in comfortable silence as the engine purred and the sky grew darker. 
“I love you, Egg,” you’d told him, as you always did. 
“I love you too,” he said back, the words falling easily from his lips. 
Aegon was due to head back to Citadel University early the following week as summer came to its inevitable end. You’d all be parting ways soon enough, heading back to your college campuses for your final year of school. It was this fact that led Danny Greyjoy to insist on going out for drinks after work. A little hole-in-the-wall pub with darts and pool tables.
“We can go back to mine later,” Aegon had insisted, as you’d ordered another round of drinks, “Mum’s out of town on business.”
“Won’t Aemond mind?” Danny asked.
“He’s visiting his girlfriend,” Aegon insisted, “C’mon let’s get fucked up! Summer’s almost over.”
Danny agreed, shrugging and finishing his drink. Aegon had always been a bit of a party boy, but since the death of his father, you’d noticed an uptick in his recreational substance use. Alcohol; sometimes something harder. He’d shown up to work a few times violently hungover, or perhaps still intoxicated. You really couldn’t tell. 
You worried about him. 
You head to the bathroom to freshen up, fixing your mascara in the mirror when the bathroom door swings open and Aegon pushes inside. He’s got a cheeky grin on his face as he digs in his pocket, pressing his back against the door. You narrow your eyes, attempting to move past him but he blocks your path. 
“Stop it you weirdo,” you joke, laughing at his antics.
“Take this with me, c’mon,” Aegon teases, revealing two nips from his pocket.
“I fucking hate Mcgillicuddy,” you tell him, scrunching your nose at the clear bottle with its bright green label.
“Pussy,” he goads, smiling showing all his perfect teeth. 
Your heart skips a beat, as usual, and you snatch the bottle from him. You narrow your eyes as you crack the seal, before holding it between your teeth as you tilt your head back. The menthol-flavored liquor burns a path down your throat and a feeling of warmth blooms in your chest. 
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, taking his own and mimicking your movement. 
You cough slightly, watching his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallows. He discards the empty bottle, reaching for yours. 
“You’re coming to the after-party, right?” he asks, his Cheshire grin still on his face. 
“I don’t know,” you tell him.
“C’mon,” he pleads, “It’s one of my last nights, I’ve barely spent any time with you.”
You smile slightly. Not a complete lie. Aegon spent the better half of the summer chasing Aliandra Martell like a lost puppy. They had a brief, passionate affair that fizzled out rather quickly as she returned to Sunspear the previous week. 
“And who’s fault is that?” you tease, “If you weren’t so preoccupied….”
Aegon lurches forward, grappling at your waist, tickling your side. You squeal, pulling yourself away from his grabbing hands, cheeks burning.  
“Fuck off,” he interrupts, looking at you with more intensity in his violet eyes, “Please come.”
Something in the air crackles between you. A new wave of energy.
“Alright,” you tell him, “For a little bit.”
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“You bitch!” Rhaena screams, trampling you in a hug as you arrive at Aegon’s. 
She’s already had a few drinks; dirty Shirley Temples most likely. Rhaena has one hell of a sweet tooth. She smiles, her lips slightly tinged red from the grenadine. 
“I didn’t know you were coming, I thought you wanted to sleep,” she says, only slurring a few words. 
You hold onto her, giggling at her carefree state. Rhaena is usually so poised and collected. 
“Egg made me,” you tell her, “Where is the bastard?”
“Living room!” Rhaena giggles, “You look so cute!”
You glance down at your jeans shorts and the small black top you’d chosen. Going out top, Sara calls it. You’d gone home to change before heading over to the Targaryen-Hightower mansion. 
“Thanks, Rhae,” you tell her, as she places a sticky kiss on your cheek. 
Moving past some people, primarily acquaintances and other coworkers, you make your way into the living room. The music is blasting, people lounging on the couches and sitting on the floor playing some sort of drinking game. A table has been set up, and you spot Jace and Cregan engaged in a game of beer pong. Multicolored lights flash around the room bathing everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors. 
