Can You Write Aegon (or Aemond, I Can't Decide) X Reader And One Bed Trope?

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.

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.

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.

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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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.

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

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