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[gothicgaycowboy]

❤︎ Jacaerys Targaryen NSFW alphabet ❤︎

My modern Jace’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent hence why I’m using the last name Targaryen instead of Velaryon <3

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

King of aftercare. Nobody else does it like this man when it comes to aftercare and he doesn’t even do it consciously. It’s just his instinct to take care of you.

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

He’s not very into idolizing his own body but he likes his shoulders the most. He learned to appreciate them more when you started complimenting them.

Jace is a thigh man. He loves grabbing at them while he fucks you or feeling them squeeze around his head when he’s eating you out. Natures pillows as he calls them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

His favourite place to cum is on your face. It’s probably the most shocking thing about Jace considering he’s the biggest gentleman out of all his brothers, but he just can’t help it. The image of your pretty face coved in his load will never not drive him insane.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have any crazy secrets, but he really wants to record the two of you fucking. He thinks about it more than it’s probably reasonable for a person to think about it. Setting up his phone to take in the sights and sounds of you getting fucked by him.

Jace knows it’s incredibly stupid and risky with the profile of his family’s name — neither of you have even sent nudes to each other for that reason. It’s just the idea of the two of you having a sextape for your eyes only is very hot to him.

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

He went through a phase of sleeping around in high school like his brother (Aegon of course) until he realized it wasn’t for him. He didn’t feel right using girls like that, he’s a romantic to the core.

The only good thing that came out of his little experimentation was building up quite the resume of experience. You’re grateful for his little hoe phase as you called it.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Jace is a firm believer in the superiority of missionary. He gets to control the pace and look directly at you the whole time. If he’s feeling wild he’ll hike your knees over his shoulders.

He also loves being able to whisper dirty things in your ear while fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

He is generally a lighthearted guy at all times so the bedroom wouldn’t be that different. He would never take himself too seriously but he’d also never ruin a perfectly romantic moment by acting like an absolute loon.

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

When it comes to shaving he prefers comfort over aesthetic. He’ll trim when necessary but you are never getting that man shaven bare. He’d want you to do the same in terms of shaving for your enjoyment, not his.

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

Jace is a good old fashioned lover boy. He believes in romance out and inside of the bedroom. Some people have called him corny but he takes it as a compliment.

But just because it’s romantic doesn’t mean it’s boring and repetitive. This man puts all he has into his lovemaking. Honestly he thinks it’s what he was put here to do with his life.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Probably about once or twice a week. He would never use porn though, for one he knew all that shit was fake, and it just felt wrong especially when he had you. He likes to use his imagination when he does it, picturing you sprawled out underneath him, bouncing with every thrust he gives you, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

In his mind that’s better than any porn ever made, because it’s just for him. Although he does still want to have a real video of you at some point in the future.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s pretty basic when it comes to kinks. Dirty talk will always get him going — the sound of your voice in general actually. He’s convinced he could cum from the sound of you reading him a grocery list. He also really likes watching you masturbate. Seeing the way your body moves in response to your own hands and toys is priceless to him.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He’s a bed guy all day and all night. Nothing beats the comfort of his sheets, but he’s open to trying out wherever you want to.

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

Kissing will always led to something more with Jace. Innocent peck on the cheek? It’s moving to the mouth. On the lips? You’re gonna feel some tongue sneaking its way through.

If you kiss him on the neck you are asking for it. His neck might honestly be more sensitive than his cock.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely nothing that hurts you. The only way he can stay turned on is to know he’s causing you pleasure, not pain.

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

If he had to choose between never eating pussy or never getting his cock sucked he will happily choose never getting head again.

Jace was built to eat pussy. It’s his idea of heaven. He will spend hours doing it without even breaking a sweat. There have been many times where you had force his moth off you because he ‘wasn’t done yet’. Your pussy is literally a drug to him.

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

Jace is all about taking his time with you so it’s slow and sensual all the way.

Sex with him always starts with you getting eaten out (and we all know he’s enjoying every minute of that) so after he’s had his fill of you that’s when he gives you what you’ve been waiting for. Hips rocking smoothly into you as he tells you how gorgeous and perfect you are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

He would prefer not to, but if you or him are feeling desperate then he’s not too prideful to get down on his knees for you real quick.

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

He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to experimenting but he will do almost anything to make you happy.

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

A two to three rounds type of guy for actual penetration, but if we’re talking eating pussy? Days on end with no breaks.

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

He was open to trying them when you asked him but the idea has never crossed his mind on his own. He never thought of them as a necessity. The first time he watched you use a vibrator on yourself changed his mind instantly. Anything that gives you pleasure gives him twice as much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

Only so he can make your high last longer. He will rub your clit for hours before he lets you cum just so he can watch you squirm.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

He’s more of a whines and moans type of guy than a grunter. He also loves praising you.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He’s never tried eating ass but he secretly wants to. When he’s down there, nose rubbing circles against your clit, while his tongue licks its way into your wet hole, he’s been tempted to travel a little lower. To spread your cheeks and run his tongue against your ass while his fingers spread your cunt open is his fantasy.

The only thing stopping him is he’s afraid you’ll think he’s gross.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Hung like a true horse. Other than just being a people pleaser to his core, the whole reason he got so into eating pussy was because he knew in order to take some of that initial pain away he needed to prep you first.

He never wants to hurt you but it’s just inevitable sometimes with the absolute size of him. BDE comes with a price.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He wants to live between your legs. Jace has ‘joked’ many times that the ideal day off for him would be having you sit on his face until he suffocates. He’d be more than thrilled to go out that way.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You run him ragged. Even if you fuck during the day it is required both of you have a power nap immediately after.

I wrote way too many of these alphabets back to back so sorry if the wording in a them is a little repetitive, hope you enjoyed ♡

[gothicgaycowboy]

𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3.1k

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you make Aemond’s longtime librarian fantasy come to life.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ no minors, fem dom, sub aemond, a cock ring, oral sex (m receiving), deep throating, role play (kinda), unprotected sex, creampie, no use of y/n, edging (m receiving), both reader and aemond are little losers, established relationship, pet names, embarrassing family dinner conversations, a cameo from aemond’s lesbian moms and aegon.

𝙖/𝙣: this was originally going to be the beginning of my kinktober but I didn’t even get a chance to write out any of my other ideas in time. also big thank you to this anon who inspired this fic. hope you enjoy 💋

Up until now you thought you and your boyfriend had no secrets between you, but as it turns out you were wrong.

It started a week ago, you and Aemond drove up the countryside for a weekend to visit his family for Alicent’s birthday. Everyone tried their best to make it up there for big celebrations.

After three years together you feel like a member of the family yourself, Alicent and Rhaenyra even refer to you as their second daughter. You feel more at home with them than you do with your own family — and more importantly you felt like they couldn’t shock you anymore. That lasted until dinner.

Aegon and Aemond had gotten into a tiff about something juvenile that you can’t even remember anymore. Words tossed back and forth at one another from across the table like a tennis match. Rhaenyra was about to interject when Aegon blurted out: “Did you ever tell your sweetheart about what you did with my rag mag?”

Now that caught your attention.

Aemond’s face became beet red. His eyes practically bulged out of his skull in fear. Aegon smiled cockily at his brother’s expression, poking a forkful of their mothers dinner into his mouth.

Alicent and Rhaenyra tried to object to this conversation as soon as the word ‘rag mag’ was tossed out, but were cut short by your boyfriend.

“You wouldn’t.” It was clear Aemond was attempting to sound intimidating when it was obvious to everyone else he was fearing for his life.

“Oh, but I really would.” You vaguely remember overhearing Rhaenyra warn Alicent to cover her ears. Aegon turned his full attention to you, his eyes locked with yours. “When your precious boyfriend was still shorter than me he snuck into my room, snooped through my collection, and ripped out the naughty librarian spread all for himself.”

For the first time since you had met him Aemond became shy. You didn’t quite understand why exactly. Your boyfriend was no saint when it came to sex. He was the one who suggested most of your perverted ventures thus far, so why had he never told you this story himself?

After the table was cleared and conversation changed Aemond popped outside to take a quick smoke break — the perfect opportunity for you to interrogate Aegon a little more. You slid beside him as he washed that night's dishes like the good little son he can be occasionally.

“What was all that about?”

He glanced up at you briefly from the task in front of him. “What was all what about?”

“You know…” you suddenly realised how humiliating it was to talk about sex related topics with your boyfriend's brother. “The magazine drama?”

A knowing smirk crossed the​ Targaryen’s lips. “Ah, you want to know why Aemond threw such a fit about his little secret being outed.” He placed a white salad bowl onto the drying rack before facing you. “Well there are a few theories I have about it — first and most simple of all: maybe he was just embarrassed to have his middle school perversions exposed to our parents. I’m not too convinced by that one though given the simple fact that you two have been fucking at practically every family event you have been invited to thus far.”

It was then your turn for your cheeks to heat up with embarrassment, the memory of being caught half naked by Rhaenyra in the shoe closet still haunts you.

“So that leads me to my second theory: he’s ashamed of you knowing about his librarian fetish.”

Your brows pinched together quizzically. “But that doesn’t make any sense, we’ve done way crazier things together than a little kinky roleplay.”

Aegon closed his eyes and let out a long exhale like he was about to be sick. “I can’t express to you how much I didn’t want to know that.” You smiled at him apologetically letting out a timid ‘sorry’.