Aegon sits on the couch furthest across the room between two girls; a blonde and a brunette you don’t recognize. They’re curled into him, laughing at something he says. His eyes meet yours from across the room, lighting up as he recognizes you. You walk over, shaking your head at him. So broken up over Aliandra, it seems. You laugh, rolling your eyes before standing in front of him as he reaches for your hand.
He calls your name over the music as his fingers lace through yours. His eyes are red, you’d assumed he’d been drinking more since leaving the bar from the incoherence of his texts to you. Aegon was quite impatient as you went home to change, your phone dinging continuously from his texts. 
“You started without me?” you tease, and he tugs on your arm, pulling you closer. 
Aegon leans forward, pushing his back off of the couch. Your eyebrows cinch together as he pulls you closer, face nearing your own. Heart racing, realizing what is about to happen as your faces come closer; So close you’re able to count each of his silver lashes framing those violet eyes. 
“Are you going to kiss me?” you blurt out, seconds before he does. 
Aegon’s lips are soft and warm, his tongue parts your lips before dipping inside of your mouth. He tastes like vodka, like summer, like…
You pull away, and he lets go of your hand, falling back onto the couch, looking up at you through hooded eyes. The blonde next to him continues talking, as though nothing had happened. Aegon turns to her, smiling and continuing their conversation. 
You’re not breathing; he stole the air from your lungs. You turn on your heel, heading straight to the kitchen. A bottle of tequila is the first thing you see among other various bottles and cups on the counter. You grab the bottle, taking a long swig, not caring who’d drunk from it before you. Your heart is beating erratically against your ribs. 
Aegon just kissed you.
Aegon.
You take another swig before placing it on the counter. 
Holy shit. 
It’s the strangest feeling; like something that was meant to happen finally did. You’re stunned, standing stuck as Aegon enters the kitchen, moving by you and filling his cup with water from the sink. You march over to him as he turns on the faucet.
“Aegon,” you say to him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Yes,” he says, glancing at you, turning off the faucet.
“You just kissed me,” you tell him.
“Mhmm,” he agrees, placing his cup on the counter, fingers curling along the edge of the sink. He stares forward like he’s contemplating something. How is he not freaking out as much as you are?
“You just kissed….me,” you repeat, raising your eyebrows.
“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning forward and kissing you again. 
His hand finds your waist, the other cradling your jaw as he deepens the kiss. You kiss him back this time, arching against him, tangling your fingers in his short silver hair. His tongue pushes past your lips and you sigh as it enters your mouth. 
This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Yet you don’t really want to stop, not when his lips feel so soft and warm molded against your own, his palm moving to your lower back and then over the swell of your ass. 
Then someone enters the kitchen and you pull away from each other quickly, as though someone physically pulled you both apart. It’s Sara and Cregan laughing about something. Cregan spots Aegon and clasps him on the shoulder before pulling him back toward the living room demanding he be his partner in beer pong. 
Sara notices your flushed face and blissed-out, shocked expression. You reach for the tequila bottle again, taking another swig letting it burn trying to get the taste of Aegon out of your mouth. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she comes closer. 
“Whoa there,” Sara says, holding out her red solo cup, “You okay kid?”
Swallowing the mouthful of tequila you stick your tongue out at your friend.
“Aegon just kissed me.”
“Wait….what?” Sara asks, eyes wide. 
You place the bottle on the counter and remove Sara’s cup before taking both her hands in yours. 
“Aegon. Aegon just kissed me,” you repeat, staring deeply into her eyes. 
“Okay….well,” Sara shuffles from one foot to the other and you frown.
“Well, what?”
“Did you like it?”
Fuck.
“Like it? Sara, he’s like one of my best friends here,” you tell her through a forced chuckle. 
“Oh c’mon. You and Egg have had this tension for years. Like yeah, you’re friends but…friends don’t look at friends the way Aegon looks at you,” she says while reaching for her cup and taking a sip.
