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celestie0 · 9 months ago

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Hey!! Do you have any ihm headcanons for gojo and y/n?

I honestly love them both so much especially reader. Your writing is amazing

suuure!! i mean they're not like officially in a relationship yet so these will just be kinda random facts about them i supposeee, some separate and some together :0 but i hope they're still interesting haha <33

in holy matriphony headcanons

ᰔ note. for anyone new here, these headcanons are based off of my gojo x reader long fic series called "in holy matriphony"!! header art by @/3-aem

ihm!gojo woodworks in his free time. he’s building a coffee table right now. he passed out in his workshop last weekend because he accidentally inhaled too many wood stain fumes

ihm!gojo already has a college fund set up for his future kids (he started it when he was 26 lmfao)

ihm!gojo on that note is veeery financially responsible (unlike ihm reader hahaha)

ihm!reader only chose nursing for her post undergrad plans because she dressed up as a nurse once for halloween and it drove choso crazy and that’s basically what she ended up rolling with for the rest of her professional career 👍🏼 (a questionable yet relatable decision)

ihm!gojo’s ex-wife, who shall still remain mostly a mystery, is actually someone he’s known since he was four years old (childhood friends to lovers type beat)

ihm!gojo’s favorite weekend pass times are hanging out with juno, taking his boat out to the lake, and watching SNL

ihm!reader secretly really wants to go for a ride on the lake on ihm!gojo’s boat but she’s spent so much time yelling at him for parking it halfway across her driveway curb that she feels like asking would be damage to her ego

ihm!gojo & ihm!reader were actually veeeeeery civil with one another when they first met, like very sweet neighbors, but then obviously things became sour down the line haha

ihm!gojo eats a generally pretty clean diet other than the occasional takeout on a friday. he PIGS out when he’s sold a house though. also, he’s a massive slut for home baked goods especially if they were made just for him. one time juno brought him a plate of (very burnt) chocolate chip cookies and he damn near cried (it’s the thought that counts)

ihm!gojo became a real estate agent fresh out of college but his actual major in college was entirely unrelated to marketing, sales, or business (shall be revealed later)

ihm!reader was voted prom queen not once but twice when she was in high school and she believes that’s when she peaked in life

ihm!gojo gets sent on business trips to foreign countries pretty often by his brokerage firm to assess new housing markets and he always tries to bring back souvenirs for everyone in the neighborhood (except reader because he once brought her a stuffed animal from the airport in taiwan but he saw her throw it away in her garbage bin on trash day :( …she’s so mean sometimes)

whenever ihm!gojo & ihm!reader have arguments over things, they always vent about it to their neighbors in passing, and reader gets so pissed off when neighbors take gojo’s side because she’s literally lived there her whole life and yet they have the audacity to advocate for HIM

ihm!reader holds a lot of resentment towards her father because he was a heavy smoker for the entirety of his marriage to her mom, and so she suspects the reason her mother has cancer in the first place is because of the secondhand smoke

ihm!gojo is obsessed with avocados. he eats avocado toast everyday. and he makes a meaaaaannn bowl of guac. he only has one avocado tree in his backyard right now but he would like to have a whole farm of them someday

ihm!gojo is really social, he loooves to talk to people and get to know them and ask them for their whole life story even if he just met them like two minutes ago lol, but his actual close knit group of friends is only like 3-4ish guys

ihm!gojo gets frequently invited to his clients’ dinner parties, christmas parties, thanksgiving meals, kids birthday parties etc lmfaooo but he often has to politely decline

ihm!reader’s doctor is very concerned for her symptoms of insomnia (due to her abnormal sleeping schedule from nights shifts) because she already has risk factors for alzheimer's from her mother and insomnia only increases that risk

ihm!reader’s favorite store ever is costco. she wants her ashes to be spread across a costco parking lot

a/n. hope u enjoyed :0 much love!!

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year ago

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— AEMOND TARGARYEN NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — i’m sure this has been done but i personally haven’t read one for aemond so here we are :) this is completely canon aemond (as in non au aem) and if not it’s specified

WARNINGS — 18+ nsfw content, fem!reader, not proofread, mentions of canon typical incest

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

doesn’t really know what aftercare is but is so in love with you he’ll do anything you ask of him. whether it be run you a bath or just hold you for a while he doesn’t mind either way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

idk if this counts as a body part exactly but his hair. aemond doesn’t love his appearance but his hair is something that he’s truly proud of and he loves it! but he loves your smile and your tits. he loves making sly little comments to see your smile and the feeling he gets when he sees a necklace he’d gifted you resting just above your cleavage is unexplainable

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves it when you cum all over his face. he’ll eat you out for hours on end just to have your cum smeared all over the lower half of his face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

like the nasty mf he is, he’s fantasized of sharing you with someone else. whether that be aegon, jace or even daemon he just loves the idea taking you apart like that and knowing that at the end of the day you’re all his

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very experienced. after the, incident, with aegon when he was younger he vowed to save himself for whomever he married. he was happy to have his firsts (or most of) with you. it was worth the wait in his mind

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

whenever you’re riding him. he loves the easy access to your clit and your tits, groping and sucking on them any chance he gets

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if we’re talking canon aemond, he’s very serious. he takes it as a way to show his love but also his dominance in a way. but if we’re talking modern!aemond, he’s mostly goofy. he just loves fucking you no matter what the circumstances are

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not groomed well at all, he’s got a full on bush

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it depends on the circumstances. if he were jealous, it’s all teeth clashing and hips snapping against yours but if it were your wedding night for instance, he’s slow and loving and sweet

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

never did it much, he didn’t see the appeal. he wasn’t usually attracted to any of the women he’d see around but once he met you it was like he couldn’t catch up on all those years that he’d missed before meeting you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking is one of his big ones. and size kink is another

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the shadows in the hallways, he loves the thrill he gets knowing you could get caught. and he swears that you cum harder then rather than when you’re in your shared chambers

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the sight of you wearing any jewelry he’s gifted you, or you using any gift he’s gotten you as well. you doing the little things for him, brushing his hair, braiding it at night, gently taking his eyepatch off

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t think theres much he wouldn’t try at least one time if you wanted to, but no piss kink. it grosses him out and he wants nothing to do with it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving! he gets plenty of pleasure just from pleasing you and if he does get a blowjob he’ll be happy but if not it doesn’t bother him too much

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough, usually. but if you’re alone in your chambers for the night, he’ll take his sweet time tearing you apart

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

kind of obsessed with them, he loves fucking you in the hallways so it kind of has to be quick

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

decently into taking risks, just nothing that’ll hurt you too much or leave any lasting marks on your body

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he lasts a decent amount of time, but he’s hard and ready to go again quickly

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

canon aemond isn’t very into the idea of something else other than him giving you pleasure, that’s his job. but modern aemond? whew that’s a different story

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

aemond doesn’t really tease you too much, but he likes it when you tease him, although he’d never admit it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud, he mostly grunts and groans. trying to keep it down so that he can hear your moans rather than his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

some days he prefers you taking charge and babying him, he feels such a weight taken off his shoulders knowing you’re there for him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s hung, like it’s fucking huge

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

higher than you’d expected, but just above average

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he forces himself to stay awake until he hears your soft snores, he doesn’t like going to sleep knowing you’re still awake

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babyblue711 · 1 year ago

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Surrender

(Modern AU) Aegon II Targaryen x Female!Reader x Aemond Targaryen- Part 3 (Read Part 2 Here) Summary: After things get spicy, you begin to doubt your ability to handle the sexual appetites of these Targaryen brothers after all. Words: 3.8K

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Smut, Language, Alcohol, Threesome, P in V, Anal, Oral, basically everything, very very soft Dom/Sub vibes A/N: As I contemplated what to write in Part 3, I realized that I really just wanted to finish what I started in Part 2! It is not necessary to re-read all of part 2, but would probably be helpful to pick back up here. The last few paragraphs are already included as a refresher (sorry this took me forever to get out y'all). I hope you enjoy! 🔥

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“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 starts slowly 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.”

He says it like a promise, one that brooks no argument, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

Your brain goes into overdrive; what did you get yourself into? Caught up in Aegon’s snare the entire week, now you are questioning if he has somehow masterminded this whole affair; to get you into bed with both of them, to use your body for their own sexual exploitation. The brothers seem so natural around each other in this setting that you can’t help but wonder if they’ve done this before. You didn’t even think to set boundaries with them; you trusted them, you built connections with them, you thought that was enough to keep you safe. However, behind closed doors, their animalistic desires are overtaking their normal gentle natures and they both are easily giving in to their primal needs; you are beginning to feel as though your tryst is quickly spiraling out of control.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out; your thoughts are too clouded from champagne, from exhilaration, from exhaustion, from fear. Your body stops cooperating as Aemond tries to insert another finger into your ass, causing you to yelp in pain and clamp down even more tightly on his thumb. You attempt to wiggle away, but Aegon has you securely locked in his arms as your heart thumps wildly in your chest. Aemond chuckles behind you.

“You’ve never taken a cock in here, have you?” he asks, amused, and you shake your head no, hoping maybe they’ll show you some mercy. He sighs, removing his thumb and gets up from the bed, the soft padding of his footsteps on the hardwood floors tells you that he’s exited the room. Where is he going? Is he done? Is that it? Thoughts race through your mind, but Aegon grips you even tighter, as if expecting you to try to get away now that Aemond isn’t there to block your exit.

Crushing you against him, he leans down to whisper against your lips, “You’re such an animal in bed, I never imagined you’d have a virgin asshole.” He smirks at you and his blue eyes seem to smolder with dark intensity and, before you can think of a response, you feel the bed sink down as Aemond returns.

“Switch me,” Aegon practically growls at Aemond, releasing you from his stronghold to maneuver behind you while Aemond goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. You glance over your shoulder to see Aegon picking up the small bottle that Aemond left behind, snapping open the lid with his thumb.

Recognizing the brand, you immediately know what this bottle contains: lube and it’s obvious what it’s going to be used for. Were you ready for this? You feel as though you are standing on the edge of a precipice and doubt seeps into your mind as you realize their intentions are exceeding what you initially thought you had agreed to. Irrational fear blooms in your chest, constricting your airway, and you lose your head completely, springing up from the bed as soon as Aegon seems distracted by the bottle. With no time to grab clothes, you dash towards the bedroom door, inwardly cursing the vastness of the room in your mind as you go.

“Hey - !” Aegon exclaims, but you don’t stop, don’t look back, the door is an arms length away, you can almost taste freedom as you reach for the handle, you’re almost there, before a strong arm snakes around your chest and yanks you back while covering your mouth with a large hand.

You shriek from shock as Aemond swings you bodily away from the door, but his hand is clamped so hard on your mouth all that comes out is a muffled yelp that nobody else in the house could hope to hear. Your attempts to struggle are quickly subdued by Aemond’s iron grip. Aegon is still on the bed, having not moved a muscle, a devilish grin on his lips as he watches you thrash in Aemond’s arms.

“Going somewhere?” Aemond snarls into your ear as he heaves you back over to the bed, taking hold of your hair at the nape of your neck and twisting your arm behind your back until tears spring into your eyes. Feeling like your arm might snap if pushed any further, you have no choice but to comply as he marches you back over to the bed. Aegon slinks over to the edge where Aemond is holding you tightly; his hot breath pants into your face as he makes a tsk sound with his tongue.

“Now, we don’t want to have to tie you up, babygirl, but if you try to run again, we won’t have a choice,” his voice drips with feigned softness, his eyes are like flints of steel as he boops you on the nose cheerfully like he is doing you a kindness. “It’s up to you if this hurts or not.”