The purple eyed boy rubbed at his temples before opening his eyes again. “Okay, I’m probably gonna throw up later and really regret asking you this but: have you ever been in charge? Ya know, taken on the reins while you two are…” He held his hand over his stomach dramatically. “Having sex?”

your gaze remained on the clean kitchen floor as you answered his question. “No…”

“Well there you go, now if you’ll excuse me I need to go drink this conversation from my memory.”

Since that night you have been on a mission: make Aemond’s fantasy come to life.

It started like all good missions did — with a bit of thorough research of course. Aemond is a stickler for details and you needed all of them if you were going to pull this off successfully. The magazine from all the detail you managed to pull out of poor Aegon was a Hustler and based on the years Aemond would have been in middle school you managed to comb through every edition of Hustler during that time until you found it: the librarian spread.

This took you to the next step in your plan: the outfit. There wasn’t really much to it, obviously most of it was pulled off the models body in favour of showing off what was underneath, but you focused on what remained. Petite framed glasses, a white button up (tossed aside on the desk she sat on but you figured she was probably wearing it at some point in time), black pencil skirt, stockings, garter belt, and most importantly no panties.

All of this planning and waiting had finally led up to today. You have a day off to get your shit in order and Aemond’s shift ends early. You are quite proud of yourself honestly. Who knew being a research nerd could come in handy in the bedroom?

Now it was just time to see if Aemond appreciates it as much as you do.

From your spot in the kitchen you hear your boyfriend's keys enter the lock to your apartment – your cue to bolt into the bedroom. Inside the bedroom your heart races, nerves suddenly getting the best of you. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thinks you’re trying to belittle him? What if he thinks you look stupid?

“Baby?” Aemond calls from inside the main hallway.

“In the bedroom!” Well there was no going back now. Fuck it. You press play on the playlist you curated and pose yourself sitting on top of Aemond’s desk, just like the picture.

The door creaks open, revealing the white haired man to you. For a second he doesn’t look up, good eye still locked onto his phone. “What’s with the mu–” His eye meets with yours and stops him in his tracks. The bag he is carrying falls off his shoulder. The way he blushed at the birthday dinner has nothing on the state of his face now.

A few long moments pass by and the two of you remain perfectly still. It makes the knot in your stomach worse. “Please say something.” You beg as Aemond remains gobsmacked.

“You– how did – wh – you look–” He babbles like a small child.

“Please make it intelligible.” you try to lighten the mood as your hands play with each other anxiously.

It seems to shake Aemond out of his idiotict trance. “You look like the librarian from my magazine.”

“I do.” You change your tone to sound calm and collected while feeling like you’re about to explode inside.

“Why?”

“I thought you might appreciate it if I initiated something for once.”

Aemond soaks in the vision before him giving you a swift up and down glance. The pit continues growing in you but you refuse to let it show. “Do you?” You ask, impersonating all those sexually confident people you’ve seen in movies.

“I do.” Thank fuck.

Aemond rips the jacket from off his shoulders, practically running across the bedroom to reach you. He pulls you up off the desk but before he has the chance to kiss you you put a stop to him. Both hands push his face away but remain holding it so he’s forced to look at you. “Not so fast there mister.”

His face is priceless, a perfect mixture of confusion and desperation. “From now on I’m in charge, alright? You are going to lay there like the good boy I know you can be, while the sweet little librarian takes good care of you, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” His pupil dilates so wide you can hardly see the usual violet colour of his iris.

“Yes you understand who?”

A surprise smirk graces your boyfriend's beautiful face. “Yes, I understand…ma’am.”

“Good, now take off your clothes and get on the bed.” In a flash Aemond’s clothes came flying off you like you have never seen before. You knew this would get him worked up but you did not expect him to be this into it.

As the Targaryen’s boxers hit the floor and he hits the plush mattress you pull open a bag holding your secret weapon for the night. With the ‘weapon’ hiding behind your back you move up the bed straddling his muscular thigh, sitting your bare cunt directly on his skin. His already hard cock twitches with excitement. “Fuck me, are you not wearing any–?”

“No.” you say plainly, like you did this everyday. “Now I’ve got a little something special for you before I completely blow your mind.”

“I really don’t see this getting better than it is but if you say so,” He shrugs his shoulders. “I trust you.”

From behind you you reveal it: a black rubber cock ring. “I wanna see you squirm.”

Aemond’s silver-blonde locks splay out onto the pillows as he plops his head back onto the pillows. “You are trying to kill me, woman.” He groans.

“Oh you love it.” With that you wrap your manicured hand around his cock, stretching the black rubber around the base.Your boyfriend jumps slightly at the contact. “How’s it feel?”

“Wonderful, now can we get on with the main event, please?”

“Don’t forget baby, you’re not the one calling the shots tonight. Be nice to me and I’ll be nice to you.”

“Always.” He smiles. You can’t help yourself against his charms, flopping onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips. He wastes no time reciprocating it, taking the kiss from zero to a hundred faster than you can snap your fingers. His tongue slithering its way into your mouth. Your moans vibrated against his lips. Aemond was definitely the best kisser out of all the guys you had been with.

You reach your right hand up pushing it between the two of you, separating your lips. Aemond is clearly about to protest as you cut him off. “Spit.” No bullshit, just straight to the point. Based on the focused expression on his face the dots are taking their sweet time to connect in his pretty little head. Then it clicks and Aemond looks like a kid in a candy shop. He leans over your palm, saliva dripping down into your hand.

As the spit sinks across your palm you reach down to rub the wetness around his throbbing cock, stroking him up and down painfully slowly. Your other hand makes its way to his heavy balls, massaging them delicately in between your fingers.

You always loved playing with Aemond’s cock, but you were never allowed to take your time with it. It’s the one thing you despise about your boyfriend constantly being the one in charge. This was your time to truly tease him like he had been teasing you since you got together.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You eye him over the glasses perched on your nose.

“Fuck yes!” Aemond yelps with pure euphoria.

“You kiss your mothers with that mouth?” You continue your teasing, the sound of the shucking filling the bedroom.

“No but I really wanna kiss you again — ma’am.” You appreciate that even though he was struggling through it he still uses your proper title.

“Come here baby.” Like a man starved Aemond pushes himself up to meet your lips once more. Now was your chance. With Aemond distracted by the kiss you slowly pull away your hand from his sack to grab the remote for the cock ring off the dresser. Time to hope he enjoys this little extra surprise.

Bzzz…

Aemonds hips slam up into your fist in shock. “Jesus- fuck!”

“Now you know how I feel, huh?” You say recalling all the times that the blonde had used your vibrators on you.

The vibrations make his rod jump, shaking so fast your eyes can’t even comprehend its moving at all. God it’s hot. It had become far too normal for Aemond to watch you shake and your eyes roll back into your head with ecstasy but never you with him. It makes you feel powerful.

“F-feels so fucking good—” Aemond struggles to be coherent through the throws of pleasure.

Your hands pick up the pace, tightening your grip around him. His eyes are becoming more and more glassy as the moments pass by. Settling down till your stomach touches your knees, skirt (barely) coved ass poking out to the air. You kiss your way down his chest, leaving lipstick marks as you go until you reach the base of his vibrating cock.

Your mind swarms with ideas of how you can possibly torture him, but you decide against anymore prolonged suffering because of how desperately you need him in your mouth. You lick your way up to his leaking tip, keeping eye contact the entire time.

You run your hands over the sides of his hips as you suck the tip into your mouth. Preparing yourself with a deep breath through your nose, you dive down, deepthroating the rest of him into your throat. The tip of your nose touched the smooth base of his pubic bone. He always filled your holes so perfectly.

The sounds of your throat bobbing over him mixed with muted vibrations and Aemond’s moans make your cunt pulsate. You and Aemond are not new to dirty but something about this type of dirty got you going in a way you have never felt before.

“I’m gonna come—fuck! I’m gonna come down your perfect throat—” That is all you need to hear to pull yourself away from him (as much as you hate to).

Wiping the saliva from the corners of your mouth you press the button on the remote of the cock ring, turning the vibrations off. Aemond whines like a scorned child. A sound you're not familiar with from him, but you could picture yourself getting used to.

“Did you really think that I was going to let you come that fast? I need to make you earn it first, baby.”

He looks up at you, begging. “How? Please just tell me how I’ll do anything, I just need to be inside you. I wanna be your good boy.” His voice cracks like he’s on the brink of tears.

“You have to address me properly.”

“Anything for you ma’am.”

“Now, beg.” You tug the base of his cock into your hands, jerking him off like you were in no rush.

“Please…?” His brows knit together like a kicked puppy.

You halt your movements and grip your boyfriend’s length, not enough to actually hurt him, just enough to make Aemond whine once more. “God do you even want me to fuck you? I said beg.” You say while pulling the almost sheer white top from your body, leaving the skirt and stockings in their place though.

“Please fuck ma’am? I promise I’ll be good for you, I need to be inside of you so bad. I love your cunt so much, I need it around me. I need to feel you come on me, please?”

“Aw, look at that, you are my good boy after all.” With that you are fully on top of him. Hands planted onto his firm chest while you lean forward to tug your skirt up, revealing the lack of underwear beneath them. With his eyes thoroughly distracted by your bare cunt you pull his aching tip inside of your soaking wet entrance.

You had sex not two days before now but somehow the stretch of Aemond inside was still a shock to your system. Maybe it’s because you had never had him like this, crying below you like just being inside you was already the greatest pleasure he could experience.

“Jesus—Christ!”

