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Can you write Aegon (or Aemond, I can't decide) x reader and one bed trope? 😊😊

One Bed? | Aegon & Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Only one bed, whatever will the three of you do?

Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, Aegon is a perv, Aemonds a subtle perv

A/N: I’m back, random little burst of inspiration came over me

You had no clue how you ended up here. Venturing through the streets with your two best friends, Aegon and Aemond. It was night, yet you hadnt found what you were looking for.

Checking into a Tavern for the night, you found yourself at the door of the only available room. Yet the owner neglected to mention the lack of beds, except for one double bed.

Aegon smirked, "Looks like you've got to sleep with me, sweetheart." He grins, and you make a fake gag.

"Aemonds here too, y'know." You reply snarkily, and Aegon grins further.

"He can sleep on the floor.” Aegon chuckles, and Aemond looks at him,

“If anyone’s sleeping on the floor it’s you.” Aemond snaps in return, causing Aegon to sneer at him.

“We can all fit, I can squish.” Aleria says, discarding herself of her shoes, and dress, to which she swapped into a night dress behind a curtain for changing.

Aegon and Aemond gape at the slight shadow of your nude body, and Aegon let’s put a quiet whistle, Aemond hitting him with his elbow.

The two follow suit, getting into their nightclothes, Aemond offering you his coat to sleep in due to the cold weather.

You gladly accepted it, and the three of you managed to just fit in the bed.

The two boys were squished up against you, not that you could deny the way that made you feel.

Throughout the night, it got harder to ignore the lingering touches on your body when you’d shift positions, Aemonds hand on your inner thigh and Aegons arm under your neck.

Aegon let his hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered, much to the two brothers amusement. You were in Aemonds coat, there was no way you were cold.

Aemonds slender hand traced shapes on your inner thigh, and Aegon began pressing kisses to your neck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heart was racing, and finally, Aegon broke the silence.

“Touch her, brother.” Aegons voice comes out, “She wants it, don’t you, little one?” Aegons voice was low, deep with lust and desire.

“I.. I do.” You whispered, and Aemond wasted no time in sitting up, forcefully parting your legs to which you moan.

Aegon chuckles, standing from the bed to give them more space, Aemond then lifted the night gown, and you wriggled out of your underwear to help him.

“Do you think our sweet girl can take a finger?” Aemond asks Aegon, and Aegon shrugs.

“Let’s find out.” Aegon suggests, and you nod. Aemonds finger goes expertly to rub at your clit, and your hips jolt up into his finger.

“So pathetic,” Aemond tsks, and you whine, he attacks his nub with his tongue, and your hands go to his silver hair, gripping it with force.

Aegon hums in pleasure, and you notice he’s stroking himself. You let out a deep breath at the sight, and he moves closer, stroking your hair to prepare you as Aemond sticks a finger in.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, and Aegon shushes you.

“My love, as much as I’d love to hear you scream, we can do that later.” Aegon speaks gently, and you nod. Aegon kisses you to muffle your noises.

Your thighs wrap around Aemonds neck as his finger rubs the rough patch in your cunt, your spot. He has you mewling into Aegons mouth, a submissive mess.

Aemond pulls away and so does Aegon, you cry out in disappointment.

Aemond pulls out his cock, it’s fully hard, and it’s long, dripping with precum, his tip is a light purple from arousal, veins look to be pulsing.

“This is gonna hurt,” Aemond speaks, and you nod.

“I can handle it.” You speak confidently.

“Good girl” Aemonds tantalising voice came as he slowly inched into you. The feeling was painful, it was a burning sensation as you were stretched, and you grit your teeth as he rested.

“Taking him so good,” Aegon speaks, still stroking his thick cock, angled over your chest.

The pain subsides after a few moments, and you’re consumed by your desire.

“Move, please Aem.” You beg, and he does that, erratically thrusting into you at an upward angle, his cock grazing your spot in a mind numbing sensation.

Your moans are muffled by your hand, and Aegon places your other around his cock, and you learn from him, gripping it as he wished and stroking, learning from what he was doing earlier, and his reactions.

Your pussy was throbbing, and cheeks flushed, Aemond angled your legs over his shoulders, and the assault on your pussy made you insatiable, bucking against him.

“ ‘M close!” You squeak, and Aemonds quick to speed up.

“You’re so tight around me,” He grunts, and you let out a long, erotic moan as your release comes closer.

All it takes is one extra hard thrust from Aemond for your eyes to be rolling back, walls clenching around him and a deep moan coming from your chest.

Aegon moaned along with you, the sight of you cumming was too much, and his seed was spilled all over your chest,

Aemond, however, emptied his seed inside you, placing your legs down and letting out a loud groan as he leaned over your body, a few weak thrusts as he pulled out.

“How was that, little one?” Aemond asks as he strokes your hair, and you smile.

“Too good,” You shakily say, your legs twitching from your orgasm.

Aegon, being the degenerate he is, uses your nightgown to clean the cum from your chest and you gasp,

“Aeg! I was going to sleep in that.” You pout, and Aemond looks at him, humour and confusion in his eyes.

“You can sleep naked, you can’t be shy now.” Aegon speaks with humour and you groan.

The two boys crawled into bed, both sticking to your side. They pulled the blanket over all of you and Aegon fell asleep with his head in the crook of your neck, and Aemond fell asleep with his arm around your stomach, holding you close.

need more requests guys! i’ve got nothing.

I don’t write for jace or luke but everyone else i do

Please make a series for aemond x reader and aegon x reader based on the request you got earlier :)

i think i’m going to!

here is the link for the fic, tell me if i should

That Girl

Hello, are your requests open? I would like to request modern Aemondxreader if it's possible, please?? 😸

She is Aegon's bestie and he drags her to some big party and of course he disappears after a while leaving her there alone.