You notice the way his dark eyes drink in your vulnerability, trapped by Aemond. Your throat is exposed by his grip on your hair and your heart thunders in your chest. Without warning, Aegon twists your nipples harshly, and you cry out in pain, back arching, but wetness inexplicably starts to form between your thighs; the thrill of the chase has excited you more than you had even anticipated.

He continues to torment your breasts for a few moments as Aemond’s mouth clamps down on your neck, trailing bite marks to your shoulder. Helpless against their delicious assault, your eyes close and a low moan escapes your lips, until you feel Aegon running a finger through your folds, only to find you wet and wanting.

“I think our sweet girl likes pain,” his voice thrums with excitement when he feels your arousal, his gaze flicking to Aemond who hums low in his chest. With his knee, Aemond widens your stance, allowing Aegon better access to your core as he begins to pleasure your bud with tight, fast circles. Aemond’s cock is rock hard against your hip, precum leaking from the top as he watches what Aegon does to you. Your core clenches with electric intensity and your knees buckle, only Aemond’s hold keeps you upright. You’re almost about to cum again when Aegon notices the flutter of your velvet walls and he withdraws his hand, shaking his head, chuckling.

“Oh no, we can’t let you cum just yet. Aemond, what else should her punishment be for trying to run?” He poses the question to his brother with the air as one might ask about the weather, but his expression is hungry as he watches you pant, still locked in Aemond’s arms.

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” Aemond growls and he moves you to the left of Aegon, releasing you at last and you cry out in relief as pins and needles shoot through your arm as the circulation returns. You don’t have a moment to catch your breath before a strong hand bends you over the bed, holding you down between your shoulder blades and administering a sharp slap to your ass. Face stuffed into the soft bedding, you yelp and try to jerk away from him, but he’s too strong and he slaps you again, harder this time time, so hard you know you’ll have a hand printed bruise on your tender skin.

“Are you ready to behave now?” Aemond commands, deep in his chest, his hand rubbing the stinging skin of your ass. You pant and manage a breathless “yes,” and he releases his hold between your shoulders, but you know better than to move. You feel Aemond running the head of his cock through your dripping folds from behind, grunting in appreciation.

“So wet,” he murmurs appreciatively before roughly inserting himself inside of you, pumping furiously a few times before backing out completely. You groan at the loss of fullness and momentarily confused by his exit until he administers yet another sharp slap, this time right on your throbbing cunt. You cry aloud, knees giving out completely and you almost fall if not for Aegon grasping under your arms and hauling you onto the bed with him.

A wicked smile on his face, Aegon whispers in your ear. “Suck on Aemond’s cock for me, babygirl,” and he shoves you back in Aemond’s direction, who is still standing by the edge of the bed, his thick girth glistening from your arousal.

The brothers' attentions are eliciting the desired response from you, as your sensitive center pulsates and your mind recalibrates toward your own primal desires; you find yourself succumbing to their allure once again; your pupils are blown wide, filled with need, with lust, with longing.

You crawl to Aemond on all fours, face level with his girth and it swings heavily in front of you as he grasps it, tapping it against your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. But you realized that part of the fun is in the refusal, so you keep your mouth tightly shut, instead gazing up at him with big doe eyes, daring him to make you.

His eye narrows as he waits, his patience thin, ready for some more action. But he quickly notices the glint in your eye, realizing your game, but doesn’t play so gently back. He grasps your jaw in a firm grip and squeezes, so you have no choice but to open your mouth and he seizes his opportunity to push forward, a grim smirk on his lips as he watches you swallow his cock, removing his grip on your face so you can open your mouth wider to take him. He grabs you by the hair and pushes deeper, choking you, making your eyes water, barely giving you time to breath before he starts to fuck your mouth. He goes so deep that his pubic hair tickles your nose and you try desperately to breathe while tasting your own arousal on your tongue. Whimpering at his brutal speed, you try your best to take him as best you can without gagging as tears stream from your eyes, but Aemond doesn’t let up.

Simultaneously, Aegon manages to slither in between your legs, pushing your hips down so you are practically sitting on his face as he eats your pussy in the similar manner to the way you are now eating Aemond’s cock. You grip Aemond’s thick girth with one hand, mainly to stop your own suffocation as Aegon’s tongue pushes into your entrance, eliciting a low moan in the back of your throat, causing Aemond to grunt from the vibration. You lose track of time, losing yourself in the pleasure of Aegon devouring you with his tongue while you suck harshly on Aemond’s cock with renewed enthusiasm.

Without warning, another orgasm crashes over you, deep from within, and you grind down onto Aegon’s face as you ride the waves, not caring if you are smothering him. His arms encircle your legs and he holds you tightly, lapping every last drop of your cunt until your legs stop shaking from ecstacy. Aemond watches you unravel with a hungry intensity and, as you come down from your high, he backs his cock out of your mouth.

“We need to reposition,” he commands at Aegon, who emerges from underneath you, panting slightly, his own cock erect against his belly, clearly turned on by giving you so much pleasure. Aegon nods in agreement as Aemond climbs onto the bed and lays on his back right in the center.

“Go ride Aemond’s cock for me, babygirl,” Aegon orders and you whine, still so sensitive from your recent orgasm. You crawl over top of Aemond and he immediately lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your hips down gently to sink onto him. You mewl pathetically as Aemond pulls you flush against his chest, pumping in and out of you slowly. You lick the skin of his neck, peppering him with kisses, softly scraping your teeth against his jaw line as pleasure zings through your core while his thick cock massages your velvet walls.

From behind, you hear the familiar snap of the lube bottle and hear Aegon shuffling over to where you lay on top of Aemond and this time you feel ready to take them both; you need to have them both at once. You moan as you feel a sudden coolness right on your puckered hole and Aegon gets to work, inserting his thumb slowly as Aemond rocks into you from below, grinding against your sensitive bud.

“You’ll need to relax or it’ll only hurt more,” Aemond whispers to you, caressing your face, his demeanor now gentle, the complete opposite of the way he was fucking your mouth just a few short moments ago. You grunt as you feel Aegon insert another finger into your ass, the pressure mounting, as you pant into Aemond’s face and whine.

“Shhh, focus on me,” Aemond whispers before adding, “he’s done this before,” as if to hope to pacify your fears. You bury your face into Aemond’s neck, hands gripping the sheets around his head and groan as you feel Aegon push the head of his cock against your tight hole and slowly, inch by inch, he sinks deeper into your body.

Aemond stills as he waits for Aegon to enter you, murmuring soft words of encouragement in your ear. At last, Aegon is flush against your ass while Aemond is buried deep inside your pussy and you think full is an understatement. Never before had you felt so stuffed as you try to get adjusted to the sensation of both of them inside of you. You’re breathing heavily, face still buried against Aemond’s neck.

“So fucking tight,” Aegon huffs and begins to move languidly, taking his time and not rushing, being more gentle than you had expected him to be. Just as slowly, Aemond starts to thrust in sync with Aegon. After a few moments, their rhythm starts to feel good as you relax and adjust to the exquisite feeling of fullness, letting the pleasure consume you.

Almost as if they share one mind, the brothers pick up the pace at the same time, causing you to moan even louder than you normally do, so overwhelmed by both. They fuck you mercilessly and you feel nothing more than a rag doll, being torn apart by these two apex predators. Working together in tandem, you are overwhelmed by their deep stimulation as tension coils in your belly once more, knowing that this climax will completely be your undoing. You pant and whine loudly without restraint right into Aemond’s ear and soon start mumbling desperate, filthy words, your telltale sign you’re about to cum.

“Cum for us again, you little slut,” Aegon growls, picking up on your cues, hips audibly slapping against your ass with the force of his thrusts and he holds your hips steady with a bruising grip. You can hear his own labored breathing as Aemond pants from below you, his chest is slick with sweat and you slide a bit on top of him as the two men ride you.

You let out a strangled yell when your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave as you’re pounded straight into oblivion; you swear you see stars and your vision goes black. Aemond grunts as your pussy clenches tightly around him like a vice and he continues to furiously chase his own release until his hips stutter and his cock pulsates deep in your pussy just as Aegon finishes with a guttural groan and spills himself deep in your ass.

As the three of you descend from your high, you remain joined for a moment, panting heavily, and utterly spent. Aegon retreats first, pulling his softening cock from your ass and watching his cum leak from your wide hole. You feel him hop off the bed, but you continue to lay and pant on Aemond’s chest, not having the strength to move. Where you once felt so full, you now feel so empty, but also blessedly relieved.

Aemond waits for a moment before gently lifting you off of him and depositing you on the bed where you don’t move, trying to regain your breath, limbs twitching as little jolts of electricity still zing from your core. Double penetration had resulted in the best and longest orgasm of your life; you hadn’t expected the experience to have felt so good, but you knew you would be immensely sore in the morning.

Dimly, you hear the brothers shuffling around the room, talking softly and feeling thankful they are getting ready to leave soon. You must even doze briefly, the sounds of running water in the bathroom almost instantly putting you to sleep. Unexpectedly, a gentle touch rouses you from your half-sleep and you crack an eye open to see it’s Aemond.

“Come with me?” he asks softly and you cannot even summon the energy to move; what does he want now?

“Aemond, I’m too tired,” you try to say but he doesn’t take no for an answer, scooping you up and carrying you towards the bathroom.

In the large jacuzzi tub that dominates your bathroom, a hot bath has been run for you and Aegon is already soaking in the bubbles. Carefully, Aemond sets you down into the water opposite Aegon, and you whimper when the heat hits your soreness. Aemond settles in behind you, cradling you against his chest, and begins to lather you with a sponge.

Aegon watches for a moment before reaching into the water and finding your foot and starts to gently massage. You can't help but moan as you completely unwind under their attentive care. Aemond shifts to rub your neck and shoulders, while Aegon tends to your legs and feet. You hadn’t expected this level of pampering and appreciate their sweet sincerity, even after feeling quite objectified just moments ago.

“Do you feel ok?” Aemond hums gently, his chin on your shoulder as he embraces you from behind.

“Better now,” you murmur, your eyes heavily lidded, soothed by the warmth of the water and their tender care.

“You did such a great job,” Aegon compliments, “Your ass was amazing, Aemond will have to try it out next time,” he continues matter-of-factly.

Next time? Would there be a next time? Did you want to do this again? You are too tired to even contemplate this statement and just let his comment slide as you finish your bath.

Aegon exits your room promptly after drying off from the bath, planting a swift kiss on your forehead before taking his leave, but Aemond opts to spend the night with you. Dressed in only his boxers, he throws back the covers and invites you to cuddle next to him in the bed; you nestle into his chest as he exhales softly against your hair and you fall asleep instantly, awakening the next morning still wrapped in his arms.

The first rays of light are filtering in through the large windows and you can tell by his breathing that Aemond is already awake, though neither of you make an attempt to speak just yet. Groggily, you reflect back on the eventful evening, feeling like it was all one big fever dream, and only the soreness between your legs tells you that it actually really happened. Aemond rubs your side absentmindedly and you stretch like a cat, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your skin.

“I have to leave to catch my flight soon,” he whispers in your ear, kissing your neck gently.

“Hmm,” you murmur, as you scoot your butt back into him, feeling his hard length against your ass. You lift your leg, inviting him in, and his fingertips glide over the slickness of your velvet folds.

It’s all the confirmation he needs as he eases into you slowly as you both lay on your sides. You hiss in pain as your pussy stretches around him, still so sore from the night before, but undeniable pleasure pulses through your core as his cock rubs against the spongy spot deep inside your tight heat. You turn your head to kiss him deeply as he slowly fucks you into another mindblowing peak, his name on your lips when you shatter around him. You never would have used the word “lovemaking” when you were with Aegon, but with Aemond, there wasn’t any other way to describe your morning sex session other than tender, attentive, and loving. Afterwards, when he pulls his softening cock out of you, you find that you ache for the connection again, feeling complete only when he is inside of you.