You take your time adjusting to him, gradually sinking lower towards his abdomen. Your clit grazes the black silicone, alerting you that you’ve reached the bottom. Pushing yourself all the way back up to his tip you slam down as you speak. “Did all that begging make your cock harder, Aem? Do you like begging for me?”

“So much…” The words are almost inaudible through his moans.

“You don’t come until I let you, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

It only eggs you on more. The sound of wet skin smacking and whimpering fill your ears. No thoughts pass through either of your heads.

The rocking of your hips became more frantic, desperate. Your soft wet walls hugging your boyfriend like a vice. Aemond’s reach up into the pillows, gripping so hard they change from pink to white instantly.

Your mask begins to fall at the pleasure building in your core. Legs shaking at either side of Aemond’s hips. Just like that you pull the blonde up from his horizontal position, his grip falling from the pillows. Lips crashing together in a blur as sweat pools down both your backs. “I’m so fucking close, can I come, please?” His begging is muffled against your mouth.

“Soon, I promise. Rub my clit for me baby?” He obeyed immediately. His pointer and index finger caressing against your pulsing clit. “Fuck yes! so good Aem.” Your hands wander to his hair, like you are the master and he’s your little puppet.

You can’t hold back anymore, the sensation of his lips against yours mixed with Aemond’s precise movements against your bud send you hurdling towards your orgasm. “M’coming, come for me aem, do it for me baby—” Aemond follows fast behind you, crying out your name as he reaches his peak. His cock painting your insides with his cum.

You come back down to earth together, a jumble of words spilling from both of your lips: I love you, thank you, so good, kiss me.

You collapse into a puddle on your boyfriend’s sweat soaked chest. His fingers travel through your hair as you both catch your breath. As he tucks the lock behind your ears he finally speaks coherently. “So, are you gonna tell me how you managed to replicate the exact outfit from the original photo I used to wank off to or…?”

You smile, lifting your head to face him and his pink flushed cheeks. “A great magician never reveals their secrets.”

[gothicgaycowboy]

accidentally breaking aegon’s nose by riding his face too hard

I was finally able to write something short and sweet aren’t you proud of me 🤭? as always this is my modern aegon who’s parents are rhaenyra and alicent, hope you enjoy it<3 (1.2k words)

You’d think by now you would know how to sit on your boyfriend’s face, but to be fair it wasn’t really your fault.

Aegon had been working you up all day knowing you would be too busy with work to get a moment away. From texting you every dirty thing he wanted to do to you, to sending you pictures of him laying in your bed with his half-hard cock telling you how much he missed you. You didn’t understand what had gotten into him. He’d always had a high libido but he wasn't usually such a tease about it.

Whatever it was though, it worked on you. You had gotten almost no work done, way too distracted by the spam of dirty messages. Just when you thought he was giving you a break, a familiar vibration pulsed from your phone. At that point you knew the drill, make sure no one was around before clicking on the notification.

Aeggs: he's so lonely without you :(

Accompanying the text was a photo of him; naked thighs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned revealing the chain that dangled around his neck, hand squeezing around the tip of his pink leaking cock as it dripped down his pale fingers.

At that moment you craved nothing more than to lick his hand clean, and suck the rest of his cum out of his beautiful cock. Your thighs squeezed together so hard you were sure they would be sore the next day.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you may or may not have deceived your boss into thinking you were too ill to continue working. Faking being sick is something that everyone has done at some point in their lives—maybe not to go home and fuck their slutty boyfriends but still.

He didn’t even get a word in before you directed him. “Bed, now.”

He may not have been known as the smartest of all his brothers but he could follow orders like no other. By the time your clothes hit the floor Aegon was already laid bare before you. The sight he’d been teasing you with all day, finally within your reach.

“Don’t make me wait for it, baby,” a cocky smile graced your boyfriend’s pink lips. The fucking nerve of him.

“Me, make you wait? Me, tease you? Oh you’re gonna get it now.” You crawled over his body placing your legs on either side of his neck. “Put your hands where I can see them. You’re not allowed to touch me for that shit you pulled earlier, but I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He nodded obediently to your demands, clearly eager to get to work on your ‘punishment’. Without another word you plopped yourself down onto his waiting mouth, tugging his silver hair into your hands like a lead.

His tongue found its way to your clit quicker than it ever had before, causing you to jump with surprise. No matter how many times you two had sex you were always shocked by how fucking good he was at it. “Fuuck, Aegon,” Despite being in control this time you couldn’t help the submissive whines that spilled out of you.

The movements of Aegon’s mouth became more intense as his confidence tended to boost when you made ‘pretty noises’ for him—his words, not yours. His tongue expertly created a pattern of movements through your lips, dipping back and forth from your aching clit to your desperate hole, occasionally sucking at your bud until you could feel your pulse running through it.

He was like a man starved despite the fact that you had just done this very thing the night prior.

“You like that baby?” His question was mumbled against your pussy.

You sighed out of your nose just as upset as you were turned on that he was still so pleased to have you denying him any affection after the stunt he pulled today. “No talking.” Your tone was as harsh as you tugged harder at his locks until his face was completely flush to your cunt.

Still he persisted at his usual strenuous pace. You wanted to cry from pleasure, toes curling on both sides of your boyfriends head. Your hips began to rock at their own speed, meeting his mouth with equal eagerness.

“Yes just like that,” The vibrations of Aegons moans against you soaking core making it impossible to hold off your impending orgasm much longer. You were already so close and it felt like it had just started. Honestly it was a wonder to you how you managed to last even this long with how pent up you were all day.

“I’m gonna come, fuck,” Aegon let out a clear groan of encouragement underneath you. Unconsciously your pelvis began grinding harder against the Targaryen’s face, his nose bumping against your clit when it wasn’t being sucked between his lips. Your back arched as you visualized your peak coming to an end.

Harder.

Faster.

Pelvis meeting skull in a storm of passion.

Without meaning to, you slipped higher up your boyfriend’s face while grinding against him, desperate to reach your end. That’s when you felt it.

Crack.

You broke his fucking nose.

You acted swiftly, pulling yourself off him and making sure he was at least still alive. You gently tugged his face in your hands to gaze in your direction, getting a better look to assess the damage. “Fuck baby are you okay? I’m so sorry, oh shit—” his nose was leaning to the left side of his face with dark streams of blood leaking out of each nostril.

His eyes welled up slightly with tears in his waterline. “Why’d you stop?” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

You were completely blown away by his seeming lack of concern for his own safety. “You’re fucking joking right? Aegon, I broke your nose!”

“Yeah but you were almost done anyway.” He defended, looking more upset that you didn’t come than his bloodied nose.

A smile grew across your lips. How could one person manage to be so frustrating yet so cute at the same time? Your thumbs rubbed softly at the sides of his injured face. “You really are something you know that?” You laughed.

“Thank you.” He grinned before wincing at the pain of moving his face.

“We have to get you to the ER.” You moved away from him, running around the room to pick up both your clothes and dress yourself.

“But you haven’t even—” you cut him off before he could finish his stupid sentence.

“My orgasm is not nearly as important as making sure I didn’t permanently fuck up your nose. Get dressed, please, I’m going to get you an ice pack for that.” You pointed to the centre of his face.

He made a pouty noise but complied nonetheless, tugging some tissues out from the bedside table to absorb the blood running down his face.

You walked to the freezer, pulling out the cold compress. When you made your way back into the room you found a fully dressed Aegon who looked like the cat who ate the canary. You stood in front of him pushing the compress delicately against his nose. “What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?”

He smirk became wider. “Just thinking about how proud my mums will be when I tell them how I broke my nose.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. The image of his mothers mortified faces as he explains to them in detail how his injuries were caused entering your mind. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh I’m quite serious, they’ll be happier than when they found out I actually managed to get into a university without bribing anyone.”

You found out just how genuine he was being a couple days later when he dialed them up on speaker phone for you to hear.

[gothicgaycowboy]

✦ Aegon ii Targaryen NSFW alphabet ✦

My modern Aegon’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent and he’s bisexual <3

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

If you’re in a relationship he can be very affectionate. Making sure you are well taken care of after intense sex or even just getting water and a snack after gentle sex because he can get pretty hungry after it himself. It’s hard work.

However if you’re just a casual hookup he’s not nearly as concerned. He’s confident in himself enough to know you are satisfied after all is said and done but he’s a bit of a dickhead. He’ll give you a sloppy kiss and a pat on the ass as a goodbye but that’s about it. You’ll know he had a good time if he leaves you his number before heading out the door.

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

Honestly, his cock. He loves how you look taking it and how you moan when he pushes it in for the first time. He’s also a big fan of when you praise it specifically ‘your cock feels so good aegon’ ‘your dick is so pretty’ etc.

When it comes to a partner he’s an equal opportunist when it comes to tits and ass. He loves to suck on tits until they are dripping with his saliva and to watch them bounce as you ride him. For your ass he’s a big believer in smacking in and outside of the bedroom, as well as gripping it while he pounds into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He’s open to cumming wherever you want him to but he’s a big fan of cumming on you. Your ass, your tits, your face, you name a part of your body and he will cum on it. What can he say, he’s always been artistic and painting you with his cum is no exception.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to be pegged desperately. He’s fucked many guys before but he’s never loved bottoming as much as topping.

But the idea of you in a cute little lingerie getup and strap-on railing him while you sing sweet praises in his ears? That’s a whole other story. He’s jerked off to the idea many night in a row but he hasn’t quite gotten the courage yet to ask you. Maybe someday soon.