The only person she recognizes in the crowd is Aegon's younger brother Aemond, who she always found really boring and annoying 😼 But he will show her he is not boring at all especially when he is dressed in all black and looks sexy as hell 😼😼

I've Got my Eye on you || Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader Pairing: Platonic!Aegon x reader, Romantic!Aemond x reader Summary: Something tells you that he's not the man he was. Warnings: Horny activities, best friends brother trope, grinding, heavy insinuations

You don't know why you even let Aegon drag you to this party. You're dressed clad in a red bodycon dress that hugged all of your curves just right, maximising your assets.

It only took Aegon minutes to see someone who wants his attention, leaving you behind in a room full of people you do not know. You scan the crowd, and your eyes catch onto Aegons little brother. The last time you saw Aemond, he was a nerd who stuck to his books, being silent most of the time. Now, here he is, infront of you, in a tight black shirt that accentuated his biceps, and gave a sneak peak of the muscles under his shirt. Your mouth watered at the sight, and he caught your eyes. Aemond smiles at you, and your stomach tightens. He beckons you over with two fingers, and your mind wanders. What would those fingers feel like deep inside of m- You stop yourself. Thats Aegons little brother. You remind yourself, and approach him. "You, are looking stunning tonight." He says once you're in earshot, "And you've certainly grown up," You reply, even though you're actually younger than him. "Why are you here alone?" Aemond asks, and you shrug. "I was with Aegon, but now he's disappeared somewhere." You say with a bit of a sour look on your face. "As Aegon does, I'll look after you, love." He says in that sweet voice, that made you feel like putty. You nod rapidly, "You're the only one I know here." You say again, sounding the slightest bit nervous. "Would you feel more comfortable going upstairs, then?" Aemond offers, "Yes please." You breathe out, and follow him up the stairs, bringing you into the guest room of this strangers house. "Why did Aegon bring you if you knew no one?" Aemond asks once youre both situated, "He wants to get me laid," You snicker, and Aemond laughs. "Why does he want that?" Aemond questions, shaking his head at Aegons antics. "Haven't been for a while, he wants to shut up my questions." You explain, a tad embarrassed. Aemond laughs, using it as an excuse to put his hand on your knee. "And hows that working out for you?" He speaks in a teasing voice, "Not very well," You groan, and Aemonds hand begins its way up from your knee to your lower thigh, and your core throbs with desperation. "I uh, I think I can help with that little one," Aemond looks at you, eyes blown with lust and his hand ventures to your upper inner thigh. "I think I'd like that," You say, and heatedly kiss him, and his strong hands cup your ass, moving you to be on his lap, which you begin grinding. You pull away, "Yeah, I'd like that." You say with a laugh, feeling his hardening cock beneath you made you insatiable, connecting your lips with his again.

Please could I request aegon and aemond both falling in love with their childhood friend who’s a princess and has her own dragon 💙💙

That Girl || Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader Pairing: Romantic!Aegon x reader, Romantic!Aemond x reader Warnings: comments on the body, perv Aegon as always A/N: sorry this is so short, i'm unmotivated, but would this be good as a series? You had grown up alongside Aemond and Aegon, being the twin sister to Jacaerys. Though you never let that stop you from being there for Aemond and Aegon, you spent most of your time with them. So when you arrived at Kingslanding on dragonback alongside your family, you bounded towards the two boys, who gladly accepted your clumsy embraces. "Gods I've missed you two," You mumble, completely forgetting to inform them that you had claimed Seasmoke, the pale dragon perched behind you. Aemond seems to be the only one who cares, looking back at the dragon hesitantly. "Looks like you've grown considerably," Aegon says with a grin that made Aemond jab him with his elbow, though Aemond couldn't deny that you had grown into your body, thats for sure.

You held yourself in a certain manner now, one that shows you had grown. You walked away and greeted Helaena, and Aegon whispers to his brother, "May the best man win," Aegon smirks, and Aemond lets a small smile come onto his face, "Trust me, I will." He replies snarkily, and offers to walk with you in the gardens.

hey babes, should I do a part 2 to withheld desire?

if so, my ask box is open for any ideas.

what kind of kinks do you think Aegon would have?? just a request for a headcanon or even just a blurb, I want more fanfic of him 😭

I got you! Here’s just a few things I think he’d probably enjoy. NSFW 18+ ONLY

I think he’s really into power play. 100% enjoys dominating his partner to feel a sense of achievement. Knowing only he can bring them that kind of pleasure.

He also enjoys his partner on their knees, sucking his cock and worshipping him.

On the flip side, he enjoys when they get on top and learn to ride a dragon, he loves eating pussy.

Hair pulling (giving and receiving)

Praise kink (he’s a good boy for fucking you so well. You’re a good girl for taking all of him.)

Enjoys edging followed by overstimulation, hearing his partner whine gets him off

He likes to mark his territory, so hickies really get him going. He likes to bite down on the tender flesh of their neck to hear them whimper and then soothe the pain with his tongue.

This man loves fucking babies into his lover and drinking from their breasts when they’re full.

Hi, can I please request reader x Aegon, where she is a shy and kind lady and everyone asumes that she will marry some nice man like Jacerys, who is already in love with her. He courts her, treats her like a real gentleman, but as much as she wants to enjoy his attention she craves something different&darker. She wants man who will love her and praise her but at the same time wouldn't hesitate to spank her, choke her or call her his whore. And Jace isn't someone who can give it to her, but Aegon is. And Aegon is more than willing to fulfill her fantasies especially when he knows that it will hurt Jace...