Your heart pounds as you think about it. All these years, the harmless flirting. The love confession. That weird feeling in the pit of your stomach every time he was with Ali. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, shaking your head. 
“Liar,” she calls you out, “And don’t think I don’t see how you look at him. The whole Ali thing this summer?”
“What?!”
“Girl, you were jealous,” she says, exasperated, “Jealous of her being with Egg.”
Okay, so maybe you had been a little jealous. 
“I mean…I don’t know,” you admit.
“Do not tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Sara tells you, “The boy’s been in love with you since we were sixteen.”
“Okay stop,” you tell her, face warming, “I don’t…I don’t know what to do…he’s going through it right now and he’s leaving soon. I just…I don’t think it’s the right time.”
Sara scrunches her nose, making a face. 
“Looks like Egg thinks it is,” she challenges.
You suck your lower lip between your teeth, unable to rid yourself of the feeling of his kiss. 
“Look, whatever happens,” Sara says, reaching out to touch your arm, “I think you should go for it. If that’s what you want.”
That’s always the question, isn’t it? 
What do you want?
There are no more surprise kisses as the night goes on. You play games, drink cheap liquor to get a little buzzed and laugh with your friends. You catch his eye briefly from across the room but nothing more. Helaena arrives at one point with her girlfriend Cerelle, blissfully stoned out of her mind and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek in greeting. 
People filter in and out as the night wears on. Rhaena is in no condition to drive home, and you hate driving home this late. You, Sara, Rhaena, and Cregan all decide to spend the night, fighting over which couch everyone will sleep on. Rhaena curls up on one with Sara, their legs intertwined. 
Cregan mumbles something about taking the floor, offering you the other. 
“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, scratching the back of his neck, “You’re a gem.”
“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, finding a spot on the floor.
You giggle softly, heading to the kitchen for more water. You hate hangovers and paced yourself rather well this evening, making sure to drink plenty of water between drinks. Your buzz is already fading as you fill your cup. 
You take a big sip, draining it halfway before filling it to the top again. You know you’ll be desperate for water in the morning and want to keep a full glass beside you. Plus, if Rhaena wakes up needing some you can offer her your cup. You shut the faucet, turning around and meeting the eyes of Aegon. Your heart skips a beat. You’d thought he’d gone to bed. 
“Hey,” you tell him, placing your cup on the counter, “Listen…Egg….”
He moves towards you, hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a heated kiss. You kiss him back and it’s different this time. He tastes like water this time around, his movements less sloppy, more controlled. 
He’s sobered up, you realize as he moans against your mouth. 
Everyone’s gone home. Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and him. 
He backs up, taking you with him, and dragging you down the hall. His hand laces through yours as he guides you into the hallway and into a room. His room.
The door shuts behind you and you keep kissing him, keep fisting the front of his shirt as he backs up knees hitting the bed and sitting down. 
You straddle his lap easily, as though you’d done it several times before. His hands move to your waist before dropping lower to palm your ass. You roll your hips against him as he takes your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh. 
Your hands loop around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Reluctantly, you pull away from his greedy mouth as his hands fall to your jean shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling down your fly.
“Are you sure?” you breathe, nose pressed against his cheek. 
Aegon’s breathing is shallow, one hand still firmly on your ass as he kisses the corner of your mouth. 
“I’ve wanted this since forever,” he admits, sending butterflies fluttering in your belly. 
He waits, not moving his hand; not going any further but also not taking any steps back.
“Me too,” you whisper and he presses his lips to yours once more. 
The kiss is hungry, stoking a fire of need deep in your belly. Aegon’s hand brushes against your lower stomach and the muscles of your abdomen contract as he breaches the band of your underwear. Fingers dipping lower, he circles your clit already wet and sensitive from your heavy makeout.
“Seven hells,” he murmurs against your mouth.
“Oh fuck,” you manage to squeak as Aegon sinks two fingers into your wet heat, curling them inside you.
He moves his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace, the heel of his palm grazing against your clit with every thrust. 