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

Let’s face it Aegon is a slut. You think of gender a identity and he has been with them more than once and does that experience ever come in handy with you.

He’s got you crying from pleasure night after night and never seems to tire of it.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Reverse cowgirl all the way. The visual of you bouncing on top of him, hips rolling, ass jiggling with your back arched, his hands on your tits, is the fastest way to make him cum. He also loves pulling your face towards him so he can still kiss you.

Extra points if you do it in front of your mirror so he can watch you fall apart and see your breasts bounce with your movements.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Depends on the moment.

If either of you make a strange noise, or accidentally injure yourself he’s not too pompous to laugh it off and make a joke about it in the future. But he’s not going to ruin the heat of the moment by creating a comedy special in the middle of it all.

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

He doesn’t really have to shave downstairs to be well groomed. Targaryen’s don’t have much body hair and what they do have is soft and thin.

He does like to grow out his facial hair occasionally and it’s a good look on him. When he’s grown it out he tells you to ride his moustache often.

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

There’s two different types of sex with Aegon, the kind you started out with in the beginning of your relationship and still have: nasty, dirty, spit in your mouth kind of sex, and the kind you can only recently do: love making (even though he hates that phrase.)

He can be surprisingly romantic. He’s a fan of kissing during sex, holding hands, and eye contact.

He’s got all the duality you need.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

24/7 365. If you’re not around to help him he will absolutely be indulging himself. He has a locked album on his phone filled with pictures and videos of you in compromising positions.

His favourite is the video you sent him of you playing with your pussy, legs spread, tits pulled out of your dress, knickers pushed to the side as you ride your fingers and moan his name. It makes him feel like you’re right there in the room with him.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

What isn’t he into is a simpler question.

He’s a versatile man in general so when he’s in dom mood he likes slapping you on both sets of cheeks but not enough to seriously hurt you. Because he never grew up with a father and the word means almost nothing to him he loves to be called daddy. A little bit of voyeurism. Overstimulation is also a good way to get him going without even having to touch him. Nothing brings him as much pleasure as watching you squirm and whine as he makes you cum over and over again. He also likes to be a little condescending when he’s in charge: ‘what did you say baby? I can’t hear you over the sound your wet little cunt.’

When he’s feeling subby it’s a whole other ballpark. He loves being edged for hours, knowing he’s completely in your control. He’s a fan of being manhandled, chocking, slapping, scratching, anything is on the table for him if you’re up for it.

There’s much more he’s up for but at the end of the day all he wants is to be praised no matter what you two are doing.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

For how kinky he is his favourite basic location is his bed. He’s up to do it truly anytime and anywhere but nowhere feels better than his soft mattress.

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

Almost anything will get him going. He’s turned on most of the time. But seeing you taking interest in something he enjoys will always push him over the edge. He remembers going on a rant to you about his favourite album and he glanced up to see you looking at him with genuine interest, and love in your eyes and he doesn’t think he’s gotten harder faster in his.

Looks-wise he adores the sight of you in nothing but a t-shirt and knickers. Morning breath be damned if he sees you wearing that it’s game over. You’ve told him many times you’d be happy to put some sexy lingerie on but he always reassures you he’s just as turned on seeing you in that.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He never wants to actually hurt you. The first time you had sex and cried you had to reassure him it was from pleasure and not pain so he would touch you again. Any bodily fluids besides spit and cum is completely out of the question.

Also he’s got two moms so calling anyone mommy is a no-no.

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

He loves both.

When it comes to giving he could do it all day long. The image of you either sat on his face or lying above him is something he couldn’t describe with words how hot it makes him feel. Your legs as earmuffs is the greatest gift he could ever get. He’s incredibly skilled, his tongue (which is pierced by the way) and jaw never seeming to get tired.

He swears you are the best head he has ever gotten. Your lips wrapped around him makes him understand why people can believe in the afterlife. He also love the sight of you looking up at, eyes wide as you swallow him down your throat.

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

It can go either way depending on his mood.

After a bad day he will most likely take out his frustration by pounding into you until both of you can’t remember your names. The grip he has on your hips leaving bruises the next day. One time he even managed to break your bed frame (don’t worry he paid for a new one).

Morning sex tends to be much more tender and romantic. Slow kisses and shallow thrusts before both of you have to go out into the real world.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

Whenever there’s time for one he’ll make it happen. He doesn’t care how inconvenient it is, if he has opportunity to fuck you he will take it 100% of the time.

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

He’s lived his life by the motto of try anything once. He even has a whole day dedicated to it.

When you were about 3 months into your relationships you took it as your chance to bring up experimenting and he was so excited. You tried roleplaying, bdsm, wax play, and exhibitionism all in 24 hours.

After that you both decide that one day a month if the other person brought up something they wanted to try you would try it, and anything else that came to mind for both of you.

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

You swear there is nothing that can stop Aegon when he’s horny. Your personal record together is 3 and a half hours with no breaks.

Sometime you tap out before he does.

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

He’s got a collection in his bedside drawer: all different types of vibrators, butt plugs, dildos, and fleshlights in all different colours.

He was always up to using them on you especially the vibrators and butt plugs. Pushing them into all your holes as you moaned into his mouth. And you using them on him? That was a wet dream.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

He likes to be teased more than he likes to tease you. The fun in sex for him (other than the fact that it just feels amazing) is watching you succumb to pleasure, not to deny you anything.

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

He’s pretty vocal. Moans, grunts, gasps all leaving his mouth in the moment. He also gets vocal with his words praising you in all the ways you like.

‘You feel so fucking good darling’ ‘you were made for me only, right?’ ‘I want you to cum for me, please baby’

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He really wants to have a threesome with you. He’s been a little shy to bring it up because he doesn’t want you to feel insecure, or think the reason he wants to is because you aren’t satisfying him and feel pressured to do it. But the idea of you making out with some other guy/girl while he fucks you really turns him on.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

His cock is pretty average in size, around 6 inches and decently thick but it’s a beautiful sight. Pink tip with juicy vein running down the underside. Every time you see it you just want to put it in your mouth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Once he starts he can’t be stopped. There’s not a day you’ve been together when you haven’t fucked. (Of course he’s up for period sex.)

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually gets a burst of energy after sex. He likes to make a nice snack after you’re done. If you’re feeling tired he’ll rub your back until you fall asleep and usually watch some television on a low volume after you’ve passed out before curling up next to you.

[gothicgaycowboy]

✮ Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet ✮

My modern Aemond’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent <3

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

At first he’s not really sure what to do. He’s a bit awkward when it comes to dealing with the aftermath of these things. But he is nothing if not eager to learn.

Once he understands what you need he will be more than happy to provide it whether it be checking in on you verbally or just holding you after it’s over.

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

He’s a big fan of his hands now. He didn’t really think about them much before, but when you pointed out how much you liked them he began to appreciate them more. He likes how large and strong they are and how quickly he can make you cum with them.

He’s a tits man all the way. Big or small he doesn’t really care he just likes looking at them, sucking on them, and squeezing them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He’s got a not so secret breeding kink. He doesn’t actually want kids right now but if you let him cum inside of you it’s game over.

‘You want me to fill you up don’t you? Want all my cum inside you so everyone will know you belong with me, hm?’

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s got a real bad librarian fetish.

He’s embarrassed of how cliche it is. He’s not exactly sure why it happened, but he remembers one day accidentally stumbling upon Aegon’s porn mag collection and coming across a spread of a woman in a library wearing small framed glasses, her hair just pulled out of an up-do, wearing no shirt with her tight pencil skirt hiked up to pussy without any knickers on.

He ripped the spread out of the magazine knowing that if Aegon told their mums about it he would be in just as much trouble for owning a magazine like that. He doesn’t know how many times he wanked off to that picture, but he had to stop once the picture became too crumpled to even make out the shape of the woman anymore.

Maybe one day he’ll get the courage to ask you to do a little librarian role play with him.

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

Aemond didn’t go through the classic teenage boy slag phase like all his other brother’s did. He didn’t lose his virginity till he was 19 but that doesn’t mean he’s a dud — on the contrary he’s probably the most educated about sex out of all his siblings.

His love of knowledge didn’t stop outside of school hours. He spent everyday after class making sure that when the time was right and he found the right person it would be just as good for them as it would be for him.

Did this lead him down some rabbit holes of knowledge about things a teenager boy shouldn’t know? Yes absolutely.

Did he regret it? Definitely not.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Cowgirl. He loves watching you bounce on top of him, biting your lower lip to keep quiet for the neighbours.

He also enjoys the fact that it’s a position where either of you can be in control. There’s been many time where you have started out in control until he grips onto your hips slapping the skin of your ass against the front of his thighs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Definitely more serious. There isn’t anything Aemond doesn’t take 100% seriously most of the time and sex isn’t any different. When it’s happening he’s a man on a mission.

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

Completely shaven bare, not that there was much hair to shave in the first place.

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

He’s surprisingly romantic in the moment. He knows what being used feels like and he never wants you to feel that way. Even when he gets rough he always reassures you it’s all for your pleasure.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Almost never. He would much rather have you touch him than have to do it himself. He’s patient enough to wait if he must.

And when he knows he won’t see you for a while wether that be because one of you is going out of town, or just busy with work, he’ll request you send him some scandalous photos so he won’t miss you as much. That or phone sex.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s a secret fem dom enjoyer, not necessarily in the traditional whips and chains way but he just likes it when you take control. Bossing him around, praising him, maybe a few smack here and there.