Fantasies | Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Pairings: Aegon x Fem!reader (main) Jace x Fem!Reader mentioned. Summary: Aegon takes quite the liking to Jaces betrothed. Warnings: Cheating, porn with plot, Aegon steals Jace's wife, hair pulling, degredation, praise and possessiveness. A/N: This was so fucking fun to write! Reblogs appreciated<3

You were the picture of elegance to anyone who knew you, being a highborn lady meant you were intended to marry a highborn man. Thats what lead to yours and Jace's eventual courting.

You had little to no feelings for him, there was no passion. He'd give you flowers, take you on walks, make flirty quips- but that all felt empty, you wanted more.

A feast began, and you found yourself bored as Jace danced with you. He was innocent, which was the opposite of what you wanted. He twirled you, and dipped you, but you felt hollow. Ladies of the court fawned over the two of you.

You dont know why you cant focus on Jace, why he does not give you butterflies the way you imagined when you were young. You dont know why the only sense of happiness you've gotten tonight was when Aegon looked at you like a predator looking at his prey.

It sent excitement through your bones, and you couldn't explain why. But you simply couldn't ignore it either, couldn't ignore the wetness pooling in your garments as you met eyes with Aegon. The way your footing slipped up when he'd look at you, and Jace would ask if you were okay.

You were reminded of how lovely Jace was, how he treated you like royalty as if you were his already... you didn't like it. You were his fantasy, but he wasnt yours, he was far from it. And every time the silver haired prince would look your way, you were too aware of it.

Aware of how you were dancing with a boy, when you wanted a man. And thats where it began, the wondering touches on your thigh during dinners from Aegon,

The whispers passed off as banter.

"I could make you feel better than him," Aegon whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I could show you the pleasure you yearn for." He whispered again.

What Aegon didnt know, was that you'd fuck yourself to these thoughts every night.

"Come on, pretty girl, I can teach you, that pleasure is made to be mixed with pain." He whispered, and you were unsure of how he knew what you wanted.

And with that, the end of you and Jace began, and the beginning of you and Aegon was rearing its head.

Secret rendezvous where you'd hide in closets inside the keep, Aegons fingers curling against your g spot. "My pretty little whore," He would say, and you would moan. When his hands would go to your throat, demanding you call yourself his, and only his.

He'd make you call out his name, leaving you with subtle marks, knowing just how to fuck with Jace's head. He didn't care because you were his. And Jace needed to learn that, quick.

The nights where you shared passion, but not yet did he take your maidenhead.

"You're mine, all mine. Even if you wed the strong bastard, I will be there on your wedding night, to fuck my seed into your belly, just as I know you want me to so badly."

You hated how right Aegon was, how every time he would tell you these sinful things, you couldn't deny the truth behind his words, you wouldn't dare.

You were his, and he was yours. He reminded you of that, he always did.

Moments where Aegon would spank your bare ass and pull your hair, things you would never let anyone else do to you, except your silver-haired prince.

And on the night of your wedding, Aegon made sure Jace would be too drunk to perform. And he was. Jace passed out before he even considered bedding you, and Aegon took his place.

He rutted into you with such force, made sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he fucked you, and he fucked you rough and hard, holding your throat as you cried out his name in pleasure.

He took your maidenhead, and bred you full of his seed,

You are his, and he is yours, until the very end.

Could you write a fic where Aemond dramatically catches his crush after she falls?

Knight In Shining Armour | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Helaena x Platonic!Reader, Aemond x Reader

Summary: Aemond plays the knight in shining Armour.

Warnings: None I think?

Walking with Helaena mindlessly was one of your favourite pastimes. Talking about the bugs she'd acquired recently, how Aegon had been a dick to her, she was fun to talk to.

Walking around the gardens, unaware of the tall, one-eyed, silver-haired man who followed your every move. He justified it to himself as he was there for protection, but in reality, he had a huge crush on you.

"I think Aemond has a slight crush on you," Helaena giggles and you smile fondly. "I dont believe that to be true, hes way above my station." You politely reply, looking down bashfully.

God, he adored your shy personality.

You and Helaena continued chatting about everything and nothing at the same time, making your way into the keep as you do. You were soon to prepare for the feast tonight.

Walking up the stairs with Helaena, your mind fumbles up the placing of the stairs, causing you to be short on your step. You go tumbling backwards, and Aemond essentially runs from his place, catching you softly in his strong arms. You gasp, but your heart beats faster and your cheeks flush upon noticing who caught you.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Aemond asks worriedly, his hand going to your cheek as he stands you upright.

"My knight in shining armour," You jest with a vibrant grin. "I am fine, you caught me before any real damage." You assure him.

"Thankfully," Aemond says, his smile warm, and eyes friendly. "Does your Knight in shining armour get a dance at the feast tonight?" Aemond asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

"That's the least I can do," You grin, your belly full of butterflies.

Aemonds mentally doing a happy dance as he takes your hand, kissing it gently and excusing himself, strolling away.

You look to Helaena, who is looking at you with an I told you so look in her eyes, and you shake your head and laugh, walking back up with her.

Hiiiii. Could you write something with the reader giving Aegon head in public (either like getting caught or just blatantly doing it in front of guards or servants)

Caught | Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aegon and the reader get caught in a compromising position.

Pairing: Aegon x Wife!reader, slight Aemond x reader if you squint

Warnings: Smut, Smut with plot, oral f!receiving,

You knew Aegon was daring when you wed him, there was no one who didn't know.

I had no clue he was this daring. You thought as his hand travelled up your dress and rubbed over your clothed slit. You look around the library your sat in, and find only a few servants and guards, much to your relief.

You give him a stern look, and he only takes this as encouragement.