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he comments, kissing you once more as you grind down against his hand. 
A whine slips past your lips as his lips move to caress your jaw, before kissing a hot trail down your neck. You can feel his smile against you as he speaks, “Shhh don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”
He’s cruel with his comment, the pads of his fingers rubbing perfectly against your sweet spot sending sparks of pleasure down your legs all the way to your toes. Your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers causing him to chuckle.
“That feel good?” he asks, kissing right below your ear.
“Yes, feels s’good,” you mumble, fisting his hair harshly. Aegon groans as you ride his fingers, chasing the release building in your abdomen. 
Each curl of his fingers stokes a fire in your belly, and soon you’re trembling on top of him, falling apart as he silences your desperate cries with a kiss. Gently removing his fingers from your slick entrance he flips you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He pulls your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them to a corner of the room.
“D’you have a condom?” you ask breathlessly as you yank your tank top over your head. You unclasp your bra as Aegon removes his shirt, his violet eyes hungrily eying your freed breasts. 
You rest back on your elbows as he watches you. “Egg?”
His eyes snap back up to yours before he grips underneath your thighs pulling you toward him, “Sorry, yes, fuck,” he says, kissing your inner thigh, “Have to taste you first, please.”
Your face is on fire but you nod at his pleading as he buries his face in between your thighs. Aegon licks a thick stripe up your drenched slit, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. You throw your head back against the pillow as he continues to feast on you, alternating between dipping his tongue in your entrance and suckling on your clit. 
“Fuckfuckfuck,” you hiss through clenched teeth, “So fucking good Egg shit--” 
He moans against you, fingers digging into your thighs and soon your legs are shaking around his head, trapping him between your thighs as you come with a muffled cry. Aegon crawls back on top of you, kissing you fervently, the taste of you fresh on his tongue. You scratch down his back, pull him as close as you can to you. 
“Condom,” you gasp, feeling the hardness between his legs pressing as you through his jeans, “I need you--”
“Right here,” he says, leaning to his nightstand. He yanks the drawer open so hard, it crashes to the floor with a thud. You both freeze before descending into giggles.
“Shhh,” he cautions and you cover your mouth as your laughter continues, “Seven hells--” he reaches to the floor retrieving a condom. 
“Stop it,” he says with a smile, removing your hand to kiss you again.
“M’sorry,” you mumble, trying to hold in your laughter. 
Aegon slips his jeans down, followed quickly by his boxers freeing his long, hard cock. The tip is flushed pink, weeping precum as he lazily strokes himself. You wet your lips as he tears open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his generous length. Once he’s done, you’re quick to pull him back into a kiss, feeling his heavy cock slap against your inner thigh. 
“You’re sure?” you ask again, and Aegon nods.
“I’m sure,” he confirms, “Fuck, are…are you?”
“Yes,” you tell him, reaching to guide him toward your aching center, “Yes, I’m sure.”
He sinks inside your tight, waiting pussy and you gasp at the way he stretches you out. You’re so tight around him, it’s nearly painful for a moment as you adjust to his girth. 
“Fuck,” you hiss as he bottoms out, “Seven….”
“You okay?” he mumbles, placing a wet kiss on your neck.
“I’m good,” you confirm, fire blazing in your belly as he rolls his hips against you, stealing the breath from your lungs, “Gods…”
Aegon keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, you can feel his hot breath against your skin in between the kisses and love bites he adorns you with. Every rock of his hips winds the coil in your gut tighter and tighter until you feel as though you’re a bowstring about to snap. 
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he murmurs, “Want you to come again, baby, c’mon.”
Nails digging into his shoulders you’re thrown over the edge, the coil in your gut snapping as white-hot pleasure washes over you. Your pussy clenches, milking his cock for all its worth as you feel him twitch inside of you; Aegon moans as he reaches his own release. 