He’s also all about giving what he gets. Being called sir whenever he’s in charge while he simultaneously praises and degrades you. It’s a balancing act he throughly enjoys.

And some good old fashioned exhibitionism on the side.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He really likes having sex on your couch because there’s a few positions that are way more comfortable there than on your bed. If he’s feeling adventurous he’ll definitely be up for bathroom sex (clean bathroom sex that is, he’s not an animal).

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

He likes a challenge. Whenever you tease by telling him you’re not wearing any underwear, or playing footsies with him under the table, he is instantly growing a tent in his slacks.

He makes it his goal to get you back every time and get you back he does.

He’s also just a sucker for you dressing up for him. Lingerie or skimpy dress, if you’re wearing it, he is ripping it off.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t deal with anything unsanitary or unsafe. Choking you a little? Sure of course. Choking up with a belt? Not happening. He knows how fragile the human windpipe is.

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

He feels guilty about it but he definitely prefers receiving. It’s not like he hates giving — trust he can eat pussy like nobody’s business, but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock is something nothing else could compare to in his mind. If you offer to let him fuck your throat he will take that opportunity so fast you won’t even be able to comprehend what’s happening before you’re kneeling on the floor.

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

He can go either way but more often than not it’s pretty rough. You have spent many nights at his place and woken up the next morning with a limp and a sore ass.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

He’s alright with them. They’re not his favourite because he doesn’t like to feel rushed when he’s fucking you — he takes his time, but if it’s the only option he needs his fix of you more than he needs to wait for the next time he has enough time to take it slow.

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

He’s not really experimental but if you tell him something you’re interested in trying he’s down to try it at least once (unless it’s one of his hard nos of course).

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

He’s a pretty physically active guy and that shows with his stamina. He usually only taps out once he’s dehydrated.

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

Aemond doesn’t own any himself but he likes using the ones you own on you, especially the vibrator. He thinks it’s incredibly dumb when guys view sex toys as competition rather than tools that can be used to make sex better.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

World’s biggest tease. It’s part of the fun of the game you two play together. Sitting across from each other at dinner with his family is pure torture for both of you. Sucking way too long on your dessert spoon while he wipes the corner of his mouth with his finger so he can suck it clean.

If he’s in a teasing mood he makes it everyone else’s problem. His poor mothers just wanted a nice innocent family dinner.

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

Not too loud when it comes to sounds besides grunts but a dirty little mouth on him. Runs in his family.

‘You’re my dirty whore, you know that right?’ ‘That’s it, cum all over my cock for me’

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He has a throughly put together sex playlist. It’s a bunch of different genres and artists and he spent months working on it before he had sex for the first time.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Two words. Big balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Again he’s a pretty active guy, it’s like he’s in a competitive sport where the only competition is himself and the only goal is to fuck you until he physically cannot move anymore.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can get pretty worn out after it’s done but he has a rule never to pass out before you. He’s a romantic in that way.

[gothicgaycowboy]

texting bf!aegon

Warnings: explicit language and talks of sexual activity

[gothicgaycowboy]

texting bf!jacaerys

warnings: cringe jokes

[gothicgaycowboy]

please please me

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: you persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, smut, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), brief thoughts of somnophilia, praise kink, brief mentions of breeding kink (but no really because it’s mostly just taking about cum and creampies lol), pet names (sweetheart, honey, little wife), no use of y/n, fem reader, a little fluffy ending!

A/N: this took me an embarrassingly long time to write so I hope you enjoy, and please don’t forget to comment and reblog🫶

Calvin Evans was an incredibly dedicated chemist. He seemed to care more for his work than anything else in the world.

Late nights were almost always spent in his lab when he could be sure his scientific process would not be disturbed, more importantly there would be no Donatti banging on his door asking when his latest experiment would be done.

His commitment to his work is what many (even those who weren’t particularly fond of Evans) would list as one of his greatest strengths.

Not you though.

Definitely not you.

You didn’t want to be misunderstood, you were truly proud of Calvin and his work. He was a brilliant man who deserved every bit of praise he got. You would accompany him to every award ceremony and never grow tired of hearing speech upon speech about what a wonder he was in the scientific community.

But you were getting very tired of spending most nights in your home alone.

Every night for the past month at 1:35am on the dot, you would be awoken by the feeling of the right side of the bed sinking to the weight of his lanky body. He would apologize profusely for waking you so late, and proceed to move to the couch in the living room.

In the beginning you hoped you could at least have a brief moment of alone time with Calvin in your shared morning before he went off to work. But of course he had already left for his early row by the time you opened your eyes.

Even weekends weren’t sacred anymore since moving some of his lab equipment to his home office. Calvin would leave his office when you alerted him dinner was ready, you two would stick to light small talk ( “How’s your research going?” “This is delicious” “Anything interesting in the news lately?” “Have you heard about what happened to Mrs.Jones down the road?”) Cavin would eat quickly, finishing before you were even halfway through your food, thank you for the meal and quickly peck your cheek before going right back to his office.

Like any sane person you were growing impatient with your husbands never ending busy schedule. A woman has needs just like any man does and Calvin should know that very well by now.

Much of your early relationship was spent exploring all the ways you could please each other. After all, Calvin was a scientist and he would reason the best way to find out was to experiment. That meant hours wrapped up in your white sheets, christening every surface of his home, trying things you never would have even fantasized of doing in your wildest dreams.

You missed that time desperately now and you had a plan to get it back.

–

Calvin was never good at picking up on social cues. Luckily most people thought he was simply pulling their leg when he took a joke or a sarcastic comment seriously. But he knew something had changed with you the moment he stepped into your shared home that Friday night.

He still made sure to close the door with extra caution so as not to wake you, even though he ended up almost constantly waking you when he slunk into bed anyway. Going through his usual routine of removing his sweat soaked running clothes, grabbing a pair of clean pajamas, and jumping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

After thoroughly removing the feeling of grime from his skin he makes his way towards your bedroom rubbing his tired eyes. He knows he has only himself to blame for his recent exhaustion but he’s never been great at putting anything before his work, and that includes sleep.

As he expects there you are sleeping sweetly, your left hand resting gently under your face. No matter how many times he sees you sleep he knows he will never get bored of it.

Calvin was quickly pulled out of his state of adoration when he realized something was off with the usual picture he was used to coming home to. You were sleeping on your stomach with your leg sticking out from the duvet. And Calvin may be downright lousy at picking up social cues but he always noticed a change in his surroundings.

You most certainly never had to worry about Calvin failing to notice a change in your style or a new haircut because he was the first to comment on it. “This new dress looks lovely on you.” he’d say while kissing the exposed bit of your shoulder.

In all the years he had known you, you never once slept on your stomach (it was a deeply inconvenient position for cuddling according to you), and you definitely never let your limbs hang off the bed (some old superstitious fear you had as a child that stuck with you into adulthood).

He decided to investigate further, even if it turned out to just be him reading too much into it.

Striding over to your side of the bed he looked for anything else that might be out of place. Your breathing was normal, the book on your bedside table was laying in the same place you put it all other nights, and your nightly glass of water sat empty. He was about to scold himself for being overdramatic when his eyes caught the lack of fabric on your shoulders.

Maybe you purchased a new sleeveless nightgown, Calvin tried to reason with himself. Maybe it was just a particularly low neckline or perhaps the fabric matched your skin tone so well he just wasn’t seeing it, after all the room was dark. Yes, that was possible.

Of course he couldn’t leave it at that - oh why didn’t he leave it at that and go right to bed? “You’re being ridiculous,” he scolded himself like a child in a whisper. “Just take a quick look, there’s no harm.”

Carefully he reached for where the blanket met your exposed back, making sure not to graze your skin, as much as he wanted to.

Sure enough there it was, you, completely exposed to him. The sides of your breasts pushing out against the mattress and your round ass on full display. “Shit…” the words fell out of Calvins mouth before he could stop them. He felt like a stupid teenager getting his first glance at a nude woman all over again.

Thoughts of temptation filled his mind. What would happen if he did touch you? If his hands slipped down towards the space between your thighs. Would you wake suddenly furious that he would ever wake you from your peaceful sleep? What about encouraging him to join you and take off his towel?

Of course he wouldn’t ever be sure of the real answer as Calvin could not bring himself to touch you while unconscious. It would be downright ungentlemanly.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts.

Calvin was lifting the edge of the duvet to cover you back up when you began to move. Panic filled him as he froze completely, fearing what you would think if you caught him ogling you in your sleep. Luckily enough for him your eyes did not open, but something unexpected did come out of your mouth.

At first Calvin thought he was hearing things, maybe the exhaustion of all these long nights in the lab were finally getting to him. Although that was a strong possibility in his mind there was no doubt the noises he was hearing were coming from you. Noises he was all too familiar with. Soft, breathy, moans.

This was not a sound Calvin knew you could make in your sleep. So similar to the sounds you let out when he was on top of that if he closed his eyes he would swear that’s where he was. While being swept up by his own imagination he nearly missed the words you spoke. “Mmph…Calvin…”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could no longer ignore the growing bulge under the towel wrapped around his waist. Dropping the blanket back over you, he rushed back to the bathroom.

Leaning against the sink Calvin ripped the towel from around him, freeing his hard cock. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth he spit a glob of saliva into the center of his palm. Wasting no time at all he reached down and grasped the base of his throbbing length causing a gasp to escape him. “Fuck,” He moaned, his voice trembing with arousal. Calvin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this desperate for a release.