You stifle your moans by gripping the book in your hands and taking deep breaths. This is when Aegon decides he's not doing enough, and slips under the table, shedding you of your undergarments and teasingly lifting his tongue through your folds, finding your clit and making small circles around with his tongue.

You almost cry out in pleasure but manage to fake a cough in time. Aegon uses your wetness which is mixed with his saliva to lubricate his fingers, carefully putting one inside your cunt, curling up against your G spot.

The coil in your stomach builds and builds, but your eyes meet Aemonds, who has just strolled into the library. "My lady," Aemond bows, seemingly unaware of his brother under the table, barely covered by the cloth adorning it.

"Have you seen my brother? I cannot find him anywhere." Aemond questions, and your breath picks up.

"Uhm!" You squeak as Aegon silently laughs against your clit, sending vibrations through you. "I- I havent seen him, I'm sure hes gonna co-" You speak, but your peak rapidly approaches, the invigorating feeling of being watched by Aemond who doesnt know, has you hurdling towards your orgasm. "I'm sure hes gonna.. come around." You say, your orgasm so close.

Aegon speeds up from under the table, movements of his fingers ferocious, and tongue pedantic and caring.

"I'm gonna go find him, thank you for your help." Aemond says, turning around.

"I'm gonna come!" You breathe out quietly, and Aemond turns around.

"That would be rather helpful," Aemond speaks, but realises your body language, the heavy breathing, and his eyes widen.

You helplessly let out a loud moan as your orgasm washes over you, your nerves exploding with pleasure.

Aegon rises from under the table, licking his fingers clean, and you meekly say, "Found him!" With your face flushed with embarrasment, and pleasure.

Aemonds eyes widen, and he shakes his head, eye widened and mouth ajar as he storms out of the library with urgency.

"Should I be worried you came at the sight of my brother?" Aegon chuckles, and you blush further, face on fire.

"Shut up," You groan, taking his hand, not wanting to think about facing Aemond ever again.

Can I request Daemon letting the reader ride him while she wears his jousting helmet?

You In My Helm. // Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Daemon catches you trying on his helm, and fucks you while you wear it. Pairing: Daemon x Reader. Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, reader wears his helmet, riding, daemon FTW, female reader.

You had always been interested in Daemon’s helmet, whenever you saw him in it, the familiar feeling of arousal rose in your belly. Perhaps it was how intimidating he looked in it, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

Returning to your shared chambers after a long day of your duties, you notice his helm sitting on his desk. Curious, your hands run over the cool steel, and the soft hair that made the helm his.

Seeing as you were all alone, you thought it okay to slip it over your head, situating it so it was comfortable. Making your way to the mirror, you looked at yourself, biting at your lip, and a similar feeling rose in your belly. Hand drifting down to the crotch of your dress, where you whimper at the slightest of pleasure, unaware of the looming presence peaking through the door.

“My love,” Daemons teasing voice echoed through the chamber as he made himself known. You quickly made it look normal, but he wasn’t convinced.

“You look ravishing in my helmet,” He begins, walking over to you. Daemons hands run over your sides, tracing the curves of your body with gentle, feather-like touches that made you shiver.

“Please.” You whispered, and he let out a small laugh.

“Please, what?” Daemon says, his voice mocking.

“Please fuck me, Daem,” You respond, eyebrows furrowed. Daemon doesn’t hesitate, sliding off his belt and slipping out of his top. “You’re going to keep the helmet on, and ride me.” He demands, laying on the bed, and you know the drill.

Your shaking hands go to shed him of his pants, and his undergarments, along with yours.  You kept your dress on as you straddled his lap, grinding your hips against his as you kiss him passionately on the lips.

His wet cock slips through your folds as you grind, and you whimper as he comes in contact with your clit.

“Put me in,” Daemon commands again, and you abide.

You adjust him and slide onto his length, with a long, satisfied moan.

To shock you, he thrusts his hips upward and you let out a squeal of pleasure. “Fuck!” Your shaky voice comes out.

“Move, love.” Daemon grunts and you begin desperately moving up and down, small noises of pleasure rolling from your tongue.

“Look at you, my beautiful girl, fucking herself on my cock.” He says, hands gripping your hips to make your movements more intense. “You like using me for your pleasure, huh, girl?” Daemon speaks again.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes.” You loudly exclaim, your pace quickening. He’s satisfied with this, moving his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves, your head throwing back as you come down harder. 

Daemons hips meet yours as you thrust together, explicit noises of your wetness fill the room, and the repetitive slapping of your sweaty bodies together.

His other hand moves from your hip, and wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down in a heated kiss.

He smirks as you moan loudly into his mouth with each thrust, the helmet is slightly uncomfortable for the both of you, but that is the last concern, melting into him as he fucks you from beneath. The coil in your stomach builds up and up, and Daemon can tell you are close with how desperately you grind on his hand and cock.

You bite down on his shoulder as you come, your head spinning as pleasure spreads through every nerve in your body, and soon after his pace becomes erratic and sloppy, shooting his cum deep inside you with a relieved sigh as he milks your walls.

“Seeing you in my helmet, well played.” He laughs, pulling you from his lap to his side, taking the helmet off and putting the covers over the two of you.

Cockwarming Drabble

Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming, exhibitionism, public sex

“Keep reading,” Aemond said, his voice slightly strained. You muffled a groan and tried to refocus on the book in front of you, extremely aware of the fact that anyone in the library could see your reactions. The words swam on the page as your husband shifted his hips, rocking up into you and making your legs tremble.

“Aemond, please,” you whined, your core bubbling with burning arousal.

He hummed quietly, sliding his hands to your waist to hold you still. “Are you truly so desperate for release that you would let me fuck you here, with everyone watching?”