You hold onto him for a moment, letting yourself bask in the pleasure he’s given you, feeling the weight of him resting on top of you, his softening cock still buried within you. Slowly, the tingling sensation of your orgasm begins to ebb, the sheen of sweat that coats your body causes you to shiver as you grow cold. Aegon rolls off of you, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He runs a hand through his hair, back still facing you. 
You sit up, watching him, suddenly feeling very exposed in your naked state. Aegon removes the condom, ties it, and throws it in the trash can beside his bed. Then he reaches for a pair of shorts. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you rise, searching for your clothes. 
Aegon doesn’t say anything, just watches you out of the corner of his eye. You grab your bra and shirt first, throwing them back on. Panic rises in your throat suddenly at what’s just happened. 
Oh gods.
You’ve ruined everything, haven’t you?
Why isn’t he saying anything? Aegon stands, running a hand through his hair.
“We’re okay, right?” you nervously ask as you slip your shorts and underwear back on, “This won’t change anything, right?”
You can’t read his expression. He gives you a wry grin before nodding. 
“Course not,” he says, grabbing your hand, “C’mere.”
He pulls you gently toward the bed. You curl up next to him, his arm underneath your head. He falls asleep first, you can hear his gentle snoring in your ear. You can’t sleep. You just stare up at the ceiling counting each inhale and exhale. 
“Aegon?” you whisper, turning your head.
He doesn’t answer, still lost in sleep, and you’re left staring at the ceiling once more. 
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“Shut the fuck up!” Sara says the following morning. 
You’d gone with Rhaena and Sara for breakfast, leaving the others behind. You had gotten up, returning to the living room before everyone else woke up. Cregan was the only one awake, eyes narrowing as you lay on the couch. 
“Could’ve slept there,” he’d mumbled, before rolling over. 
Rhaena is slumped over her eggs, rubbing her temples as Sara excitedly shouts as you reveal what happened. 
“I’m serious,” you tell them.
“Was it good?” 
“Yeah, it was good,” you confirm.
“What does this mean?” Rhaena asks with a groan, “Fuck I think I’m gonna be sick..”
“I mean, I think I need to talk to him,” you admit, “About…this.”
“Well, I have to go back to the house anyway to pick up Cregan,” Sara says, lacing her fingers together, “Come with and you can talk to him.”
Nervous anticipation pools in your belly.
“Okay,” you tell her.
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After dropping Rhaena at home, you and Sara head back to the Targaryen mansion. It’s quiet when you arrive, walking in the door like you both live there. Helaena and Cerelle are curled up on the couch watching a movie. 
“My brother still here?” Sara asks and Helaena raises her head from Cerelle’s lap.
“Mhmm, they’re in the pool,” she confirms, “Aegon tried to host a darty, not many people showed up yet though.”
“Of course he did,” you say, rolling your eyes.
Sara nods to you and you follow her to the back door. The Targaryen backyard is a prime party zone, with its waterfall pool, large stone patio, and massive green yard. You spot Cregan right away, tossing a cursing Aly Blackwood into the pool. 
Your eyes scan over the dozen people before your heart drops into your stomach. Aegon’s in the pool as well, silver hair slicked back, a lopsided smile on his face. That’s not what makes your heart lurch, rather it's who is attached to him. 
Cassandra Baratheon clad in a deep blue string bikini straddles his waist, playing with the sunglasses on his head. She takes them off, putting them on her own face before Aegon lifts her up, setting her on the edge of the pool. She giggles, hands on his shoulders before giving the sunglasses back. Aegon squeezes her thighs, no doubt leaving indentations of his fingers on her porcelain skin. 
“Oh fuck,” Sara whispers, “Y/N…”
“What?” you ask, tearing your gaze away, “What? No…no it's fine… that's nothing. I’m good.”
Sara’s eyes are sad, “Honey…”
“Seriously, Sara, I’m good,” you insist, chest tight with emotion, “I’m just going to grab a water…”
“Give me five minutes,” Sara tells you, “Let me tell Cregan I’m taking you home.”
You give her a wordless nod as she moves toward her brother. You walk past the pool over to a cooler, grabbing water. The sun suddenly feels uncomfortably warm, a dull throbbing beginning behind your eyes. 