Reminiscing about the last time he had gotten you all to himself Calvin began working his hand over his cock. The way you bit your bottom lip when you were close to orgasm, how soft your ass felt in his hands, or how you begged him so sweetly to cum inside of you. “Oh honey,” he groaned with teeth clenched. The more he thought about you the closer he got to the edge.

Keeping his arm still Calvin started bucking his hips forward, fucking his fist while picturing you on your knees below him. Your big doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent glint was his weakness. How was someone even able to look so naive with a cock between their lips? “That’s it, God you're so good to me,” he could no longer hold back.

Picking up his pace Calvins mind went blank, only the sensation of his impending orgasm could be felt. A jumbled mix of curses sprung from his lips as he watched the cum shoot from the tip of his cock onto his fist.

Calvin remained silent in the bathroom, the only sound to be heard was the heavy panting noise of him trying to catch his breath. After a few beats he decided it would be best to clean up the mess he had made, put his pajamas on and get out of there as soon as possible. God forbid you wake up for a late night bathroom trip and see him like this.

Walking back out to the living room he began to wonder how loud he had been, did he wake you with his erratic moans? Choosing to take a quick peak and make sure he hadn’t embarrassed himself further he gracefully nudged your bedroom door open a sliver. Clearly the universe was looking out for old Calvin because there you lay, sleeping soundly.

Letting out a breath of relief Calvin moved back out towards his bed tonight – the couch.

If only Calvin had stayed watching you a little longer he would have seen the sly smirk spreading across your lips.

Everything goes according to plan.

–

The sun peeked through the blinds, shining directly onto his eyelids when he woke in the morning. He had been too distracted last night to set his usual 6am alarm but he welcomed the extra rest. Honestly after the night he had Calvin was surprised he slept at all.

Figuring there was no time to waste if he still wanted to go on his morning row, Calvin sat upright on the couch, wiping the sleep from his eyes. While rubbing his eyes Calvins nose picked up an array of once familiar scents: eggs, toast, bacon, and…was that pancakes? It had been so long since you last cooked breakfast for him –again Calvin knew that was completely his fault.

Cavin was starting to forget what your warm meals tasted like, becoming accustomed to eating the cold leftovers whenever he returned home. Perhaps he could skip the row, just this one time…

Strolling towards the kitchen with a smile on his face Calvin nearly tripped himself when he caught sight of you. Standing as he expected in front of the stove top, humming along to whatever song was playing in your head while carefully flipping pancakes. What he did not expect was the lingerie you were wearing while doing it. He’d obviously lost track of time while eyeing you as you noticed him, slack jaw and all.

You fully turned towards him with a smile, “Good morning sleepyhead.”

–

How you wish you had a camera near you now. The look on Calvins face was priceless. You had never seen him so stunned before, and that includes the first time you agreed to go on a date with him.

“M-morning,” he stuttered, clearly trying (and failing) to fix his uncouth expression.

His gaze wandered across the outfit before him. A light pink set, silk top decorated with a delicate bow in the center of the chest, short ruffled bloomers, completed with a transparent tulle robe.

You turned back towards the stove. “Did you sleep well? I missed you last night. It’s always so lonely in bed without you,” you said, exaggerating the sadness in your voice.

That seemed to snap Calvin back to his normal self, “I’m sorry honey, you know I just worry about waking you up,” the genuine concern in his voice almost made you feel bad for playing it up so much…almost.

“Well you woke me up anyway, so why didn’t you just join me, hm?” You had a feeling you could see the panic on his face without even looking back.

A hitch in his breathing and a sudden step towards you let you know you were spot on. “When exactly did I wake you?” he questioned.

“Oh you know, when you were playing with your cock in the bathroom,” you stated it simply like you were telling him something he already knew. “I have to say I was very disappointed you didn’t invite me Calvin, you know I hate to think of all the cum you wasted without me there to clean it up.” You shut the burner on the stove off, moving the final pancake off the side with the rest.

Finished with the task at hand you looked back at Calvin. No longer the anxious face you were anticipating, no this was a look you recognized instantly, arousal.

Calvin licked his lips, “You dirty little minx,” wrapping his hands around your waist he swiftly pulled you towards him. His hot breath fanning across your face, “You planned all this out didn’t you?”

Batting your lashes at him you whipped out your best virginal response, “I have no idea what you could possibly be accusing me of Dr.Evans.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Are you sure about that?” His hands were now grazing further down your back causing an involuntary shiver to run over you. “So you didn’t sleep naked last night hoping it would drive me crazy? How about moaning in your ‘sleep’ expecting me to get hard?”

You shook your head at every accusation. Watching Calvin grow more impatient with your antics was only egging you on.

He let out a huff, “No? Not even wearing this skimpy thing to cook breakfast in?”

“How do you know this isn’t what I usually cook breakfast in? It’s not like you’re ever around when I do it anyway.” The facade you had put on dropped quickly.

It was clear a lightbulb went off in Calvins head, “Is that what this is about? Have I been neglecting my pretty little wife's needs?” He moved his head into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against your pulse.

Now it was your turn to stutter, “M-maybe…” Your eyes closed at the feeling of him being so close to you.

His lips moved to graze your neck, making his words jumbled, “Well I think I know just how to apologize for it.”

You were about to ask how when suddenly Calvins lips crashed onto yours, pushing every coherent thought from your mind. Caught off guard you forget to move your lips with his. He pulled away briefly to let out a hoarse whisper, “Kiss me,” The command was so gentle it seemed almost like a question.

You could never deny him of what he wanted. Moving back into the kiss you meet him with equal lust, like you both had been deprived of touch for years. God you missed this, the soft groans passing by your lips as your tongues melted against each other. You noticed a growing hardness pressed to your upper thigh. “Getting excited over a little kiss Calvin?” you teased. Your forehead rested against his, nudging his nose with yours.

“Can you blame me? I mean look at you,” Calvins right hand moved up from its place on your back, undoing the tie in the middle of your robe. You shook it from off your shoulders, letting it fall on the kitchen floor. Calvin took a step back to get a better look at you, making you whine at the loss of contact. “So perfect for me,” he said, like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that it was true.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sunk slowly onto his knees.

His hands pulled at the back of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin. “I’m thanking my beautiful wife for putting up with me.”

Your eyes rolled at his dramatics. “Cavin I d-” the words ripped from you before they were even out as his lips moved to the inner part of your thigh. Dragging the delicate skin of his lips across you, your eyelids fluttered shut once more. “I should have known you would need me to take care of you,” he admitted.

The petals of his lips roaming higher up your thighs he shifted you so that your legs were flush against his torso. “Don’t you sweetheart, you need me to take care of you?” Although his tone was clearly mocking it still made you feel warm inside.

“Mhm, I do I do, please,” you nodded dumbly.

His smile pressed against your skin, “How cruel of me to ever leave my sweet wife and her needy pussy all alone.” Calvins right hand reached up to the center of your bloomers, thumb grazing over your clit.

“F-uck,” you gasped, dropping your hands to grip the base of Calvin's hair.

“You’re worse off than I thought you were,” he joked. Wasting no more time teasing you Calvin lowered your bloomers, pulling them with his teeth. Your eyes sprung open to watch him work.

Biting his lower lip Calvin admired the wetness dripping from you. “Miss me?”

“Yes, God Calvin Please,” you begged looking down at him with desperation flowing from you.

His eyes met your, “You don't need to beg for me anymore honey, I’m home now.” keeping eye contact with you Calvin kissed your aching clit. Gradually escalating from sweet pecks to open mouth licks you could feel your knees lock below you. Calvin shifted your left leg over his shoulder to drown himself inside your cunt, licking from your clit to your opening.

Moans falling from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “Yes, fuck you’re so good Calvin,” you swore he always looked his best under you, even if your eyes were having trouble focusing at the moment.

Your praise was the only kind that Calvin cared about you recalled him telling you, and now that was obvious to you. Your words clearly have an effect on his performance. Encouraging him to lick and suck your clit with vigor. His moans vibrate your core pushing you further towards the edge of your impending orgasm.

Withdrawing his face from your pulsating cunt, Calvin lays his face on your thigh. Hastily replacing his tongue with his fingers and continuing the same motions. Seemingly mesmerized by his own actions Calvin stares at your pussy while speaking to you, “Yeah? You like when I pay attention to you?” His words came out wobbly like he was the one being pleasured.

Using all the strength you could muster you tried to really look at him like this. Face flush red leading down to his neck, your slick covering most of his chin, that one vein popping out of his temple. Never before Calvin have you seen a man look so determined to please.

“Mhm Yes, God Calvin, I love it when you pay attention to me,” you groaned.

“Good because I’ll be doing a lot more of it now.” going back in for another taste, he is like a man possessed. Calvin has always been an attentive man, inside and outside the bedroom and it was clear he was trying to prove something to you at this moment.

“Fuck I’m so close Calvin,” you warned.

He broke away from your pussy for a second time, “Yeah, you gonna come all over my face honey?”

You could no longer keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut tight. You wanted to say something- anything in response but the words failed you, opting to nod your head quickly.

“Do it sweetheart, come for me, please,” he coaxed, playing with your clit at the same steady pace he had been previously.