You forced yourself to look around the library, weighing the potential damage to your reputation. Mostly servants, to your eye.

Aemond rolled his hips up into yours, brushing up against a spot inside of you that made spots appear before your eyes. You could feel your high approaching, pleasure intensifying and twisting in your stomach as spasms threatened to wrack your limbs.

“Shall we give them a show?” he breathed in your ear. You nodded frantically, your despotism overwhelming your judgement. Aemond hummed, kissing your jaw softly. “I think not. The sight of you in the throes of pleasure is reserved for my eyes alone.”

You moaned in abandon, his words bringing you closer to your peak. He seemed to realize this and laughed, shaking his head as he readjusted your skirts on his lap. “Keep reading.”

Which characters do you write for?

hey hon! i’ll write for any<3 i do both women and men

y’all send me requests i wanna write

will do practically anything for HOTD characters

I just want to be in the MESSIEST, sloppiest (if you get me) love triangle between Aegon ii and Aemond Targaryen, is that too fucking much to ask for?

and there ain’t enough y/n x Aemond x Aegon fanfic (unless I’m looking in the wrong places).

withheld desire | aemond targaryen

Ships: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aemond x Jeyne (mentioned) Warnings: smut, degredation, praise, underwear ripping, dominant aemond sub reader, friends to sex havers. A/N: First time uploading for a while, and first time uploading for HOTD, enjoy 18+ past the cut

You and Aemond were an anomaly, not that it mattered to anyone but the two of you.

Aegon was throwing a party, much to no one’s surprise. He alwaysthrows a party when Alicent goes out of town.  That left You and Aemond on the couch, taking shots together to forget your problems.

“Just look at Jeyne, fucking macking on the first man who looks her way.” Aemond grunts and you put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, the alcohol settling warmly in your stomach.

“C’mon, let’s make her jealous.” You suggest, standing up and extending your hand to your best friend, who takes it thankfully.

Aemond smashes his lips onto yours, in an attempt to make Jeyne jealous, but finds himself enjoying the feeling of you desperately rutting your hips against his. He presses you against the closest wall, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, your hand going to grasp his hair, emitting a moan into his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Aemond breathes out between kisses, and you nod, and eagerly lead him up to his room, locking the door behind you.

Aemond quickly gets back to work, roughly sitting you on his desk as his hands move in featherlike motions over your clothed pussy, and he groans. “So wet for me, and I haven’t done anything.” He chuckles, mocking you, and your hips jut against his fingers repetitively.

“Fuck me, please.” You moan, lips moving to his neck, where you leave a small hickey, and he sighs pleasurably,

“No, not yet. Gotta take care of my girl, hm?” He says, taking a seat in his desk chair and lowering it so he’s between your legs.  His hands easily snap the elastic of your underwear, leaving you bare to him. “Mmh!” You moan as the cold air meets your cunt, and you almost scream as Aemond presses his tongue to your most intimate part.

“Quiet, pet, or I’ll stop.” He threatens, head back in between your legs as he laps at your heat, putting a finger into your aching hole. “F-Fuck. Aem..” You whisper, hands knotting in his hair, and he slips a second finger in at your approval.

Aemonds fingers curl harshly against your g spot, his tongue still attacking your clit, and you feel your stomach heat up. “I’m close, please don’t stop.” You whimper, and he chuckles, sending vibrations throughout you, leaving you squirming.

Aemond speeds up the movements of his tongue and fingers, and you quickly come to your release with a muffled moan as Aemonds free hand goes to cover your mouth, you’re left twitching. “O-Oh fuck.” You whisper as he pulls away, standing up from his seat. “I’m not done with you.” Aemond whispers in your ear, and he makes work of undoing his pants quickly, jerking himself a few times before putting his tip into you. “Can I continue, pet?” He asks, and you nod eagerly.

Aemond pushes in slowly, and you feel yourself being stretched to the maximum. The pain burns for a few seconds, and he watches your face with care, making sure you’re okay. “Move, please.” Your whimpers come out, and usually, he would tease you. But tonight, he just wanted to fuck you.

Aemonds thrusts are rough, making ecstasy rise in your stomach each time his cock brushes your g spot.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. You take me so well.” He moans into your ear, and you whine. Aemonds hand went skilfully to your throat, and you tipped your neck back to give him more room. The lack of oxygen left you more aroused than ever as he fucked you dumb.

“Don’t fucking stop,” You wheeze out, and he goes even rougher, “My pretty girl,” Aemond groans, and you tighten around him. “You like being praised hm?” He asks, and you manage a meek ‘Yes.’

“Such a good girl, all for me, your pussy feels so good around me, fucking cockslut.” He says, his pace becoming more erratic as you both near your peaks.

“I’m gonna cum, Aemond.” You whine, rutting against his movements, “Me too, cum for me, whore.” He demands, hand tightening around your throat as he empties himself into your cunt, and you squeeze him like a vice as you orgasm, seeing white-hot pleasure and stars and all good things in the world as you go limp.

“You were so good for me,” Aemond mutters, stroking your cheek with his fingers, he pulls up his pants, picking you up in his arms and tucking you into his bed. He gets a cloth from the closet, runs warm water over it and cleans you.

“You fucked me so hard I can barely speak.” You joke, voice weak. “I’m glad it was good for you,” Aemond smiles, and he gives you one of his band shirts to sleep in, to which you put on over your other shirt. He wordlessly crawls into bed with you, and you both daze off to sleep, wondering how this will affect your friendship once you wake.

“Get back here! You’re not done dying, you slut!”

