Hiiiii. Could You Write Something With The Reader Giving Aegon Head In Public (either Like Getting Caught

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.

nadia decotis was a lesbian

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).

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

OUTLAST (2013)

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.

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.