“I’ll let you know when I get to New York,” he whispers, cradling your face and locking eyes with you for a final, lingering kiss before leaving your room.

You sigh contentedly, remaining in bed, basking in the warmth and comfort, wrapped in the soft sheets. The remnants of his release linger between your thighs, and you know you need to get up to start your day soon since you and Helaena are scheduled to depart for London in a few hours.

Your mind wanders back to Aegon, and a sense of conflict stirs within you. You're torn between the chaotic, exhilarating energy of Aegon and the quieter yet intensely compelling nature of Aemond. Would Aegon feel let down if you chose his brother instead? And what about Aemond—would he be bothered by the notion of being with someone after his brother? He certainly didn’t seem to mind a few moments ago…

What if they desire a repeat of last night's activities? Would that become your new thing?

Your contentment is quickly turning into frustration as you muse over these complicated Targaryen boys who harbor unusual sexual appetites: sharing a mate between them. You have never heard such a thing until now and are rapidly realizing how challenging it will be to resume "normalcy" after your time at the Targaryen family estate.

A/N: I, for one, already feel confident that I'll never feel "normal" after Season 2 of HOTD 🔥 Been down bad for a long time now. Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments are always welcome! 💙

Tags: @rhaenyslay, @elizarbell , @aemondsscar, @peonamay, @cyeco13, @quinnquinn317, @multyfangirl, @myfandomprompts , @thekinslayed, @pandemonium105, @fan-goddess , @vencuyot, @boundlessfantasy @darylandbethfanforever9 @silentwhisper666 @watercolorskyy , @darktrashsoulbear, @gemini-mama

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aemondapologistfrfr · 8 months ago

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Book Club - Pt4

modern!aemond x fem!reader

Previous Parts

Summary: Your relationship continues to grow and so do your feelings for one another. You spend more time together and make it clear that you both care for each other deeply.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, wine, fingering, p in v, unprotected, emo bc i’m emo

Authors Note: nah fr this man has to spend time and $$ keeping his hair looking the way it does and I’m actually jealous

Word Count: 3.9k

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I slowly slip out of the bed, making sure Aemond stays asleep. I make my way to the kitchen and begin pulling out things to make pancakes. I pull the recipe up on my phone and silently pull things out of the pantry and begin to mix the ingredients. I pour the batter into the pan and sit there waiting for anything to happen.

“Of course.” I mutter turning the stove top on. As the batter begins to bubble I flip it and groan that the side is burnt. I let that one finish and try again on the next one and the first side comes out perfect and I groan as the other one side comes out burnt. “Gods..” I sigh ready to try again.

“Turn the heat down.” Aemond hums from behind me and I turn and look up at him with a frown.

“I wanted to do this for you.” I sigh and he pulls me against him.

“Can I help you?” he kisses the top of my head.

“I guess since I ruined it.” I mumble against his chest.

“You didn’t.” he holds me tighter. “Show me the recipe.” I groan as I pull back to hand him my phone. “It’s not your fault they could’ve added better steps.” he tsks setting my phone back on the counter.

“So I couldn’t even pick a good recipe?” I furrow my brows.

“No no,” he cups my cheeks shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.” he pulls me against him. “Come on, let’s make them together.” he smiles down at me and pulls me back over to the stove.

“What do I do?” I frown looking at the pan.

“Turn the heat down a little bit.” his voice soft. I turn the knob and scold myself for not learning basic cooking skills.

“Now?” I look up to him.

“Pour some in the center.” I make my circle and set the spoon back into the batter. His arms wrap around me and I lean back into him while we wait. “When it bubbles like that, flip it.” he hums and I use the spatula and look up to him with a smile at the color.

“How will we know now?” I lean back into him.

“This side is quicker. You can check in a minute or two.” I check the side after a minute and breathe out relieved it still needs to cook. I give it one more peek and smile as it’s perfect.

“Aemond, look.” I turn with the plate and smile widely.

“Good job.” he smiles. I turn back around and try again. He sits on the other side of the counter after the second perfect pancake. I keep going and turn to him after a couple minutes with a full plate. “They look perfect.” he smiles at me and I feel my cheeks heat.

“I hope they taste okay.” I nibble my lip and he gets up and comes to my side and helps me plate them. He offers me syrup and we sit at the counter. “Let me try them first.” I grab his hand looking at him worriedly.

“Whatever you wish.” he smiles at me encouragingly. I take a bite and look at him with a smile. “Are they good?” he watches me nod. He takes a bite and smiles and we continue to finish our plates.

“Thank you for your help.” I pull his lips against mine.

“Of course.” he murmurs against my lips before pulling me against him again. We pull away and begin to clean up the dishes and kitchen before we start our day.

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You: Do you want to go to a midnight release for a book with me? Unless that’s past your bedtime 👀

Aem: What day? I can make an exception and stay up past my bedtime for you.

You: On Friday and aww Aem 🥹 you’re so sweet to me.

Aem: That works. You’ll be here for dinner anyway. What book is it for?

You: One of my fated mate ones that you think is just porn. 🫣

Aem: It is just porn. 🙄

You: You seemed to like it just fine when we were the ones doing it. 🤭

Aem: This is not an over text conversation.

You: 🫢🫡

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“Why don’t you host one of these at your store?” he hums from the driver's seat.

“I don’t want to work after. I want to start reading right away. Gods I’m so excited.” I’m practically bouncing in his passenger seat as he drives us to the store.

“I honestly didn’t know they still did these.” his eyebrows raise as we turn into the gradually filling parking lot.

“I’m so thankful they do. It’s so fun to be surrounded by people who are excited about the same thing as you. And we get to shop for books at night.” I play with the rings on his fingers as he parks.

“I’m sorry I didn't read the book with you.” he turns to me and scrunches his brows.

“No no.” I shake my head. “I just want you here because I like your company and you’re so pretty and I want to hold your hand and give you kisses and buy books with you.” his face gets redder the more I go on.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you treat me.” his words cause me to frown.

“The way you deserve to be treated? Adored? Cared for?” I place kisses across his knuckles.

“I don’t, I..” he shakes his head with flushed cheeks.

“Let’s go buy some books.” I place one last kiss on his palm. We get out of the car and our hands slip into one another. The bookstore is filled with people but it’s not overwhelming. We walk down the main aisle and start looking at all the different sections.

“What do you want to look at?” I hug his side looking up to him.

“Anything you want.” he kisses the top of my head.

“We’re already here for me.” I purse my lips.

“Well there is a book I wanted to look at.” he hums.

“Then lead the way.” I nod smiling.

“I don’t want you to make fun of me.” his words soft and I shake my head looking at him.

“When have I ever?” I scrunch my brows. He sighs leading me into the history section. I stay glued to his side as he looks around for the title. “I didn’t know you were such a nerd.” his head turns to me quickly.

“See?” he says exasperated, starting to pull me out of the section.

“I’m kidding,” I giggle trying to haul him back. He exhales deeply with pink cheeks. “Aemond, I knew you were a nerd, it's not some revelation I just had.” his eye widens and he successfully pulls me out of the history section. “Aemond,” I whine, pulling him back. “Let’s get your history book.” I look up to him trying to hide my smile and he flares his nostrils. He pulls me back into the empty history section and I watch him look around for it. He pulls a book from the shelf and turns to me with a content smile. “I didn’t-“

“Not another word.” he holds my chin and I blink up to him.

“I’m sorry.” I bite my lip trying to suppress my smirk.

“You aren’t.” he hums pursing his lips.

“I can think of a couple ways to make it up to you.” he lets go of my chin and tugs me to get in line to get my book. “Well tell me about your history book while we wait.” I try to pull the book out of his hands and he tightens his grip on it. He glares at me and I pull him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I stayed up late for you and all I get is you teasing me.” he wraps his arms around me pulling me closer.

“You get to hold my hand and kiss me too. Seems like a fair trade?” I tilt my head with a smile. He leans down and I start to close my eyes thinking he’s going to kiss me.

“Only good girls get kisses.” he whispers into my ear and stands back up watching my cheeks flush.

“Aem,” I pout.

“Turn around, the line is moving.” I huff as we start to shuffle up to the register. After we check out we make our way back to his car and I settle into the seat and pull my book out of the bag.

“Look how pretty.” I coo showing him before he starts our drive home. I pull out his book and start to look through it and he groans. Once we get back to his place he grabs the book out of my hand and hauls me out of the car with him. After he seals us inside he turns and looks down at me.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he raises his eyebrow.

“I still think you’re a nerd.” I smile and his eye widens.

“You are in quite the mood tonight.” he shakes his head and starts to pull me down the hall.

“You’re not going to offer me a snack or tea?” I giggle wrapping my fingers around the doorframe as he tugs me past the kitchen.

“I’ll give you something else to put in your mouth to keep you quiet.” his voice low.

“Not even taking me to the library?” I drag my feet pulling him back and he turns, pressing me against the wall.

“What is it that you want tonight because I’m ready to put you over my knees.” he boxes me in with his hands.

“I mean I was gunna read but I like your offer more.” I smirk up at him.

“Then go read.” he steps back and nods me into the library and I frown scrunching my brows.

“But I want-“

“What makes you think you’re getting what you want tonight?” he smiles watching me pout.

“Are you going to read your nerdy history book with me?” he clenches his jaw at my words. I look up at him waiting for his reaction. I step forward and he watches me intently. “No?” I tilt my head looking up at him and he grabs my wrist and tugs me into his room.

“Was it your plan to just tease me all night?” I try to hide the amusement on my face.

“No,” I shake my head, avoiding his gaze.

“If you’re going to lie, at least try to make it convincing.” he tilts my face up to his with his hand.

“I wasn’t teasing you.” I whisper and he starts to chuckle.

“Mm,” he purses his lips. “Want to try one more time?” he smirks, dipping his hand below my skirt. I look up at him with wide eyes knowing he’s- “Where are your panties?” he looks down at me with a dark eye as he slides a finger up my slit. “Do not tell me you forgot them.” his voice low.

“But I did.” my voice breaks as he circles against my bud. He pulls my skirt further up my waist before dipping his fingers into me. “Please.” I softly gasp and he starts to pull off my shirt with his other hand. He removes his fingers from my core and looks down at me. “Aemond please,” I reach out for him.

“Enough,” he says through his teeth and quickly turns me around. He pushes me onto his bed and I start to lift myself up only for his hand to keep me down. I hear him fumble with his clothes and feel the bed dip. I try to turn my head to look at him but he brings his hand from my back up to my head to keep it placed on the bed. “Be a good girl and I might let you come.” I whine at his words as he chuckles.

“Please,” I arch my ass up. He chuckles and slides his hands down my back to pull my skirt further up my waist. I feel him lean back while his fingers dig into the tender flesh of my ass. He spreads my cheeks roughly and I whine, leaning back into his hands. One of his hands comes down hard before he starts to alternate. He lands his hand on me particularly hard and I mewl leaning back into him. He trails a finger down my slit and chuckles.

“Gods, you’re so fucking wet.” he dips a finger into me and I sigh pressing my face into the pillows. “What’s got you so worked up?” he twists his finger and adds another while I whimper pushing back into him. “I asked you a question.” he presses his thumb against my bud and I groan rolling my hips. He lands his other hand on my ass and I clench around his fingers.