Someone comes up next to you, reaching into the cooler. Aegon shakes his head, droplets of water flying this way and that. You stare at him, watching as he grabs a can of beer. He glances at you after cracking the can and taking a long sip. 
“What?” he says. It’s friendly but different. There’s a new edge underneath the question.
Nothing will change, right?
Your throat tightens and you can feel tears prickling behind your eyes. Aegon just stares back, running a hand through his damp hair.
“Nothing,” you tell him, “I was just leaving.”
“You should stay for the party,” he suggests casually. 
You gaze at him, searching his violet eyes for anything, anything at all. 
“I’m tired,” you admit, “I’ll see you later.”
Aegon watches you leave, Sara wrapping her arm around your shoulders. There’s a moment of pause as the door closes behind you, and then Aegon finishes his drink and returns to the pool.
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targaryen-dynasty · 7 months
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Threesome Nr 2 w/ modern! aemond and Aegon please! Maybe they’re both doing bad in a class and she is their tutor. With first time double, dacryphilia and overstim? 😈
KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.
No. 8 -> GIF.
Modern!Aemond and Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Reader
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WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; threesome (m/m/f), p in v, anal (pls use lube), (first time) double penetration, dacryphilia, overstimulation, praise kink, degrading, humiliating, alcohol consumption, female Reader
WORDS: 2.2 K
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The stem of your wine glass was rolled between your index finger and thumb, your legs draped over Aegon’s thighs. An hour. An hour did it take for you both to put the books aside to lounge on the sofa in Aegon’s shared apartment, the second bottle of red on the small table in front of it being almost empty already. 
One of you always quit quite early – most of the time it was him. 
Aemond sat on the two-seater sofa and listened to the conversation, nursing his third glass. It was the first time he had actively joined you and Aegon, mostly because Aegon had already poured him a glass when he had heard the keys rustling against the front door. However, your begging was what really convinced him. 
“Seriously, though,” you said, blinking slowly as your eyes became glossy from the wine. “Why did you ask me for help and not your brother? He has the same classes and does way better.” You glanced over at Aemond, who gave you an appreciative nod.
Aegon had one arm splayed across the back of the sofa, fingers trailing over the expensive leather. Cocking an eyebrow, he brought the glass to his lips and drowned the last bit, almost as if he had to give himself Dutch courage. “Well, my brother doesn’t look as good as you do,” he gruffed, raising his empty glass. 
Opening your mouth, you brushed your index finger over your bottom lip in a calming manner, meant to hide the smirk that pulled at the corners of it. You glanced between the two silver haired men, before bringing the glass to your lips. “He looks way better,” you mumbled the words against the rim of the glass, almost drowned by the wine. “... but that obviously runs in the family.” Obviously speaking before thinking. 
Heat colored your cheeks almost instantly, and even though you were a bit tipsy already, it didn’t suppress the embarrassment you felt. 
Too occupied with your own emotions, you hardly noticed the glances the brothers exchanged, until your eyes flickered from the glass in your hand up to meet Aegon’s. Seeing the mischievous smirk on his lips, your eyes widened, before they darted towards Aemond, who appeared to be stunned by the confession. 
“I mean… I-I don’t… you–” you stammered, trying to talk your way out of the situation – but to no avail.
Aegon and you had fucked once – or thrice – ever since you met in one of the college bars a few weeks ago, and, assuming it had ended on your terms, he surely would have taken you a fourth or fifth time, too. But you didn’t want to get your heart broken by the notorious fuckboy, so you had to put a stop to it. 
“... we?” Now it was Aemond speaking, maybe even for the first time that evening, and his smooth voice immediately sent a shiver down your spine, settling between your legs. 
You gulped, tapping your index finger against the stem of your glass. “You’re both fucking hot, alright?” you blurted out, almost seeming offended – if it wasn't for the bright red tinting your cheeks. “It’s like –”
Aegon raised his hand with a scoff, effectively silencing you. “Be a good girl and shut up.”