OUTLAST (2013)

Dads Best Friend - J.Halstead

a/n its my first attempt at posting on here.. im nervous. i wrote this while exhausted and haven't gotten it checked out by anyone TW; implied smut, large but legal age gap dedicated to @hotchsbabygirl <3

Tiptoeing down your large staircase and into your kitchen in only your underwear and a way-too-big shirt you found in the laundry seemed like a good idea at the time. Grabbing a cup and filling it with water, lift your weight onto the kitchen island with your phone in one hand. It was roughly two am, and you were trying to sober up. You had been out at a party all night, while your parents had a get together with some of their friends.

Running a hand through your hair as you mindlessly scroll, you laugh at a video of you and your friend doing shots. “What’s so funny?” a familiar voice said, turning on the light causing you to nearly drop your cup of water as you barely manage to hold back a scream. “Fuck! Jay, you scared the living hell out of me.” You breathe out, a hand on your chest, the two of you choosing to ignore his lack of a shirt and your lack of pants.

Jay laughs heavily, and you find yourself admiring him as he starts making himself a coffee. You liked Jay, he was probably your favourite out of all your dads' friends. He was cool and really real with you- it helps he’s insanely attractive. “Says the one in the kitchen at two-thirty in the morning.” He snarks. “How was the party?” he follows up.

“It was good enough that I won’t remember it once I wake up.” You smile at him, and he sits on a stool near where you were perched. “Mm, long night then? Anyone, I gotta rough up a little?” he teases and you giggle. He was in his late, and you were twenty-two, almost twenty-three. He knew exactly how it was to be your age.

“Nope, it was just clubbing with some of my girls. This guy did buy us a whole bottle of this fancy shit, it was gross.” You smile at the memory and the corner of Jay's mouth raises into a little side smirk. “Did it get the job done?” he asks, and you give him a look, gesturing to your appearance. “Obviously, look at me.” You playfully roll your eyes at him, and Jay takes the chance to look you over.

Your skin had been cleaned of all makeup and your hair was messy, but you still looked perfect to him. but one thing stood out, the shirt. He finds himself laughing again. “Is that my shirt?” he points. “Is it? Fuck, I pulled it out of the laundry without checking.” Your reason. “It’s okay, I left it here last time I slept over, you look good in it though.” You laugh, cheeks red in embarrassment as you take the shirt off your body, throwing it at him, leaving yourself completely exposes as both your eyes widen at the realisation of what you just did.

Jay looks away out of respect for you, and it feels like you're not so sober anymore. “D-don’t look away, Jay,” you say, and his eyes move to yours. Unwavering as to not make you uncomfortable. “You’re drunk, put the shirt back on.” He says, handing it back to you. You huff, putting the shirt back on. “Hmph,” you murmur, and he laughs at your ability to ignore the shifting of weight on both of your hearts.

“I think I’m going to be sick..” you suddenly exclaimed, pushing off the bench and quickly releasing the content of your stomach into your trash can. Jay is quick to jump to action, taking a hair-tie off your wrist and tying your hair into a messy ponytail. He cleans you up, makes sure you’re not going to puke anytime soon and picks you up bridal style and puts you into your bed. “I’m not a baby.” Were one of your many protests, causing him to shake his head and laugh. He brought you a bucket and a water bottle along with a few painkillers and quickly told you to message him if you needed anything, and he left.

You let yourself think about what you just did. How could you be so stupid to think that was a good idea? You had been childishly crushing on him for a while now, but you never planned to progress it. You groaned, putting your head in your hands, then running them through your hair as you picked up your phone to distract yourself.

You felt fine now, you ever wondered If you had thrown up due to how nervous you were, not your sobriety. you were certain you weren’t getting any sleep, and that situation had left you almost as frustrated as it had left you embarrassed. Waiting until it was almost half-past three, you slipped in the shower. Paying attention to what you were doing, drying your hair and putting on pyjamas under a cute little set to give you that ego boost you so badly needed.

You stepped out of your room to be met with Jay, on his way down the hall to your room. You anxiously smiled, “you can’t sleep either?” you ask. It wouldn’t be the first time you and Jay had met up with each other early in the morning. But this time was different, it was tense and hardly platonic as it was when you were younger.

“No, I cant. I was coming to check on you.” He replied, now leaning on the wall next to the door frame you were standing by. “I feel perfectly fine now. Don’t know what came over me.” You gulped. His eyes were watching your every move with so much intensity like he was deciding something. “You should try and get some sleep,” Jay says, pausing for a second and abruptly turning to leave.

You figure it's now or never, barely taking time to collect what you’re doing before your rushing over to him, turning him around and pressing his lips to yours. He kisses back immediately like you were his form of hydration. You press against him, letting out a small whine as the kiss gets harsher. He pulls away, “I really shouldn’t-“ he starts, but you don’t let him finish. “Please, Jay.” you almost beg and his cock twitches. “I need you, please.” You hold onto his shirt gently. “Fuck.” He swears to himself under his breath, kissing you again, this time it's ten times more serious.

“Jump,” He demands, and you do so, legs wrapped around him as he holds you up. You can feel all of him and it's exhilarating and making you wetter by the second. He fluttering kisses against your neck, making you into a mess for him. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispers against your soft skin. “No, take me into the bedroom.” You say, and he carries you in and shuts the door behind the two of you. Needless to say, neither of you got to sleep that morning.

The Babysitter

Chapter Two: Hershey Kisses 

Nick Amaro x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: Nick wasn’t looking for love and you weren’t looking for a job. A phone call and one day together seemed to change both of your lives. for better or for worse ? That’s up to you.