“You,” I pant breathlessly. “You, Aemond, please.” I whine reaching back to grab his arm. He starts to push his fingers into me quickly and I claw into his arm. “Yes, please,” my voice breaks as he swirls around my bud. He pulls his fingers out of me and I lift my head up for him to slam into me a moment later. He grabs my hand on his arm and my other one before placing them behind my back as he hammers into me. My face slides against his sheets as he hits a spot that has me seeing stars. He leans over trapping my hands between us.

“Nothing to say?” he chuckles in my ear as he grinds into me slowly. I mumble incoherently into the pillows before his hand buries in my hair turning my head to the side. Small gasps fall from my lips as he slowly pushes into me. I’m being smothered by him and my stomach coils as he continues to whisper into my ear. “I can tell you’re going to come. Ask me nicely and I’ll let you.” his lips press against my neck.

“Aemond,” my breath catches as he starts to move his hips faster. “Aemond please, can I come?” my toes curl as I tremble beneath him. “I’m- Aem, please I’ll be good, please,” pleasure slurred pleas fall from my mouth as my body sits on the edge.

“Come for me.” I fall apart at his words and he lets out soft curses as I pulse around him. “Fuck,” he pants. “Always so good for me.” he spills his pleasure inside of me and collapses on the bed next to me. He pulls me against his chest and smooths my hair back. He leans down and places his lips softly on mine and I cling onto him. He slowly takes my skirt off and my bra and then pulls me back against him. He places kisses across forehead and I hold him tighter.

“Aem,” my voice soft as I pull him down to me. He hums as I hug him closer. I press my lips against his neck and reach up to whisper in his ear. “I still think you’re a nerd.” his fingers dig into my sides. I place a couple more kisses on his neck before laying back down against his chest.

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You: I really want to braid your hair 👀

Aem: I guess I could let you do that.

You: Yay!! I really thought it would take more convincing.

Aem: I’d probably let you do anything you ask.

You: Anything? 🤔

Aem: Within reason, yes.

You: Interesting. I’ll keep that in mind.

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I thought he would be more reserved about me braiding his hair since he seems to keep it so well groomed. He didn’t have an issue showing me all his products and tools although he did seem a little shy. I reassured him that his efforts paid off and he handed me a brush and an elastic with a smile. I have him take a seat in front of the mirror and he watches my movements in the mirror as I remove his eye patch. I begin to untie the previous elastic and slowly run my fingers through his hair.

“Gods, your hair is so beautiful.” I hum watching my fingers glide through it with ease. “It’s so soft and so smooth.” I look at him in the mirror and see his cheeks flushed.

“Thank you.” his voice hushed as he leans back. I forgo the brush and continue to allow my fingers to lightly smooth out the rest of his hair.

“You’re just so ethereal.” I start to part his hair in three sections and begin at the top. He leans back into my hands as I start the plait. I take my time enjoying the silkiness of his hair.

“Your fingers feel divine.” he hums. I continue to place each strand over the last making sure to keep them neat and clean. When I glance up at him he’s already looking and I look away with a smile as I finish up his braid.

“I’d be more than happy to brush your hair everyday.” I place a soft kiss on the back of his head. I place a small elastic at the end of the braid and let it rest over his shoulder. “All done.” I get up and stand in front of him. “You look absolutely perfect.” my eyes roam all over him.

“Thank you.” he nibbles his lip and goes to put his eye patch back on.

“Let me.” I hum and he hands it to me skeptically. I feel his eye on me as I focus on placing it right. “Why do you wear it at home?” I fix a couple of his fly aways and sit back to admire him once more.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he starts to fiddle with his fingers.

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” I tilt my head.

“Because it’s grotesque. It’s scary. It’s-“

“Hey,” I grab his hands in mine with a furrowed brow. “Don’t talk about yourself that way.” he looks at me with a scrunched brow.

“They’re just facts.” he sighs, folding our hands together.

“They are not.” I shake my head. “You have a beautifully sculpted sapphire in its place. I personally,” I tilt his chin to look at me once more. “Think your scar is very attractive.” his eye searches mine.

“You don’t have to say that.” he shakes his head.

“I mean it.” I nod my head. “Gods, Aemond. You literally look like the fantasy princes I read about. The first time I saw you I was speechless. I was sure you knew how handsome you are. The way you carry yourself. Your demeanor. Just, you.” I grab his hands. I wipe the tear that slips from his eye.

“I shouldn’t act like this in front of you.” he scolds himself, sitting back and wiping his face.

“I want you to feel safe and comfortable around me. You can be yourself.” I nod at him and watch his eye look me over.

“It’s not very fantasy prince like of me.” he tries to form a smile but ends up frowning.

“I want you as you are.” I cup his face. “I like you as you are. I lo-“

“Don’t.” his voice breaks. “You don’t have to say that because I’m crying.” he covers my mouth. I slowly pull his hand away and offer him a reassuring smile.

“I want to say it because I mean it. Unless it’s too early or if you don’t feel the same way. Or if I’m being overbearing.” I scrunch my brows suddenly self conscious. I try to control my breathing as the silence grows between us.

“I love you.” his voice is soft and my head snaps up to his.

“I love you.” a smile spreads across my face. I scoot closer and he pulls me into his lap.

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” he hums, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re so beautiful and so sweet to me.” I cling against him and he starts to press his lips against my hairline. “And now you’ve told me you love me.” he sighs, tightening his arms around me.

“I do love you, Aemond.” I press my lips against his chest.

“Gods know why.” he murmurs above me.

“Because you’re smart and thoughtful. You cook me the best meals I’ve ever had and you read books with me. You listen to me ramble on for hours and then take me to your bed and worship me. How could I not love you?” I hum trying to hold him impossibly closer.

“Ever since I was a child I was convinced no one would love me.” his soft words cause my eyes to tear up. I pull back and look at him with watery eyes and pull him into the tightest hug I can. His arms wrap around me and I feel my tears slip down my cheek onto his neck. “Why are you crying?” he hums, rubbing my back.

“Cause I’m sad for baby Aemond.” my hand rests on the nape of his neck.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel bad for me.” he tries to pull back but I cling onto him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I shake my head. “I just, you deserved better, sweet boy.” his arms squeeze against me.

“It’s okay.” he pulls me back and wipes my eyes. “I’m okay.” he nods.

“Tea?” I tilt my head untangling myself from him.

“Wine?” he raises an eyebrow and I nod, pulling him up off the ground with me. He leads us into the kitchen and pulls down two wine glasses. He grabs down a bottle and retrieves his opener. He passes me a glass and walks around the counter with his own. He leads us back out to the couch and we curl up together with our wine. “They made a movie of your favorite book.” he hums, grabbing the remote.

“I know. They actually did a pretty good job.” I lean my head on his shoulder.

“Do you want to watch it? With me?” he’s hovering over the rent button and I nod my head and the open credits begin to play. Our wine glasses slowly empty and we curl up under the blanket. I rest my head against his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.

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“I’m sorry.” Aemond mumbles, kissing my head as I wipe my eyes. He’s carrying me to his room and he sets me on the end of the bed and starts to slip our clothes off. We crawl under the blankets and face each other just taking each other in. He takes his eye patch off and offers me a small smile and I scoot closer. He kisses my forehead and pulls me against his chest. I kiss across his chest before leaning back to look up at him.

“I love you.” I pull him down into a soft kiss.

“I love you.” he murmurs against my lips before we drift off.

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i yell at myself everyday to write more and maybe i’ll actually listen 🥲

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oosleepyfaeoo · 1 year ago

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A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader Chapter Three

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.

Words: 2k A/n: Ok ngl i kinda hate this chapter T^T I've rewrite it so many times and i still don't like it but i think it's better than the other versions. Also the series will be bigger >.> I think i will add 2 or 3 more chapters.

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A huff fell from your lips as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. The moment you saw Aemond’s card, you ran into your office to reread his resume. Desperately to see if you maybe missed something but there was nothing that mentioned the famous Targaryen name.

The Targaryen family is one if not the only, most powerful House in all Westeros. They come from royalty, inherited with old money. You only knew the basics from this ancient family since you didn’t like to read or watch news or drama from celebrities. You think you only heard Aemond’s name once when the news of his relationship with an older woman came out.

Aemond seems a private person so that’s probably why you didn’t hear much about him.

Why would he give his business card if he didn’t want you to know who he was? It didn’t make any sense!

Because he knew I wouldn’t have hired him if I knew the truth before the interview.

You sigh, putting your keys on your door lock and opening it. You were greeted by the sound of your daughter squealing and laughing which made a smile grow on your face.

Putting your bag on a small table beside the front door, you walk into your small but cozy apartment, and you are met by the view of your daughter sitting on the sofa while Aemond sits in front of her on the floor. Letting the small girl play with his long hair.

A giggle fell from your lips as you stared at the ‘beautiful’ hairstyle that your daughter made. One ponytail on the right side of his head, which is held by a hot pink hair tie full of glitter, and two small braids falling on his shoulders.

Emily notices you by the door and jumps in excitement. “Mommy! Look! I tried to do a... val-valryian?” She tried her hardest to say the word but failed which made Aemond chuckle.

“Valyrian.” He corrects her.

“Yes! I tried to make a valyrian hairstyle... but I think it didn’t go well.” She pouts while looking at Aemond’s hair.

You walked to her and gently kissed her head. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.” You took a seat beside her on the sofa. “Did you have fun today?”

Emily nods and smiles. “Yes! We went to the park and ate ice cream there! And then Aem took me to a toy shop and bought me this plushie!” She grabs the green dragon plushie beside her and shows you. “Her name is Vhagar! Aem told me that he once had a BIG lizard named Vhagar so I decided to name it after her.”

“That’s a gorgeous name, Em. Did you thank Aemond for the plushie?” You raise your brow to your daughter as she hugs Vhagar.

The girl nods. “Of course, mommy!”

You smile and pat her head. “Good. Now go clean your toys so we can go eat dinner.”

Emily quickly stood up from the sofa and ran to her room, picking up toys and plushies from the floor on her way there.

Aemond also stood up, pulling down the side ponytail that Emily had done but left the two braids on which were hidden a little by the rest of his hair. He looks down at you and smirks.

“You have a lovely home, Y/n.”

A blush spreads on your cheeks. The way his voice sounds so husky and gentle. His little smirk and the way his eye trails down your form almost made your knees give up.

“Thank you.” You say while folding an orange blanket on the sofa, trying to distract yourself from the handsome man in front of you. “Look Aemond... We need to talk.” You sigh and take a seat on the sofa, Aemond following your lead.

“About?” He asks, frowning in confusion.

You took out his business card from your pocket. “About you being Aemond TARGARYEN! About you coming from a freaking famous and ancient family. And the fact that you left that part out of your resume.” You rest your head in your hands. “Why would you need this job, Aemond?... I doubt it’s because of money.”

He closed his eye and sighed. “I know I should have told you but to be fair, I thought you would notice... You know, the silver hair.” He says while pointing to his hair.

You look down at your hands and let out an embarrassed laugh. “You’re right. I should have noticed that obvious part but in fairness, I rarely watch news or drama.”

He hums in knowledge. “Look, this wasn’t my idea. It was Aegon.” He starts playing with his fingers as his nerves begin to spike up. “I’m in a really bad place right now and my brother thought that if he got me to babysit one of the sweetest kids in the world, it would make me feel better... And I think he was right.”

A smile appears on your lips as a soft smile forms on his thin lips when he talks about Emily. Sighing, you rub your hands together. “Will it be dangerous for Emily if you continue to babysit her?”

Aemond frowns at your words. “Dangerous?”

“Yes, dangerous... Paparazzies, media, etc.” You look into his eye, trying to see if there are any worries that he might be hiding. “I don’t want Emily or me to get unwanted attention.”