The sudden shift in the air caught you so off guard, but you did as he told you to. While you should be nervous or ponder over what could be on his mind, your thoughts always strayed back to the ‘be a good girl’ and a part of you wanted to be good for him so, so good. 
“See?” Aegon teased with a sly smirk, looking past you at Aemond. “Told you she’d loosen up with a few glasses.” 
At the confession of them speaking about you beforehand, you swallowed thickly, looking back down to the glass in your hand. 
“I-I–”
“Shush now,” Aemond warned, joining in on his brother’s antics. 
“You know you could’ve just asked us if you wanted some action, mh?” Where Aemond had been quiet and reserved before, always more the observer than actively participating, his sudden change of demeanor most definitely caught you by surprise. 
Aegon scoffed, and you hadn’t noticed his hand rubbing your thigh before, too confused by what was happening around you. Heat followed in the wake of his hand, and it didn’t settle the aching between your legs, silently begging for his hand to travel up. “Is that true?” he asked, amusement laced in his voice. It didn’t feel humiliating, but something still had your throat tightening, not knowing what to say. 
Witnessing Aemond taking the initiative was the last thing you expected, yet you couldn’t deny that you were pleasantly surprised. “Come here,” he said, patting his thigh. 
From the moment you climbed Aemond’s lap, too much and not enough at all happened – until the three of you were completely naked and covered with sweat. 
After he had cupped your face, breathing a ‘want us to play with you?’ against your parted lips, he had claimed them with a heated kiss that robbed you of any bits of hesitation and reluctance that might have settled in your bones. 
While Aegon mostly had sat on the couch, jerking himself off to the sight of you and Aemond making out, it was his turn to join when things got more serious. Having had you a few times before, he was generous enough to grant his younger brother the chance of feeling your cunt choking his cock, content to watch for the time being. 
And something told you that Aemond might have been wanting this for quite some time. 
What Aegon lacked in length, Aemond made up for, and other way round when it came to the girth. They both were well endowed, but not to the point it caused you pain or felt uncomfortable. 
As Aemond slid into you, you gasped, practically impaled on his cock. It took you a few seconds to adjust, but then you started to rock your hips back and forth, riding him. 
The sensations only grew with him snaking an arm around your body, trailing down to where your bodies were connected to gather some of your arousal to coat his nimble fingers. At first, you paid no mind to it, until his index finger circled around the rim of your other hole, massaging it and eventually dipping inside. 
“I-I have never,” you whimpered, not at all worried if it meant it would be your first time tonight. 
Aegon rasped from his place on the couch, breathing heavily from how well he was fisting himself, “oh, we’ll take good care of you, sweets.”
“That’s it,” Aemond cooed in the same moment, enjoying the way your walls sucked him in with each swivel of your hips.
The pleasure got unbearable, but before you had the chance to come, Aemond withdrew his fingers. There wasn't even time for you to complain or whine, because he rose to his feet and beckoned his brother over with a nod. 
Feeling Aegon’s lips on the curve of your shoulder, you tipped your head back and moaned. Aemond dragged his nose along your exposed throat, pressing featherlight kisses to your flushed skin that drove you into madness. 
“Look at you,” Aegon rasped against your skin, biting down roughly enough to have you suck in a sharp breath. “So desperate to be fucked by us.” With Aemond thrusting up into you, his hands clasped around your thighs to hold you steady, there was not much you could answer, merely whining in return.
“Have I fucked you dumb already?” the younger one teased, a proud edge to his smooth voice. 
It was like heaven to you, sandwiched between two handsome men that played your body like a fiddle. You knew how good Aegon was when it came to fucking, but you were surprised that Aemond was in no way inferior to him, perhaps even a bit better, since he knew how to charm your body with gentle touches that juxtaposed the drilling of his hips. 
With the preparation of Aemond’s fingers, the prodding of Aegon’s cock against your virgin hole wasn’t that uncomfortable. Aemond had stopped his movements as soon as he noticed the shifting of his brother behind you, allowing the elder to push inside slowly and carefully. 