Warnings: reader is 19, mini meltdown from Zara, little steamy make out session

Word Count: 2,912

Author’s Note: I think I'm gonna start updating this every Tuesday but no promises :) also thanks to my bestie for always giving her input and her amazing ideas @hes-going-to-sacrifice-himself

the babysitter taglist :) // series masterlist 

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The house was quiet, Zara was sitting in her bedroom reading her book when Nick got home. “I’m so sorry,” he sets his keys on the kitchen counter, “I couldn’t get away and I- where’s Zara ?” he looks around the kitchen and over to the living room. 

“Bedroom, she’s really into the book she brought home from school.” 

Nick nods, stepping away from the kitchen to go see her. You were making a cup of coffee when Nick returned.

“Listen, I gotta ask you a huge favour.” Nick leans on the wall, he pulls the badge off of his belt and rests it on the counter. “I’ve got to be back at work in 2 hours, I wanted to come home and see her but I also want to get some sleep. Would you be able to stay the night ? But if you can’t, I understand. I know I’m asking for a lot-” 

“Nick, it’s fine. I can stay.” 

“Thanks.”

You take a sip of the coffee, watching as Nick unbuttons his green button up. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him, Nick’s eyes are on you and a smirk playing on his lips. “See something you like ?” He teases. 

“Oh-” you press your lips together, cheeks red as you look anywhere but at Nick. 

“I’m just gonna crash on the couch. Shout if you need anything.” He walks past you, making his way over to the couch. 

At some point, Zara had come out and kissed her father goodnight before you tucked her into bed. You promised her that you’d tell Nick to come in and say bye before he left. 

Now you were sitting on the single seater across from Nick, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. 

The white t-shirt clung to his body, one of his arms tucked under his head while the other was tossed across his torso. He was stretched out on the couch, he seemed peaceful for once. In the past few weeks you had been working for Nick, you barely saw him. A few minutes of something resembling a conversation and you were out the door, not like Nick wasn’t always in a rush himself. 

The blanket was haphazardly tossed on him by Zara when she came out to kiss him goodnight. It was barely covering his legs at this point, this man tossed and turned more than anyone else you knew. 

Quietly, you set the laptop on the chair before going to fix the blanket. Leaning down, you lifted the blanket to pull it up when you feel two hands on your waist. 

Next thing you know, you’re flat against Nick’s chest. 

Debating if you should stay there or if you should say something, you decided to say something. You glance up at the man, his eyes still shut and his arms wrapped around you, his warm hands rubbing up and down your back. 

Part of you didn’t want to say anything, you wanted to stay like that. As usual, your better judgement took over. 

“Nick?” you look up at the man again, his eyes barely open. He’s still half asleep. 

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The Babysitter

Chapter Two: Hershey Kisses 

Nick Amaro x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: Nick wasn’t looking for love and you weren’t looking for a job. A phone call and one day together seemed to change both of your lives. for better or for worse ? That’s up to you.

Warnings: reader is 19, mini meltdown from Zara, little steamy make out session

Word Count: 2,912

Author’s Note: I think I'm gonna start updating this every Tuesday but no promises :) also thanks to my bestie for always giving her input and her amazing ideas @hes-going-to-sacrifice-himself

the babysitter taglist :) // series masterlist 

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The house was quiet, Zara was sitting in her bedroom reading her book when Nick got home. “I’m so sorry,” he sets his keys on the kitchen counter, “I couldn’t get away and I- where’s Zara ?” he looks around the kitchen and over to the living room. 

“Bedroom, she’s really into the book she brought home from school.” 

Nick nods, stepping away from the kitchen to go see her. You were making a cup of coffee when Nick returned.

“Listen, I gotta ask you a huge favour.” Nick leans on the wall, he pulls the badge off of his belt and rests it on the counter. “I’ve got to be back at work in 2 hours, I wanted to come home and see her but I also want to get some sleep. Would you be able to stay the night ? But if you can’t, I understand. I know I’m asking for a lot-” 

“Nick, it’s fine. I can stay.” 

“Thanks.”

You take a sip of the coffee, watching as Nick unbuttons his green button up. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him, Nick’s eyes are on you and a smirk playing on his lips. “See something you like ?” He teases. 

“Oh-” you press your lips together, cheeks red as you look anywhere but at Nick. 

“I’m just gonna crash on the couch. Shout if you need anything.” He walks past you, making his way over to the couch. 

At some point, Zara had come out and kissed her father goodnight before you tucked her into bed. You promised her that you’d tell Nick to come in and say bye before he left. 

Now you were sitting on the single seater across from Nick, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. 

The white t-shirt clung to his body, one of his arms tucked under his head while the other was tossed across his torso. He was stretched out on the couch, he seemed peaceful for once. In the past few weeks you had been working for Nick, you barely saw him. A few minutes of something resembling a conversation and you were out the door, not like Nick wasn’t always in a rush himself. 

The blanket was haphazardly tossed on him by Zara when she came out to kiss him goodnight. It was barely covering his legs at this point, this man tossed and turned more than anyone else you knew. 

Quietly, you set the laptop on the chair before going to fix the blanket. Leaning down, you lifted the blanket to pull it up when you feel two hands on your waist. 

Next thing you know, you’re flat against Nick’s chest. 

Debating if you should stay there or if you should say something, you decided to say something. You glance up at the man, his eyes still shut and his arms wrapped around you, his warm hands rubbing up and down your back. 

Part of you didn’t want to say anything, you wanted to stay like that. As usual, your better judgement took over. 

“Nick?” you look up at the man again, his eyes barely open. He’s still half asleep. 

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The Babysitter

Chapter One: First Name Basis 

Nick Amaro x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: Nick wasn’t looking for love and you weren’t looking for a job. A phone call and one day together seemed to change both of your lives. for better or for worse ? that’s up to you.

Warnings: Reader is 19, shameless flirting but they’re both too shy, a millisecond of angst at the end. 