Aemond grabs your hand and rubs gently his thumb on your skin. “I swear you and Emily are safe. No media or paparazzi will find you.” He says with a serious face. “I’m a very private person and I have contacts that will keep your life private from the world... so don’t worry, Y/n.”

You nod and sigh in relief. “Okay... Alright, alright.”

The last thing you want right now is an army of paparazzi on your door or following you around and fake stupid stories about you and Emily on the news. You bet Nat would be thrilled and say that you should take this as an opportunity (or take advantage) to grow your business. But of course, you wouldn’t do that. You want your business to flourish on its own and by your work, not by 15 minutes of fame because of Aemond.

His hand squeezes yours gently. Your heart feels like it is going to burst from your chest at the tiny and sweet smile that Aemond gives you. The things you would sacrifice to taste his lips.

For fuck's sake, Y/n. Get a grip!

“All done, mommy!” Emily reappears in the living room, dressed in her pajamas.

You stood up and walked to the kitchen to cook dinner while Emily took a seat beside Aemond, wanting to show him her favorite cartoon show.

After a few minutes, Aemond stood up which made Emily pout. “Well, i think it’s time for me to go.” He leans down and places a kiss on the girl’s head. “See you tomorrow, little princess.”

Emily pouts and grabs his arm. “Please stay a little longer! Eat dinner with us. Mommy is a really good cooker!”

“I don’t want to bother. I-”

“Nonsense! Come, eat with us.” You interrupted him. “I hope you like pasta tho.” You the pot in the middle of the table as Emily went to grab her favorite juice.

Aemond took a seat at the table, humming in pleasure at the amazing smell of your cooking. “I love it.”

From that day, Aemond took the habit of eating dinner with you and Emily. Months go by and you three have got into a healthy routine. You would drive Emily to her school and go to work, and by lunchtime, Aemond would pick her up and take her to the park to play or to his sister’s apartment. Emily and Helaena’s kids become fast friends really quick and at least once a week, Emily goes to spend the night or day with them.

You and Aemond got also close. He would spend a few hours talking to you while drinking wine when Emily was in bed asleep. You two shared some stories from the past, him talking about how he spent the rest of his childhood isolated after the accident when he lost his eye. And you about how hard was to be a single mother at a young age, how Emily’s father just disappeared after her birth and never tried to know or pay child support.

Aemond was quite angry with your ex’s choice of actions, which was understandable, saying if he ever saw that bastard, he would show your ex the consequences of being an irresponsible bastard.

As days pass, you find yourself falling and falling for your daughter's babysitter. You can’t help but feel attracted to him. Aemond was everything a woman would want in a man. Handsome, charming, smart, and good with kids.

Your thoughts are always on him, and your dreams are plagued by his lips and hands. You know that you and he would never work, since both of you are from different worlds. Him being literally from royalty and you are just a simple common woman with a cute bakery.

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“And then, me and Vhagar would fly away and explore the world!” Emily finishes her tale while showing Aemond her plushie dragon that was ‘flying’ in her hands.

Aemond just picked her up from school and took her to the park since it was a lovely day and she also begged him to go.

Aemond chuckles and gives her a sipping cup of apple juice. “And what about mommy and me? Would you leave us behind?” He faked a pout which made the girl’s eyes wide in surprise.

“Of course not! I would take you both with me!” She takes a sip of her juice and then grins at him. “We would fly to Dragonstone so you and Mommy could marry like the old Valyrian people did!”

Aemond almost chokes on his water. “W-What?” He coughs, trying to breathe normally.

Emily gives him a side-eye. “Oh please. I know you and Mommy like each other.” She takes another sip from her juice while Aemond just looks at her in shock. “You two are always sending weird looks to each other. And I heard Aegon saying that you are always eating mommy with your gaze... I don’t know what that means, but it must be good.”

“Emily!” Aemond was now red as a tomato. That’s it! That’s the last time he lets Aegon hang around with him while Emily is there.

The girl just shrugs. “Mommy likes you too, you know... I’ve never seen her so happy since you both met.” She gives her cup to Aemond and jumps down from the bench. “You should ask Mommy for a date!”

And with that, she runs off to the swings to play with the other kids in the park. Aemond just stood there with a cup of apple juice in his hand, his eye wide in shock at the small girl's words. She sounded so comfortable with the idea of him and you married.

Sighing, he puts the sipping cup on the bag and then looks back to where Emily was playing.

“Maybe the kid is right.”

#modern aemond #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond imagine #aemond fanfiction #aemond fluff #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #masterlist #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd fandom

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catenary-chad · 4 months ago

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Electra headcanons part 2: mostly random pointless stuff this time. How human vs train they are varies wildly. I have a lot of weird contrarian takes I explain in the first part here but the shortest explanation is that the 2013 tour videos are generally my starting point and I expand on things with heavy irl train context.

-their ire for older equipment is pretty much limited to diesel and steam engines. This is because the former is a dirty stopgap solution with surprisingly heavy links to the auto industry that has absolutely dominated the US since after WWII and shuts down valid economic arguments for electrification with short-sighted complaints. The latter just won the propaganda war despite being proven losers, and tends to overshadow if not outright erase electric history from their time. These same factors also exist in the UK to lesser degrees. Basically it’s a very political thing in a way that other old equipment isn’t.

-Electra is generally fine with old coaches and freight though. I think there’s actually more respect for elders among electric trains vs other traction because of how long they can last, especially if you’re talking the US circa the 70s-80s where there were still a ton of 50+ year old boxcabs and EMUs. Electra would definitely prefer somewhat newer (30s-on) lightweight coaches vs really old heavyweight ones for speed purposes, but it’s not a deal killer.

-they do try and egg old coaches (and even freight and other engines) into getting makeovers for PR purposes because if you’re going to be a sad old commuter train, pretty colors slapped on top go a long way. “We have better paints now you don’t have to be dark brown/green/maroon”. See the New Haven Railroad, early Amtrak, and low-cost trains in France and Sweden, where painting oooold equipment fun colors made it more endearing.

-Electra cares a lot about PR and marketing in general and usually has a good eye for it as long as they don’t try too hard. They’re good at casually making things look or sound cool but when they make a concerted argument they tend to come off strong and overly hostile and turn people off.

-Related to the part about how old many electric trains are: they were raised by the equivalent of a grandparent, due to the previous “parent generation” of electric locomotives being dysfunctional. This goes for both “GG1 successor” 80s Electra or “AEM-7 sucessor” more modern Electra. Electric trains have unusually long “generation lengths” to begin with and it’s not rare to be raised by someone that old, but it’s usually not exclusively so.

-Because of that, Electra actually has some weirdly antiquated tendencies that pop out. Like calling car drivers “Moloch worshippers”, wanting interurbans to come back, and being unusually fond of 20s-30s era jazz for their age (80s era). Or being way too into ABBA deep cuts and familiar with 70s-80s politics and pop culture that time forgot, like a literal “30 year old boomer” (modern). I think Electra of any era likes old amusement parks (ala Coney Island) because of their heavy links to trolleys

-They made up a zodiac system based on transmission towers.

-Their favorite instrument is “hijacked stepper motor” and they think all random consumer electronics should be able to play a cute little song when ready/done

-I think they feel weirdly safe in enclosed spaces because larger/combustion engines can’t get in there (without smothering anyone and/or getting escorted out). A piece of them also kind of yearns for the mines…

-hazardously close to being an elevator enthusiast. hazardously close to being a fire alarm enthusiast too. I’m on the fence about whether I see them as autistic or not because I don’t really see them having sensory issues and there’s another explanation for traits they have. They just have inherent reasons to care about mundane urban/electrical infrastructure because they depend on it so much, and were isolated during their equivalent of childhood and are socially weird because of that.

-Unlike many others I don’t see Electra as terribly anxious, just socially clunky, but I think they flee when they sense physical danger. They’re a bit more European-style vs most of the cast and operate more on the “avoid incidents all together” mindset. When it comes to words though, they’re a lot more confrontational. I feel like Electra can really enjoy arguing and yelling at people. It can even be weirdly easy to get through to them that way if you hit them with hard numbers.

-In a similar vein, I feel like they’re broadly very forgiving. It’s easy to make them hate you but just as easy to flip them back, unless you’re Robert Moses or General Motors. People laugh at them going from bitter rivals to hugging other characters in the megamix but I’ve known people like that irl.

-They tend to understand counterintuitive things but get frustrated by more conventional/straightforward ones. And likewise get frustrated when others are the exact opposite.

-Surprisingly not awful as a deserted island/camping buddy since they can learn the basic skills reasonably well… they just eat way more than people expect and oops you run out of granola bars two days in. You really don’t want to be too far from a convenience store or even vending machine with Electra because they get faint and weak FAST after getting hungry (and can’t just eat extra beforehand or they’ll also feel miserable)

-barely capable of cooking, prefers to eat out or minimal-prep stuff. Would have been the target audience for Gerber Singles and have no shame because “it’s efficient and glass is recyclable”

-I always imagine a more human Electra/Components living in one of those unrealistically large sitcom apartments in some ambiguous large city

-On a related note to the above, I think they have a notable communal streak. A lot of electric trains do as a reflection of how they share a power supply and are heavily associated with left-leaning economic politics. Electra will just grab food off your plate and treat all shelves as shared until stated otherwise, and doesn’t mind at all if you do the same.

-I don’t really see trains as having much of a “child” phase outside of commissioning/testing, but I think a more human Electra would be good at entertaining (and even teaching) kids. Awful as an actual parent and maintaining any kind of order, and I wouldn’t even let them be a babysitter or you might get the house burned down. But they have an almost endless tolerance to a lot of annoying kid stuff, like bright, obnoxious things, and will play silly games with them for hours if needed. I think they’d have a weird knack for making unapproachable and “pretentious” things weirdly easy to understand, and could get most kids engaged with taking apart busted appliances, Balkan folk music and free jazz, and early 20th century abstract art because they can explain it and break it down in approachable ways.

-I think they would be at least mildly enthused by maps. There’s just a weirdly heavy overlap between that and electric/transit oriented railfans. Bold and well-designed subway maps are their favorite.

-Electra likes roller coasters but REALLY likes intense, European-style spinning rides because they’re a lot more forceful. But not as much as Krupp, who is the kind of guy who will just ride the Gravitron/Rotor all day if not stopped.

-I’ll vary a bit on basis but toothpaste/80s era Electra is a DC-motored engine no matter how I slice it and thus runs surprisingly hot and is more comfortable in cold than hot weather. They have more issues with heat with age as their traction motors wear out. In a more human verse, it still works out this way because I have them short and thick, they make a lot of heat but aren’t built to shed it well.

-Human Electra is small and cute enough to pass as a kid until about their 30s. They have exploited this to get discounts plenty of times.

-They’re also generic enough looking dressed down and without makeup that it’s deceptively easy to lose them in a city.

-In my mind and probably my mind alone (because I base their proportions on EMD E-units vs “typical larger European electric loco” more than casting conventions) Electra and Greaseball are similarish size-wise going around, but NOT vertically. Greaseball could just about wear a lot of Electra’s clothes… but they all turn into crop tops and capris on him because he’s so much longer, especially in the torso.

-Electra’s natural speaking voice isn’t very high and actually sounds like a somewhat smoother, lighter version of Greaseball’s. They just talk higher for various PR reasons but will flip between the two as desired.

-Electra and the Components have a communal trainset that’s a bizarre hodgepodge of whatever electric models Electra could buy and all their various other interests all smashed onto one fictional, isolationist, highly mountainous tropical island. It’s got wacky animals, an elaborate military base, elaborate ice caves/mines, a detailed economy, and public referendums on what color to paint the lightly used cast-off trains they bought from de-electrified lines in the US. They have extended lore for it and roleplay as government officials complete with stupid hats and unreasonable numbers of military medals. Greaseball and the Nationals come over to roleplay as ambassadors from other countries.