Accommodating both of them at once brought you a feeling of fullness you hadn’t experienced before. Even though they didn’t move, you were certain you could have come on spot just from them filling you to the brim. And seeing that you had become tighter with Aegon now behind you, both men seemed to share the feeling. 
But even then, the aching between your legs didn’t subside – if everything, it just grew greedier. 
“Move… please,” you whimpered, tears starting to brim in your eyes. Standing behind you, Aegon replaced Aemond’s hands with his own, while Aemond draped both your arms over their shoulders for leverage. Aegon spread your legs to the point it felt as if he wanted to tear you apart, but it felt oh so right. 
The tears made your vision blurry, and you didn’t see the glance they exchanged before they started to thrust into you at the same moment. Your head tipped back yet again with a strangled moan slipping past your lips, whereas both men were grunting and groaning as their cocks dragged through your clenching walls. 
Aemond brought his hand up to cup your cheek, pad of his thumb dragging along your skin to gather some of the tears you had shed. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.” As fucked up as it was, his words had you keening, the sounds you released growing from desperate and strained to wanton and pornographic. 
His other hand found solace between your legs, fingers dragging over your little bud. It was harsh, and, with the pleasure their cocks brought you, it made your body feel like it was on fire, urging you to squirm and gasp. But the position didn’t allow you to leave, unable to move with your arms around their necks and Aegon’s strong hands on your thighs. 
“That’s it,” the elder grunted, accentuating the words with two thrusts that were out of the rhythm of Aemond’s, harsh enough to hiccup your breathing. “Keep purring for us, you dumb, little kitten.” Releasing one of your thighs – with Aemond being quick enough to grab it to hold it up – Aegon reached around to squeeze and grope at your breasts. 
All things came together at once with the tip of Aemond’s cock brushing your sweet spot so expertly while his fingers circled your clit and Aegon’s squeezed and pinched your nipples. You toppled over the edge with a loud cry, white, hot pleasure surging through your veins. It almost was embarrassing how tightly your walls clenched around them both to the point it forced them to slow down a bit, yet their ministrations were enough to prolong that intense high. 
While you had expected them both to pursue their orgasms not long after, it was crushing when they didn’t, forcing you through the overstimulation. 
You tried to press your thighs together to escape the uncomfortable feeling, which obviously didn’t work with them spreading your legs further apart. “F-Fuck… please,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut which prompted more tears to roll down your cheeks. 
Being generous enough to grant you some kind of relief, Aemond withdrew his fingers from your clit and instead cupped your chin. “Keep crying like that, fuck,” he grunted, pursing his lips just slightly as his good eye was fixed on your tortured expression. 
Trusting twice, thrice, he eventually reached his climax with a strained groan, stilling his hips completely as his throbbing cock spent itself deep inside of your still trembling and sensitive walls. That prompted you to open your eyes, keeping them locked on his face, watching it contort with pleasure. He didn’t pick up his pace after that, merely staying buried inside of you. 
Aegon followed suit not long after with an elongated ‘fuck’, groping your breast a tad too roughly as he was overtaken by pleasure. He rode his high out with leisure snaps of his hips, rolling them back and forth until they also stilled at some point. 
He was the first to pull out and fetch his clothes, causing you to wince at the loss and a slight feeling of being used to throb in the back of your mind. For Aemond and you, it appeared you needed a few more seconds to steady your breathing and allow the events to settle in your bones, but once they did, he was careful to lower you to the ground.
“See you next week, Y/N,” Aegon gruffed, grabbing his phone. “Tuesday, same time?” 
Not really waiting for an answer, he departed for the bath, leaving you alone with his younger brother. With wide eyes, you met Aemond’s good one, silently begging for him to say something.
And he did, but probably not what you expected him to. 
“Get in my room,” he commanded, not a tinge of strain left in the baritone of his voice, “I'll clean you up and make your evening worth the while.”
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