Word Count: 2746 words 

Author’s Note: Hi honeys!! this is my Nick series cause I’m back in my feels for him and I can’t get rid of the idea so here we are. // this won’t exactly follow canon so just go with it. 

the babysitter taglist :)  // series masterlist

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Things had been a struggle to say the least. Maria upping and taking the job in DC threw Nick for a loop. Especially when she left Zara with him and it wasn’t like he didn’t love his daughter because he did. It was the fact that they had to find the rhythm of things without Maria which was 10x harder now that they had both just adjusted to her being there.

When his nosy neighbour decided to chat him up one afternoon as their kids played with Zara in the front yard, Nick wanted nothing more than to fling himself off a building. 

“I had this wonderful girl named y/n babysit the kids when Jack and I wanted a date night,” the woman smiles at Nick. “She’s in college now so she’s a bit busy but I’m sure she can make it work if you want her number. A call won’t hurt.” 

Nick took the number from his neighbour, calling Zara in for dinner in hopes to get away from his neighbour. He thanked her for the number and promised they’d come over for dinner soon- even though he knew they would not be going over there anytime soon. 

Nick sat beside Zara on the couch, the little girl cuddled into his side. He glances down at his daughter, her eyes heavy with sleep but she keeps forcing herself to stay awake as she wants to finish the movie. 

“Babygirl, c’mon. Time for bed.” Nick lifts her up off the couch, she groans. 

“Dad!” She scolded him, groaning all the way to her bedroom. Nick sets her down on the bed. “Do you want me to stay or are you okay?” He asks, making his way around her room to make sure the windows are locked. 

She shakes her head, pulling the blanket up over her as she scoots down and makes herself comfortable. Nick smiles at the little girl, tucking in the edges of her blanket before pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“I’ll be just down the hall if you need me, baby.” Zara sighs, looking up at her father. “I know dad, I’m not a baby.” She tells him matter of factly tone, making Nick shake his head in amusement. 

He raises his hands in surrender. “Whatever you say. Goodnight kiddo.” “Night dad,” she smiles at him, watching as he shuts the door. 

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Nick finds himself in bed, it’s half past one in the morning and he can’t seem to settle down. Begrudgingly, he drags himself from bed and makes his way to the kitchen. 

He tumbles through the cabinets - tea, come on, I know I bought tea at some point. 

The tea seemed to be hidden behind a few different types of coffee stored in various shaped bottles. He made a mental note to clean the cabinets the next time he had some free time. Nick went through the motions- put the tea bag in the mug, fill the kettle with water, set it to boil and now he waits. 

His phone sat disregarded on the counter, the conversation with his neighbour replaying in his head. “A call won’t hurt.” 

Nick needed the help desperately. Even if he couldn’t admit that to others, he could admit that to himself. 

Considering the time, Nick thought a text would be more considerate. You could always return his text in the morning. He hesitated, only for a second. What kind of impression does it make that I’m awake at 1:56 in the morning and I’m texting a college student ? 

Pushing the thought aside, Nick drafts the text and reads it over 8 times before he actually sends it. 

From Nick: Hi y/n, I’m Nick. I got your number from my neighbour, Jessica. She mentioned that you babysat for her a few times and she couldn’t stop gushing about how great you were. I’m looking for a babysitter as well and I was wondering if you were available. Give me a text back or a call whenever it’s convenient for you. Thanks. 

He barely set the phone down to pour the boiled water into the mug when his phone chimed. 

To Nick: Hi Nick! I’m available! Could I give you a call now or would in the morning be better ? 

From Nick: Now is fine. 

Nick’s phone buzzed in his hand, he clicked the little green button before lifting the phone to his ear. “Hi!” you sounded half asleep yet somehow happy at the same time.  

“Hi y/n. Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.” he hums. 

“Totally fine, I was up doing class work anyways. Jessica told you about me huh? That woman doesn’t stop talking- not in a bad way of course. Oh man, I’m rambling aren’t I?” you sigh, Nick chuckles. 

He’s already taken a liking to you. 

“It’s true. She never stops talking.” you both laugh before Nick speaks up. 

“I’ve got a daughter. Her name is Zara, she’s 9. I drop her off to school in the mornings and I need someone to look in on her while I’m at work in the afternoons.” Nick tells you, you nod but then realize he can’t see it. 

“Would it be okay for you to come over and meet Zara ? I wouldn’t want her to be uncomfortable and we can just gauge if it’s a good fit or not. We can discuss details if that’s okay with you?” Nick finishes.

“A straight to the point kind of man, I like you already, Nick.” 

Nick would be lying if he said his cheeks were a bit redder then they were moments ago. 

“When are you free?” he asks. “Tomorrow, well technically today. Up to you know, I don’t know if you’re busy or anything.” 

“Tomorrow is fine, I’ll text you the address.” 

“Oh wait! I gotta ask since I’m coming to your place, you’re not a serial killer or anything right ?” Nick laughed at your question, his hand pressed over his mouth so he could muffle the sound, hoping not to wake Zara. 

“No, actually I’m a cop.” 

“Haha, very funny- wait, are you actually a cop?” 

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The Babysitter Series

Series Summery: Nick wasn’t looking for love and you weren’t looking for a job. A phone call and one day together seemed to change both of your lives. for better or for worse ? That’s up to you. 

Nick Amaro x Fem!Reader 

Series Warnings: n/a at the time 

Author’s Note: hi my darlings, I’ve been watching svu and this is stuck in my head so here you go. I’m not sure how long this is gonna run or how I’m gonna be updating it so bare with me :) 

the babysitter taglist 

*updates every Tuesday!

Chapter One: First Name Basis

Chapter Two: Hershey Kisses *coming feb 15th*

these truly were different times

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