#stex #starlight express #my headcanons

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years ago

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emma falls in love | aem. targaryen

Description: You are the biggest swiftie in world. After finding out that Taylor's having a show in town - you line up immediately. Minor problem - your enemy is the only person to secure tickets and he has one condition. Date him.

Author's Note: Got the idea from @ilikeitbetterangsty thank you for letting me have this 😭

You had a certain pull in your body - a magnetic force that lured any person deeper, until they are forced to be your friend. Aemond was the only one immune to your charms - he found you too annoying for his liking. "Did you get tickets?" Rhaena peeked over your shoulder.

"I'm 10,293 in line." you stared back at her, already feeling the migraine begin to form at the back of your mind. "How about you?" you turned to look at the twins. Baela was the first to close her laptop loudly. "No email." she responded with a sigh. "Same with me," Rhaena agreed, moving closer to your side of the bed.

You were their only hope now.

"Helaena got ones in advance," Baela groaned - closing her phone and throwing it across the room. "How?" Rhaena's eyebrows merged into each other. "Daddy's connections," she rolled her eyes - heck, the only reason they didn't use Daemon to secure tickets was because he played John Mayer one Sunday afternoon.

"Unfair," you sighed, eyes widening because the internet connection began to fade away. "What's going on?" Baela moved towards your desktop - tapping the CPU in an aggressive attempt to make the internet work. "Gently. Shit. I forgot to pay for wifi," you scratched the back of your neck - feeling the frustration begin to pool.

"Come on, bitch." Baela pretended to die slowly. Taylor was all of your lifelines. "Looks like we're not going to the tour. Unless, we convince Mr. Targaryen to buy us some from the scalpers." you suggested, knowing that the girls' dad was loaded.

Daemon Targaryen basically owned half of Dragonview - the other half belonged to his equally chivalrous brother, Viserys Targaryen. It was going to be a piece of cake - the twins just had to swallow their pride in order to enjoy a better concert.

"Nah, I had a full blown debate with him the other day. I'm not paying for the concert using his dirty John Mayer scented money." Baela raised her arms in mock surrender. There were other means to attend the concert - one of them included sleeping with someone.

"Don't worry girls, we'll find a way." you smiled.

"I know someone who got tickets," Jacaerys sat beside you in the bleachers, his hoodie was raised - covering half of his face while he gobbled down the sandwiches that his mom made him. "Who?" you were quick to inquire - seeing that you were desperate to see Taylor's shadow. Fuck, you'd pay a lot of money to even see a strand of her hair at this point. "You won't like it," he grinned.

There was a lot of tension between his mother and his step-grandmother. They'd always give each other the cold shoulder when it came to family reunions. Surprisingly, the kids got together well. Jacaerys and Aemond were the closest. "You wouldn't be telling me unless I have an actual chance to get the tickets," you crossed your arms - glaring at him.

"Aemond. Has. Tickets." he enunciated ever word, before taking a bite of his sandwich. "Son of a bitch!" you cursed - and he began to laugh. "Okay but - he told me that he bought twelve tickets and he has 9 available ones." he shrugged, seeing the way your eyes began to glimmer with lust.

Lust over concert tickets.

"Thank you. I will get those tickets." you stood up, bolting to the direction of the school building - leaving your lunch on the chair. Your mom was going to kill you for leaving the tupperware - but it was going to be worth it. Anything for you Taylor Swift.

God, you hated the way Taylor made you do things.

After finding out that Aemond had tickets to see the concert, you decided to sit beside him during Chemistry. "Are you a big fan of Taylor?" you leaned in his direction, shoulders brushing with his. "What?" his eyebrows merged into each other, not bothering to turn to your direction - but listening to everything you say.

"Jace told me that you got tickets." you repeated.

That was the moment he turned to look at you - his smirk deepened seeing those wide eyes of yours - anticipating his every move. "Yep," he popped the 'p' in the word. What would you do for a ticket?

"Can I buy some?" you asked in a low whisper - praying that Sir Criston wouldn't catch you chatting with his favorite student. "They're not for sale, pumpkin." he snorted - amused by how desperate you were. Oh, all those tickets were for close friends only.

"Come on, I'll do anything." you moved closer to his body - close enough to the point that your lips were almost nibbling his ear. "Anything is a very tricky word," he rolled his eyes, writing down notes in his notebook. "- you shouldn't use it." he warned.

A silent groan escapes your mouth.

"But I really mean it!" your voice raised by a decibel. The bell began to rang - signaling the end of the class. He stared deep into your eyes - gaze trailing back and forth between your lips and your orbs. He bites his lower lip. Plan in mind. "I'll think about it - meet me in the yogurt shop, after school." he smirked - before walking away.

6 PM, standing alone in a yogurt shop.

"There's no such thing as fashionably late," you rolled your eyes - feeling his figure sit down beside you. "Apologies," he muttered sarcastically - settling a yogurt ice cream beside you. Chocolate.

"So, why did we have to meet here?" you inquired, left hand in your pocket and playing with the wad of cash that you assumed he'd ask for. "I wanted you to be prepared." he answered cryptically.

"Name your price." you turned to look at him.

"It doesn't have a price." he responded with a stoic face. "I need your help - and if you agree with me. I'll promise to give you three tickets." he held up three fingers to enunciate his proposal. "What is it?" your eyes narrowed - hopefully nothing too tough.

"Be my girlfriend for three days."

"Even during the concert?"

"Yes."

BAELA TARGARYEN, RHAENA TARGARYEN, Y/N L/N | MAIN GC | THE REAL ONES | NO BITCHES RAHH |

Y/N L/N I'm gonna regret this but I got the tickets 💀

BAELA TARGARYEN How much did he ask for? I'll venmo u

Y/N L/N He didn't make me pay but he's asking something from me...

RHAENA TARGARYEN what...? like sell ur soul kinda thing he always kinda look witchy ngl BAELA TARGARYEN LMAO 😭

Y/N L/N He asked me to be his gf for 3 days 💀😭 pray for me sisters

RHAENA TARGARYEN who would've thought that mr. meanie had these feelings for you heheheheeheheh 😛 BAELA TARGARYEN This is some wattpad shit prayer reveal sis 🛐 RHAENA TARGARYEN But you agreed tho?

Y/N L/N hell yeah! those were taylor ticketz

BAELA TARGARYEN Mood RHAENA TARGARYEN respect sis 🫡 but we will venmo u $490 each 😭

seen by you and, baela targaryen...

(DAY ONE - PDA)

Your mother always told you the first day of a relationship was always going to be amazing. Normally, the couples want each other to believe that they are free of sins - perfect without any flaw. But that's not real - relationships cannot be perfect - but she didn't warn you about fake relationships? Why would someone make an effort on something that wasn't real?

"Good morning ma'am," Aemond smiled at your mother, helping her carry your lunch inside his car. "Who is this young man?" your mother's eyes narrowed, eyes trailing back and forth between you and Aemond. "He's a friend," you answered - glaring at him.

You were only supposed to date for three days - but the damage that he wanted to make was going to last longer than that. "Alright, I best not keep the both of you waiting - you'll be late for class again." your mother sighed, eyes twinkling as she sees Aemond open the door for you. "Thank you," you mumbled - he placed a hand on top of your head - making sure that your head wouldn't bump the roof of the car.

"I'll bring her home at six, ma'am." he smiled, walking around to the driver's door. A sigh escapes your mouth. Fuck him.

---

You weren't completely oblivious to Aemond's reputation. You were aware that everyone had a crush on him - the juniors wouldn't stop talking about how 'hot' he was. And honestly, you didn't get the hype.

"It's not nice to eat alone," he landed his ass on the chair parallel yours. "I'm not alone, my friends are ten minutes away." you responded - already feeling everyone's gazes fixed upon you. "-but they're not here." he smirked, taking a bite of his sushi.

"Well the point is, I'm not alone." you scoffed. "I have a question anyways." you stopped chewing for a second. Watching as his eyebrows merged into each other. His single pupil dilated. "What?" he inquired. He didn't expect you to ask any questions. "Why are you doing this?" you whispered.

Did he have no friends? Why did he have to pay someone to be his girlfriend? Why did he choose you? Why did he buy that many tickets? A lot of questions were pounding your head.

He bit his lower lip - smiling for a split second.

"Because I like you."

BAELA TARGARYEN, RHAENA TARGARYEN, Y/N L/N | MAIN GC | THE REAL ONES | NO BITCHES RAHH

Y/N L/N I asked him why he chose me and he said "bcs i like u" LIKE WTF???

RHAENA TARGARYEN Bruh y u blushing

Y/N L/N Bcs it was hella weird 😭 I thought he hated me

BAELA TARGARYEN Tbh everyone knows that he likes you (in our house) i think uncle vis knows ur name too 💀😭 RHAENA TARGARYEN That's real tho 100%

rhaena targaryen changed your nickname to 'mrs. aemond'

Y/N L/N Kill urself byee stopp

you changed rhaena targaryen's nickname to 'mrs. garmund'

Y/N L/N girl has a crush on her step-grandmother's nephew??

BAELA TARGARYEN Help me step-uncle, i'm stuck 🤤 RHAENA TARGARYEN Baela i thought you was on my side 😭

(DAY TWO - IT GETS REAL)

ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) Did you really mean it?

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) what do you mean?

ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) That you like me

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) don't you believe me?

Aemond smiled seeing your figure walk past him. It was free period - and all of the students were gathering on the school grounds. "Thank god for Taylor Swift," he mumbled to himself while adjusting his uniform. He knew that it was partly wrong to ask this from you - but he still would've given you the tickets if you denied.

Actually, he assumed that you'd deny. His gaze returns to the book on his lap. He could still remember the day he fell in love.

It was a chilly winter - just after the kids stopped going to school, but the parents still had work. Aemond was left inside a daycare, one that wasn't known for taking great care in their kids. He was frustrated. Five years old, and his parents still brought him to daycare? "Watch where you're going," a little girl rolls her eyes, shoving him away from her body.

"Excuse me?" he turned sassily. No one talks to a Targaryen that way.

"You're in my way," she crossed her arms, and he couldn't help the scoff that came out of his lips. "You can say it nicely, you know that?" he responded, never the one to back down from a fight.

"To be honest, I didn't expect anything from an Isisaurus lookalike." he chuckled to himself, and the pout on her lips began to deepen. "What's that?" she inquired and he scoffed one more time - mocking her slightly. "A dinosaur. You look like a dinosaur." he laughed.

Mayhaps the start of your friendship was a little shitty. But you grew into the closest of friends that Winter break. He even welcomed you inside his house for a playdate.

Until suddenly, he stops.

He stops seeing you, but he doesn't stop adoring and respecting you. To him - you're the kind of book that he can't put down.

He stops sending you letters - he stops attending the daycare. He stops existing in your world. And when the winter break ended, he barely acknowledged you in school. A sign escapes his mouth - unable to focus on the book at hand. He felt bad for ignoring you - he assumed that you'd hate him after he lost his eye. The other kids at school bullied him anyways.

The friendship that you treasured and built for a few weeks, came crumbling down and the both of you turned into enemies.

"There's a difference between reading and staring at the words." you hummed, sitting beside him and opening your ice cream bar. "I don't think that you know how to read," he teased, still staring at the book.

"Whatever - I need your help for something." you smiled, thinking that it was best not to get on his nerves. "What?" he asked.

"I need your help getting into a restaurant."