That was all it took for you to come, nearly collapsing into Calvin's arms. He held you upright as your orgasm overtook you. His praise continued as you came down from your high, “You're such a good little wife for me, that’s it honey, come just like that.”

After a few moments calming your breathing you decided to be brave and attempt to move on your own. You joined Calvin down on the floor, sitting in his lap. Letting out a sigh as you came back to your senses, “Fuck me.”

“I would but I'm afraid I may have gotten a little overly excited,” Calvin laughed. You took notice of what he was referring to, a large wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

“Well I’m glad that took care of itself because I don’t know I would have had any energy to help you with it, you drained me.” You jested, but really you weren’t sure your brain was working properly enough to think, let alone suck Calvin off.

The both of you sat in a peaceful moment of silence after that, fixing the others' wrecked appearance. You realized that these were the moments you missed most when Calvin left, simply basking in each other's presence - even if nothing extraordinarily romantic was happening.

“You know when you want me to spend more time with you all you have to do is ask, right?” he broke the silence while brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You know it would be a lot easier to ask you if you weren’t constantly away working or rowing, right?” you asked with the same cadence as him.

That made him giggle, “Fair point, I promise not to let my neurotic ways keep me away from you ever again.” You planted a quick peck in his lips at that, delighted to hear him say it. “In the meantime is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”

You pretended to be deep in thought about his question, furrowing your brows together and tapping your pointer finger on your chin. “How about sitting down and eating the breakfast I’ve worked so hard on with me?”

Calvin moved from underneath you, causing a frown to appear on your face. He stood up and reached a hand down, inviting you to grab it and pull yourself up. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he smiled, pulling up two chairs to the dining table.

[gothicgaycowboy]

Lew character’s letterboxd top 4

Just though this would a fun idea, I’ll definitely be doing other characters in the future <3

bob: star wars, dead poets society, walk the line, up.

rhett: no country for old men, mad max fury road, logan, stand by me.

calvin: mikey and nicky, blade runner, inside llewyn davis, the panic in needle park.

miles: before sunrise, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, walle, good will hunting.

harrison: raging bull, aftersun, boogie nights, sound of metal.

[gothicgaycowboy]

𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑹𝒀

*𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 ✸ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✸ 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✸ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✸

[gothicgaycowboy]

hotd boys letterboxd top 4

This was fun to think about <3

aegon: alien, trainspotting, superbad, shrek.

aemond: halloween, rushmore, fight club, goodfellas.

jace: the dark knight, the nice guys, when harry met sally, spider-man into the spidervese.

[gothicgaycowboy]

𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

★𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧★

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

✦ please please me you persuade calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

★𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢★

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✦ letterboxd top 4

[gothicgaycowboy]

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

★𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧★

𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔

✦ accidentally breaking aegon’s nose by riding his face

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✦ nsfw alphabet

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

✦ bf!aegon

★𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬★

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✦ nsfw alphabet

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

✦ bf!jace

★𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝★

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

✦make him tick you make aemond’s longtime librarian fantasy come to life.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✦ nsfw alphabet

★𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢★

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✦ letterboxd top 4

[gothicgaycowboy]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

★𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞★

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

✦ yuck eddie agrees to entering a purely physical relationship with his long time crush you. the is is how you liked it, no connections, no romance, no strings. but what if eddie was different?

✦ dirty little secret you find eddie’s actual secret stash.

𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔

✦ bsf!eddie finding out you have nipple piercings

★𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞★

★𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞★

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

✦ an extra hand after being married for three years you and steve have been struggling with your relationship (particularly the physical side) and decided to get an expert in the mix.

[gothicgaycowboy]

an extra hand

relationship therapist!Eddie Munson x f!reader x husband!Steve Harrington

word count: 5.5k

summary: after being married for three years you and Steve have been struggling with your relationship (particularly the physical side) and decided to get an expert in the mix.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, a threesome (duh), sub reader, m/m action, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, use of pet names, dirty talk, daddy kink, one spank, very inappropriate use of a therapist, pull out method, slight marriage angst, mentions of bisexual reader, no use of y/n.

A/N: this is very briefly proof read because I wanted to get it out before I go on my vacation, so sorry for any mistakes I may have made. hope you enjoy<3

Steve was the perfect boyfriend. He adored you like no one else had ever done before. Taking you out on romantic dates almost every week, looking after you when you were sick, and most importantly he got along well with your friends.

When you had first gotten together you remember them warning you of the reputation Steve had, of course you defended that he was no longer that person. You were so grateful to have met him after his whole ‘King Steve’ phase had ended. He often repeated the phrase to you that if he were ever to return to his old ways you had his full permission to slap him.

The more your friends watched you together the more supportive they became. Even going as far as placing bets on when the wedding would be. And as it would turn out it was much sooner than they imagined.

After a mere two years of dating Steve proposed. You had spent most of the day in bed, soaking in the sunlight that peaked from behind the curtains when it hit him, he needed to ask you now. Steve could never be sure what it was about that day, but something about watching you lie peacefully in his arms just told him he didn’t want to spend another moment without you as his wife.

Those were the days.

If only you knew how soon things would begin to go downhill.

It started out with the wedding planning. Since Steve had been busy picking up extra shifts at work so all the planning was left to you. Everything was so expensive and you definitely didn’t have enough money to hire an actual wedding planner to do it all for you. The day that was said to be the most important of your life was starting to look like the most stressful, and with no Steve to rely on you spiraled quickly.

After 2 straight months of watching you stress Steve decided to intercept, insisting you just skip out on the whole traditional wedding and elope instead. Thus your first big fight was born. “Elope…? Elope, Steven?” You only called him Steven when you were pissed. “You think I’ve spent two months picking through affordable venues, dealing with your family who hate me, and researching what flowers go with what themes – with no help from you by the way – just for you to decide it’s too much and want to suddenly elope?”

He could almost see the anger radiating from you. “Hey, now you know that is not fair. I would be here helping you everyday if I didn't have to work.” Steve tried his best to sound calm despite feeling defensive.

“I work too Steve,” your voice began to raise, “Seven hours and then I come home only to work more so that we can have this stupid wedding!” You could feel your emotions getting the best of you and you didn’t know how to stop it.

“Oh so the wedding is stupid now, huh? Then why don't we just call it off then!” The words left Steve's lips before he could even think twice about it.

The brunette boy watched as your face morphed from anger to sadness. “W-what?” your voice shook.

An instant wave of regret washed over him. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t mea-” he was cut off by you.

“Fuck you Steve,” You ran off to your bedroom before Steve could stop you, locking the door behind you.

Your fiance waited outside the bedroom door for 3 hours, knocking occasionally to see if you would respond but the only thing he could hear was your sniffling. Nausea bubbled in Steve's stomach knowing that he was the one who made you cry. He was supposed to be the one to comfort you in moments of turmoil, not make them worse.

Four hours later you finally realized you needed to leave your room, if not to hear Steve out then to at least use the bathroom. Opening the door you saw him huddled down where the door once was. As soon as he noticed the wood was no longer holding him up he stood to come face to face with you. “Hi,” your voice was barely audible.

Steve almost began to tear up to see that you weren’t making eye contact with him. “Hi baby, can we sit down and talk, please?”

You nodded your head briefly, “Sure,”

Following behind Steve you took a seat on the brown leather couch across from him. “I just need you to know I didn’t mean what I said at all. I got defensive when you called the wedding stupid and I know that doesn’t excuse what I said in the slightest but I was upset and when I'm upset I tend to say dumb shit without thinking. I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on you and I really am fucking sorry sweetheart.” Steve rambled but you could tell by the crease of concern in his eyebrows he was being sincere.

“So does that mean you still want to marry me?” your voice waved with insecurity.

Your fiance's eyes softened at your words. He reached for the hand that you were fidgeting with in your lap, taking it into his own. “Are you kidding me baby? I want to marry you so bad it makes me look stupid – well stupider than I usually look.”

A smile broke free on your face at his joke. “You’re not stupid Stevie,” you crawled closer to him, nearly seated in his lap. “You should know that by now.”

“Well I guess I can’t disagree with the smartest woman I know,” he teased.

You caved to his cheesy one liner, pulling him into a hug. No matter what happened it always felt good to be completely surrounded by him. Your fiance.

Steve murmured his next words into the crook of your neck, “You know I only suggested eloping because I was worried about you, right? I know you have been working really hard on the wedding planning but I just hate seeing you so stressed.”

“I know, I’m sorry for getting so defensive about it.”

“No, hey I get it, you don't need to apologize. Whatever you want to do I will support you one hundred percent.” His hands moved to massage up and down the expanse of your back.

“Y’know what,” you exhaled, pulling out of the hug. “Fuck it let’s do it.”

Steve's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Do what?”

“Let’s elope, screw the big fancy wedding. As long as I have you I’m the happiest woman in the world.”

Steve smiled softly at you, wrapping his arms around the back of your neck. “You really mean that?”

You leaned in, your nose meeting Steve’s. “Of course I do.”

Tucking yourself into bed that night your mind was finally at ease thinking that would be the end of your problems– at least for a while. But in reality that was just the start of it all.

It wasn’t like your relationship transformed into a brawling cage match all of a sudden. You had your honeymoon, which consisted of spending time locked away in Steve's family cabin christening every surface of the house with sex.

You lived in bliss for a few weeks before it was clear that was not how your lives would stay. Moving in together created more problems than anticipated.