---

A chuckle escapes his mouth seeing the big smile on your face. "Why were you banned here anyways?" he frowned, cutting the meat into small pieces and putting them on the grill. "The owner thought it was unfair that I was eating to much, which is bullshit because it's an eat all you can." you rolled your eyes, swirling the cooked meat on the cheese fondue. "- and you needed me here, because?" he asked.

"Your dad owns everything, they're not going to deny Viserys Targaryen's daughter-in-law." you smiled and another laugh escapes his mouth. "Don't be too cocky, pumpkin - deal ends tomorrow." he tapped your chin, placing the vegetables on your plate.

"Anyhow, did you but your outfit for tomorrow?" he inquired, knowing that Helaena spent the entire day looking for hers. "Yep, I'm going as T-Swizzle." you informed. "How about you?" you ask.

"I don't have an outfit - Helaena told me that the only people allowed to wear are the girls, gays and theys." he placed a slab of meat on your plate. He felt full just seeing you eat.

"And she's right." you smirked.

"What is this thing called again?" he stared at the restaurant. "Samgyupsal," you informed.

---

After eating in the restaurant, he offered to bike around town - to get rid of the calories. "Knock knock?" he asked, following behind you in a slow pace. "Who's there?" you turned to look at him, before returning your gaze back to the road ahead. "Tank," he replied.

"Tank who?"

"You're welcome." he laughed at his own joke. You rolled your eyes. "Haha that's funny, but I have a better one." you argued, easily navigating the sharp corner.

"Okay - okay. Knock knock?"

"Who's there?"

"Kanga,"

"Kanga who?"

"It's actually kangaroo." you laughed at yourself, and he pretended to have no reaction. "That's the most copy pasted joke ever," he tried to keep a straight face - but ultimately he ends up laughing (not because of the joke but because of your laughter). He stops the bike for a moment - attempting to regain his composure.

"It wasn't that funny," you laughed, stopping your bike and walking towards him. "Stop laughing." his face turned red with too much joy.

"I'm not!"

(DAY THREE - CAN THIS BE A REAL THING?)

"I'm so ready for this!" Baela screamed, staring at the LED display in front of her. You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you - than I was at 16 lost in a film scene. You couldn't help but blush at the feel of Aemond's arms around your shoulders. Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing. I'm lost in the lights. Ahhh.

You turned slightly in his direction.

Eyes interlocking with his.

American glory faded before me. Now I'm feeling hopeless. Ripped up my prom dress. Running through rose thorns. I saw the score board and ran for my life. Ahhh.

"Are you having fun?" he whispered in your ear, seeing the childish glimmer in your eyes. "Yeah," you smiled - leaning deeper into his touch. You weren't even sure if this was pretend anymore.

It's you and me, that's my whole world. They whisper in the hallway, she's a bad, bad girl. "The whole school is rolling their eyes, you play stupid games. You win stupid prices." Rhaena belted out - sing screaming all of the lyrics. Your eyes interlocked with each other - somehow the lyrics made sense for the both of you.

This entire thing was a stupid thing right? A stupid game.

It's you and me, there's nothing like this. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince.

His grip tightened around your shoulders - seeing your body tense with every word that flows out of Taylor's mouth. He moves his body closer to yours - pressing a soft kiss to your head. You could already feel Baela side-eyeing you.

(DAY FOUR - THE AFTERMATH)

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) You free today?

MY ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) always.

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) No more pretending this time. let's be real

MY ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) yes

@mizfortuna @bellstwd @nyctophilic0vitnir @pearlstiare @fan-goddess

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #the one eyed prince #aemond targaryen social media au #aemond targaryen modern #modern au

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i like talking about myself so here is some info about me yippee (please comment i like talking about myself)

names achilles ♰ adonis ♰ aeris ♰ april ♰ ash ♰ astrid ♰ atlas ♰ august ♰ benji ♰ blanche ♰ bug ♰ buffy ♰ casper ♰ charlie ♰ cosmo ♰ cyrus ♰ dorian ♰ dylan ♰ ebony ♰ ellio ♰ elliot ♰ elias ♰ erebos ♰ eros ♰ ez ♰ ezra ♰ herald ♰ hex ♰ hypnos ♰ jace ♰ jasper ♰ jesper ♰ jinx ♰ jules ♰ julian ♰ jupiter ♰ kaz ♰ kieran ♰ kit ♰ leo ♰ lilac ♰ loki ♰ luci ♰ lucifer ♰ magnus ♰ mark ♰ moth ♰ mylo ♰ noah ♰ nyx ♰ nyxie ♰ ocean ♰ orion ♰ orpheus ♰ powder ♰ raine ♰ river ♰ sal ♰ saturn ♰ scythe ♰ seraph ♰ simon ♰ solar ♰ soren ♰ star ♰ trixie ♰ ty ♰ val ♰ valentine ♰ velvet ♰ viktor ♰ vincent ♰ vinc ♰ vixen ♰ wren ♰ zero

pronouns ae/aem ♰ angel/angels ♰ any neopronouns ♰ arcane/arcanes ♰ ask ♰ bite/bites ♰ bloo/blood ♰ bomb/bombs ♰ bug/bugs ♰ claw/claws ♰ cloud/clouds ♰ coffin/coffins ♰ cyborg/cyborgs ♰ doll/dolls ♰ evil/evils ♰ eye/eyes ♰ fae/faer ♰ faith/faiths ♰ fang/fangs ♰ ghost/ghosts ♰ gli/glitch ♰ gore/gore ♰ grave/graves ♰ he/him ♰ hell/hells ♰ hex/hexs ♰ hy/hym ♰ it/its ♰ lilac/lilacs ♰ love/luvs ♰ lust/lusts ♰ magic/magics ♰ moon/moons ♰ nightmare/nightmares ♰ no pronouns ♰ note/notes ♰ planet/planets ♰ plague/plagues ♰ pup/pups ♰ robot/robots ♰ rot/rots ♰ shade/shades ♰ song/songs ♰ spell/spells ♰ star/stars ♰ they/them ♰ tide/tides ♰ trick/tricks ♰ vam/vamp ♰ virus/virus' ♰ xe/xem ♰ xe/xyr ♰ zombie/zombies

sys role host ♰ multifictive ♰ symptom holder ♰ trauma holder

xenogenders angelstar ♰ angelvamp ♰ canidevolin ♰ catgender ♰ clingypupgender ♰ cryptidboy ♰ deathgender ♰ falsegodeic ♰ faygender ♰ genderalien ♰ genderfluid ♰ genderlien ♰ horrorangel ♰ magicgender ♰ namefluid ♰ pupgender ♰ robotmasc ♰ sadangelic ♰ sharkgender ♰ sharktransmasc ♰ terroric ♰ transmasc ♰ transgender ♰ unholyrotic ♰ vampiregender ♰ xenofluid

sexuality asexual ♰ demiromantic ♰ panromantic ♰ polyamorous

interests / likes all for the game ♰ arcane ♰ bpd ♰ greek mythology ♰ history ♰ horror ♰ marauders ♰ music ♰ percy jackson ♰ psychology ♰ sharks ♰ shameless ♰ true crime ♰ writing

boundaries yes source talk. nicknames no nsfw. ask dms. if close flirting. touch.

birthday 6 may

favourite films harry potter ♰ spiderverse ♰ jane eyre ♰ little women ♰ the wizard of oz ♰ stand by me ♰ the goonies ♰ corpse bride ♰ the lost boys ♰ coraline ♰ the nightmare before christmas ♰ die hard

favourite shows percy jackson and the olympians ♰ the vampire diaries ♰ american horror story ♰ a good girl's guide to murder ♰ the dragon prince ♰ buffy the vampire slayer ♰ the walking dead ♰ pretty little liars ♰ shameless ♰ heartstopper ♰ arcane

favourite artists conan gray ♰ olivia rodrigo ♰ the smiths ♰ the cranberries ♰ nirvana ♰ david bowie ♰ the beatles ♰ queen ♰ the rolling stones ♰ cavetown ♰ beabadoobee ♰ green day ♰ radiohead ♰ my chemical romance ♰ sabrina carpenter

favourite books all for the game ♰ harry potter ♰ riordanverse ♰ grishaverse ♰ a good girl's guide to murder ♰ the folk of the air ♰ hell followed with us ♰ the song of achilles ♰ they both die at the end ♰ jane eyre ♰ how it all blew up ♰ a series of unfortunate events ♰ shadowhunters ♰ red, white, and royal blue ♰ the hunger games ♰ the 100 ♰ heartstopper ♰ the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

phobias arachnophobia (fear of spiders) ♰ acrophobia (fear of heights) ♰ hemophobia (fear of blood) ♰ claustrophobia (fear of small spaces) ♰ atychiphobia (fear of failure) ♰ autophobia (fear of abandonment)

illnesses / disorders / idk man bpd ♰ bipolar ii ♰ anxiety ♰ ptsd ♰ ocd ♰ adhd ♰ autism ♰ pots ♰ epilepsy ♰ gluten intolerance ♰ aspd traits / suspected aspd ♰ suspected hpd ♰ npd traits / suspected npd ♰ did

literally me

top andrew minyard, elena gilbert, neil perry middle james potter, violet harmon, lydia deetz bottom buffy summers, nancy wheeler, evan rosier

dni endos. transphobes. terfs. racists. proshippers. cringe cops. nsfw (im a minor ty). you think pwPDs are evil. basic dni.

byf i am mentally ill and i do indeed talk about it. i joke about my trauma a LOT. i am a MINOR don't be weird. i reclaim slurs.

aesthetics i rotate through whoa dark academia ♰ fairy grunge ♰ romantic goth ♰ 2000s emo ♰ vampirecore ♰ horror angel ♰ coquette (dark not trad) ♰ post-apocalyptic glam ♰ nightmare nymphet ♰ trauma but make it fashion ♰ dead but still hot ♰ teenage dirtbag ♰ corrupted angel ♰ gorecore ♰ dying victorian child ♰ last girl in a horror film ♰ greek gods but make it even more gay ♰ rotten doll ♰ emo fairy

core beliefs mawahahaha gender is fake but i’m real ♰ if i say i’m god, just go with it ♰ cringe is dead. rot in peace ♰ vampires are trans-coded ♰ trauma builds character (i’m literally a main character) ♰ if you think i’m dramatic, you’re correct ♰ trans rights are human rights ♰ the first three seasons of ahs are the best ones

my kinda weird typing style ig i use caps sometimes when im excited or yelling ♰ lots of emojis if im comfy ♰ i overuse <3 and :3 ♰ i talk in third person sometimes

random facts ig??

i love using :3 i will use it constantly

@allornothingalways-blog is my shitty mental health blog / where i talk about my disorders

i am audhd and i loveeeee talking about my interests. i will not shut up

endos dni. didosdd is a disorder caused by trauma. you cannot have a TRAUMATIC disorder without trauma. thank you.

i have epilepsy and i like to talk about it

my gf is the loml and @sh4rkonesie is the somewhat platonic loml (no i dont know wtf our relationship is)

i love writing!!! and cosplaying!!!

i <3 userboxes they're awesome

i have low/no empathy so please keep that in mind

i dissociate a LOT so if i forget something?? it's not my fault

i am a syshost + a multific and no i cannot control my sources. no i do not defend the creator of harry potter. it was a hyperfix we had at 11. leave me alone. tyvm

i collect names + neos + xenos like pokemon

horror is my favourite genre of everything

i love traumatizing my characters. i have no characters who are not traumatized because if i have to be traumatized so do they

yes i bite. no you cannot sue me

i am 50% eyeliner 50% rage

i am not evil i am tired and dramatic

ghosts love me probably

my brain is a weird little library and half the books are on fire

i experience reality like a playlist on shuffle

i need 17 hours of alone time and also constant validation

i bark at things to annoy adults deal with it

if i say "im normal about it" im lying

been through too much for a teen lol. trauma is my personality now

i cope with jokes and weird niche interests :3

if you send me memes i will love you forever (memes are a love language fuck you)

books are better than people because books do not judge you for not feeling empathy

i can't function without caffeine, i just can't

i know every word to "bohemian rhapsody" and i'm not afraid to prove it

my comfort foods are pasta, pizza, and anything that could be considered "junk food" (don't judge me)

i love collecting old books (especially the ones that look like they've seen better days)

my wardrobe is 90% black and 10% "okay, i swear i'm still fun"

if you ask me about my hyperfixations, i will talk your ear off for hours

i'm a sucker for any story that involves found family, angst, or both

i hate all birds except pigeons. especially peacocks. do not ask it's a bunch of going to a petting zoo as a kid where the peacocks were allowed to just wander around

i love making lists. i have a binder dedicated to making lists. lists make me happy.

i am that person who yells "DID YOU KNOW?" before launching into a random fact about sharks, history, or mythology

i hate mornings. i live on coffee and existential dread until noon hits

i am a professional overthinker

i hate olives and anyone who likes them scare me

i absolutely adore ghosts, angels, and cryptids. don’t ask me why, just trust me

if i had a dollar for every time i got obsessed with something new, i’d be rich

slow walkers will be the death of me no joke

userboxes i've made??

#aboutme #talking about myself #pay attention #give me attention #bpd #cluster b #actually borderline #npd #hpd #aspd #userboxes #idk how to tag this #idk what else to tag

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ankur-ahlawat · 1 year ago

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Tail logs on AEM As Cloud Service

Tailing logs in AEM (Adobe Experience Manager) is a very basic need that each developer performs in his day to day life. Till AEM 6.5 it was very easy to create custom logging or tailing logs using Sling Log Support because usually all developers have System console access on lower environments. But with introduction of AEM as cloud service developers are no longer have access to System console…

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#AEM Basics #AEMAsCloud #Logs

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snowflake-bah · 4 months ago

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𝜗𝜚 PACK # 005 – tommyinnit introject / fucktive

we lost the ask again < / 3 ohmygod

but the person asked for a level 3 alt / punk / emo tfem tommyinnit , but we ' re not sure what type of introject she ' s supposed to be , so we made her a fucktive , hope that ' s good !! if we got it wrong we ' re really sorry , please request one more time with the needed info

name ( s ) : tommy , ajax , thesea , raven , josie , harper , nova , artemis , cleo , harley , nyx , skye , ash , lyric

pronouns : she / her , they / them , it / its , xy / xyr , hy / hym , ze / zir , ae / aem , punk / punks , void / voids , vamp / vamps , bite / bites , fang / fangs , dark / darks , re / rebel , lyr / lyric , black / blacks , thorn / thorns , spike / spikes , 🖤 / 🖤s , 🗡 / 🗡s , 🩸 / 🩸s

age : 19 - 25

gender ( s ) : transfem , librafem / gxrl

orientation ( s ) : pansexual , ambiamorous

cisIDs : blonde , pale skin , tall , ADHD ,

transIDs : gender / female , autism , wheelchair user flux , tattoos , nicotine addiction , demo heterochromia , plural flux , moth therian

trisIDs : harmed , OCD , punk

permaIDs : eyebags , smoking

paraphilias : sadomasochism ( inflicting and receiving pain ) , somnophilia ( sleeping individuals ) , zoophilia ( animals ) , objectum ( objects ) , andromimetophilia ( trans men ) , gynandromorphophilia ( trans women ) , mazophilia ( breasts ) , stigmatophilia ( scars / tattoos )

role ( s ) : primary protector , social alter , avenger , memory holder

source ( s ) : tommyinnit – dsmp , tommyinnit – real life

personality : brave , confident , funny , understanding

likes : loud music , freely expressing oneself , finding new friends , alternative clothing , knifes , daggers

dislikes : mean people , being ignored , basic people , dysphoria , spinach

hobbies / interests : knife throwing ,

kintypes : wolf , moth

aesthetic : alternative , rebelcore , bastardcore

music taste : alternative music , mostly emo , punk and rock , sometimes even metal

typing quirk : all caps when excited , adds a lot of exclamation marks , sometimes misspells

positive triggers : alternative music , daggers

species : human

appearance :

signoff ( s ) : 🖤 , ❤️ , 🩶 , 🗡 , 🩸 , 🔪 , 🎱 , 🗝 , 🏹 , ⛓️ , 🩹 , 🪦

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admiringlove · 4 months ago

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a tempest gilded in ruin: teaser.

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

↬ genre: jjk x regency era au; arranged marriage au; drama; romance; angst and then fluff; slowburn basically; happy ending i promise but it takes angst to get there.

↬ warnings: none! (full warnings tba)

↬ teaser word count: 0.5k. | expected word count: 30k-ish.

↬ note: this work was specifically written for loml @gojofile, it's her birthday gift, so it'll be released on her special day, which is very soon 💌 art by @3-aem.

The following is the latest article from the gossip column, "The Veiled Quill". It is titled: A Tempest Gilded In Ruin. This copy was delivered to Highgrove House, the Viscount's residence.

My dearest gentle readers.

The impossible has come to pass—the Duke of Six Eyes, the most elusive bachelor in the kingdom, is to wed at last. Yes, you read that correctly. The very same His Grace, Gojo Satoru, known for his mastery of duels, razor-sharp wit, and a scandalous fondness for the less refined pleasures of high society, has finally been caught in the silken snare of matrimony. But before we all begin preparing our congratulatory sentiments, let us examine the matter closely—for this match is as perplexing as it is impractical.

His betrothed? The Viscount’s daughter, a lady of unimpeachable standing, one whose name has never been inked in these pages for any wrongdoing. No moonlit dalliances, no whispered improprieties, not a single rumor worth repeating. A model of grace and virtue, bound in wedlock to a lord of reckless indulgence. A match ordained by fate? Or a disaster waiting to unfold?

The Duke of Six Eyes, after all, is no ordinary noble. He is a man who bows to no one, who treats duty as a suggestion rather than a law, whose very presence in court is an unpredictable tempest—one moment dazzling with charm, the next vanishing into the night with a knowing smirk. That such a man should take a wife is scandal enough—that he should take this wife, a woman so wholly unlike him, is beyond comprehension.

And yet, dear readers, not all is as it seems.

For while the public sees a coldly arranged union, those with ears close to the court whisper of a history shared. It is said that this betrothal is not as sudden as we are meant to believe—that, in their youth, the Duke and his intended were not strangers but rather childhood acquaintances. Could it be that the ever-unattainable Gojo Satoru once harbored a softness for the Viscount’s daughter? Did they once exchange lingering glances, secret words, or something far more telling?

It is, of course, equally possible that the Duke treats this match as he does all matters of duty—with complete disregard and thinly veiled mockery. After all, has he not been seen in the finest gambling halls and gentlemen’s clubs well past the hour of reason? Does he not revel in the company of artists and libertines rather than the noble ladies who sigh longingly behind their lace fans?

Perhaps His Grace is merely playing along for now—letting the world believe he is tamed, while he quietly plots his escape.

Or perhaps—just perhaps—the storm that is Gojo Satoru has met his match.

Will this marriage be a battle of wills, a contest of untamed hearts, or something far more dangerous—a love that neither party dares to admit?

One can only wonder… and watch.

With quill in hand and ears ever listening, Phantom.

a/n. taglist for this work is now open. you may send in an ask, or comment under this post to be added! it will be released soon. until then, see you <3

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ranahan · 1 year ago

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Free tactical medicine learning resources

If you want to learn first aid, emergency care or tactical medical care for real, you will need to practice these skills. A lot. Regularly. There’s no way to learn them just from books. But if you’re looking to supplement your training, can’t access hands on training, are a layperson doing research for your writing or otherwise just curious, here are some free resources (some may need a free account to access them).

TCCC

The current gold standard in the field is Tactical Combat Casualty Care (TCCC), developed by the US army but used by militaries around the world. There is also a civilian version of the system called Tactical Emergency Casualty Care (TECC). Training materials, Standards of Care, instructional videos, etc. can be accessed at deployedmedicine.com. You’ll need a free account. This should be your first and possibly only stop.

There’s also an app and a podcast if those are more your thing, although I haven’t personally tried them.

More TCCC (video) resources

STOP THE BLEED® Interactive Course

TCCC-MP Guidelines and Curriculum presentations and training videos

EURMED’s Medical Beginner's Resource List has suggested list of video materials (disclaimer: I haven’t watched the playlists, but I have been trained by nearly all of the linked systems/organisations and can vouch for them)

Tactical Medical Solutions training resource page (requires registration; some of the courses are free)

North American Rescue video downloads

Emergency medicine

WHO-ICRC Basic Emergency Care: approach to the acutely ill and injured — an open-access course workbook for basic emergency care with limited resources

Global Health Emergency Medicine — open-access, evidence-based, peer-reviewed emergency medicine modules designed for teachers and learners in low-resource health setting

AFEM Resources — curricula, lecture bank, reviews, etc.

Global Emergency Medicine Academy Resources (links to more resources)

OpenStax Anatomy and Physiology textbook

Open-access anatomy and physiology learning resources

OpenStax Pharmacology for nurses textbook

Principles of Pharmacology – Study Guide

Multiple Casualty Incidents

Management of Multiple Casualty Incidents lecture

Bombings: Injury Patterns and Care blast injuries course (scroll down on the page)

Borden Institute has medical textbooks about biological, chemical and nuclear threats

Psychological first aid: Guide for field workers

Prolonged field care

When the evac isn’t coming anytime soon.

Prolonged Field Care Basics lecture (requires registration)

Aerie 14th Edition Wilderness Medicine Manual (textbook)

Austere Emergency Medical Support (AEMS) Field Guide (textbook)

Prolonged Casualty Care (PCC) Guidelines

Wilderness Medical Society Clinical Practice Guidelines

Austere Medicine Resources: Practice Guidelines — a great resource of WMS, PFC, TCCC, etc. clinical practice guidelines in one place

The Wilderness and Environmental Medicine Journal (you can read past issues without a membership)

Prolonged Field Care Collective: Resources

National Park Services Emergency Medical Services Resources

Guerilla Medicine: An Introduction to the Concepts of Austere Medicine in Asymmetric Conflicts (article)

Mental health & PTSD

National Center for PTSD

Psychological first aid: Guide for field workers

Combat and Operational Behavioral Health (medical textbook)

Resources for doctors and medical students

Or you know, other curious people who aren’t afraid of medical jargon.

Borden Institute Military Medical Textbooks and Resources — suggestions: start with Fundamentals of Military Medicine; mechanism of injury of conventional weapons; these two volumes on medical aspects of operating in extreme environments; psychosocial aspects of military medicine; or Combat Anesthesia

Emergency War Surgery textbook and lectures

Disaster Health Core Curriculum — online course for health professionals

Médecins Sans Frontières Clinical guidelines

Pocket book of hospital care for children: Second edition — guidelines for the management of common childhood illnesses in low resource settings

Grey’s Quick Reference: Basic Protocols in Paediatrics and Internal Medicine For Resource Limited Settings

The Department of Defense Center of Excellence for Trauma: Trauma Care Resources (links to more resources)

#feel free to share and add more #tactical medicine #tactical combat casualty care #prolonged field care #austere medicine #military medicine #tccc #tecc #disaster medicine #wilderness medicine #emergency medicine #emergency medical services #learning resources #writing resources #mandalorian medics #paramedicine #medicine

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