Steve wasn’t a complete slob but he definitely didn’t live up to your standards of cleanliness. It was also abundantly clear he grew up rich, never bothering to think about washing dishes or dusting unless you asked him to. He did learn eventually that there was no magic being living in your cupboards to do these things for him and start pitching in which you were thankful for. But this was small potatoes compared to everything else.

You two had never been adults together. Technically sure you started dating at the age of maturity but that didn’t make you adults. You both lived at home with part time jobs and friends you still hung out with from high school. You had responsibilities but not enough they took over all your free time, now you were lucky if you had enough time to sit down and have dinner together. Paying for rent at your own place meant full time jobs and almost none of your days off matched up.

Worst of all you started to feel neglected, and not just romantically. You understood how busy and exhausted you both were after a long day, and the last thing you needed was a night on the town, but your sex was starting to feel stale. Steve never failed to get the job done but it really was starting to feel like a job. You didn’t experiment and anytime you suggested something new he either shot you down or said he was too tired for all that.

You began to wonder if maybe this was all your fault. Were you not sexy to him anymore? Did you need to try harder? Maybe buy some new lingerie with money you couldn’t afford to spend? It felt like you two were a sad old married couple in your early twenties. It was pathetic.

All these things mixed together felt like too much a boulder to carry around with you forever so you decided to share your solution with Steve. “A shrink for sex?”

You exhaled aggressively through your nostril at his tone. “Do you really have to say it like that? First of all it’s a sex and relationship therapist, they help with all kinds of things, not just sex, and second of all I’m just saying things have clearly changed around here for the worse and it wouldn’t kill us to get an outside opinion.”

You could see the cogs turning in all the wrong directions in Steve’s mind. “So I’m not good enough for you anymore is that it?”

“How is that what you take away from all I’ve said?” You had to fight your voice from getting louder. “We can’t even agree anymore on how to get help, that’s how much we need this.” Steve’s shoulders shrunk down, the look of frustration was replaced by a sadness in his eyes. You walked over to wear he was seated on the couch, reaching to pull his hands into your as you sunk down onto the floor below him, making eye contact with your husband.

“You can’t say you haven’t noticed it too. I love you Steve, more than anybody has ever loved anyone, but everyone needs extra help sometimes and for us I think the best thing to do would be to get it over with now rather than wait for it to ruin all that we’ve worked for.” Tears started filling your eyes at the truth in your words. That was your real fear, losing Steve forever.

His head nodded lightly, rubbing the skin of your right hand with the pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry I know, these past few years have been shitty to both of us. I just feel like going to get help is just going to make me feel worse, like this is all my fault.”

“Oh Steve, that’s exactly why we need this.” You shook his hands lightly in your own. “I've been sitting around blaming myself for all our problems and the only way to stop thinking this way is by getting a professional to help us.”

Steve exhales with defeat.“You’re right. I don’t wanna risk losing you over all these little things.”

Ease filled your body at his agreement with your proposal. “Thank you.”

A few moments of silence passed by, each of you wiping away tears and rubbing your noses.

“This guy isn’t gonna ask me the size of my dick or anything, right?” If there was one thing Steve was great at it was lightning the mood.

“No Steve, I don’t think a trained professional is going to ask you how big your dick is.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want him to feel emasculated by me or anything.”

You rolled your eyes despite the giggles falling from your lips. “Alright, don’t get cocky now.”

From your spot in the comfortable waiting room chair you took in the sight of the walls which were decorated with pastel abstract paintings. You had never been to a therapist's office before but from what you’d seen in movies and tv it was pretty standard.

The night after your last argument you both sat down and flipped through the phonebook, looking at all the possible options for couples therapy before settling on this one, Munson and associates. It was a relatively small office with five separate trained professionals and you found out that Dr.Munson was the one who specialized in couples/sex therapy.

“Mr and Mrs Harrington?” The pretty receptionist called making both your and Steve’s head turn. Your husband pulls your hand into his lap. “He’s ready for you.”

Initially you were a bit hesitant about having a male therapist, worrying he would side with Steve about everything and leave you in the dust, but you realized this was a profoundly stupid thought. There were no sides to take, and just because he's a man doesn’t mean he will only agree with your husband.

The office was located at the end of a long hallway. Entering the doorway you were barely able to comprehend the decor before you were distracted by the gorgeous man sitting in a large leather chair seated opposite a couch made for two. His hair was shoulder length, long brown curls cascading all the way down to his perfect jaw. Big brown eyes surrounded by round, thin, silver framed glasses. He was wearing a white button down shirt (it looked one or two sizes too small to you) and black slacks that showed off the massive bul –

“Baby? This is Doctor Munson.” Steve cut off your train of thought. Steve, your husband, who you love. God, what the hell was wrong with you?

You shook yourself out of disgusting thoughts long enough to notice the man you were previously ogling had stood up to shake your hand. “Sorry Doctor, I must still be tired. It’s nice to meet you.” You reached for his open hand.

He laughed it off, returning the handshake with a firm grasp. “That’s alright, and please just call me Eddie.” You found yourself being sucked into his soft gaze. You didn't know anyone could have bigger puppy eyes than Steve. “Take a seat.” He extended his arm, gesturing to the couch on the opposite side of the dark wood coffee table.

Your body moved without you guiding it, shrinking into the brown leather, thigh to thigh with Steve – your beautiful Steve. In all your years together you had never been compelled to leer at anyone else, Steve had taken up one hundred percent of your attention – even through your recent rough patch, so what the hell was so special about this guy?

Eddie pulled out a small notepad from the desk next to him. “So, tell me what brings you here?”

“Long story,” Steve starts, “Basically we've been married for three years now and things are all just piling up on us. We haven’t had really good sex in months.”

“Steve!” You chastised his bluntness, cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“No this is helpful,” Eddie chimed in, scribbling notes with his pen. “Go on Steve, what do you mean by really good sex?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, it just feels like there’s something missing lately.”

You let out an irritated huff at his words. “I’m not taking the blame for that one. I’ve been trying to suggest different ways to spice things up and he always shoots me down like it’s the worst idea he’s ever heard.”

“Please speak to Steve when addressing your concerns you have with him.” Eddie corrected, it sent a strange tingle down your spine the way his tone changed.

“I never said it was your fault,” Your husband rubbed at his temples. “And I don’t say no because I think they’re bad ideas, I say no because I’m exhausted.”

“Then maybe don’t fuck me when you’re exhasted Steve! It’s like I’m a goddamn chore for you to take care of before you pass out.” The all too familiar expression of guilt passed by your husband's features. “How do you think that makes me feel, hm? Like shit Steve.”

“This is good! Steve, how does what your wife says make you feel?”

“Not fucking great.” He admits. “I don’t want to be the reason you feel like shit but I just have gotten it in my head that if I don’t do it I’ll be neglecting you or something.”

“That’s not the only way you can neglect me, ya know…”

“Would you care to elaborate on that?” Eddie asked.

“We just never get to spend any time together anymore — and don’t talk about work because you know it’s more than that. I’m trying, okay? I have been trying but at this point I just feel like a burden to you.” You bared your soul to your husband in front of a complete stranger. “Do you even find me attractive anymore?”

Steve turned to face you only. “What kind of question is that? You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m attracted to you!” He defended, face growing red. “I just…I feel like you always want more than just I can give you and it makes me feel selfish for keeping you to myself.”

Shock washed over your face like a crashing wave. “W-what? Why haven’t you ever said this before?”

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was trying to find a way out of this. I know you better than anyone and that means I can tell when something is off. You can’t tell me you haven’t felt it too, there’s something missing now and I think it’s another person.”

The pace of your heart picked up rapidly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You want us to fuck someone else?”

“Would that really be the worst idea? I’ve noticed out of all the ways to spice things up you never bring up threesomes, I know it’s because you think it’ll hurt my fragile ego but also because that's what you really want. Am I wrong?”

He wasn’t. Though you’d never had eyes for anyone else while you were together that didn’t mean the idea of a threesome never crossed your mind. Cheating on Steve was never an option, but fucking someone with Steve? That was a whole other ballpark.

You and Steve were both very open about your sexual preferences when you first met, being the first person each of you confided in each other about your individual bisexuality. There would always be certain things one of you couldn’t do for the other because of your gender. It’s not like either of you had a big chance to explore these things before you got together – you even less so than Steve.

You shook your head at his question. “I still want to be with you more than I want to bring someone else in our relationship, but I won’t lie and say the thought never crossed my mind. I just haven’t found anyone good enough to warrant bringing up the question.”

“You think I didn't notice the way you were looking at Eddie when we walked in here?” Your cheeks warm with his allegations. Were you really that obvious? Before you could defend yourself Steve spoke up again. “It’s alright, I was thinking the same way you were.”

You could feel the damp patch in your underwear grow wetter at his words. “Really?”

“Not something I’d joke about.” His voice was sultry and smooth, it was the same tone he used in the bedroom.

You glanced up to gauge Eddie’s reaction, fearing he might be uncomfortable with you and Steve objectifying him like he wasn’t even in the room. His grip tightening on the arm of his chair, face flush with heat, eyes darkened and glued to where your husband sat. He liked it. He really liked it.

Your gaze wandered back to Steve, eyeing up the therapist with a glint of mischief on his face. “What do you think Doc?” His hand landed on your thigh, caressing the bare skin under your skirt.

Time slowed like molasses running through an hourglass. The clock on the wall of the office taunting you. Tick, tick, tick. “I think it’s my job to make sure your problems are dealt with in any way necessary, and if this is the way you think will help I’m happy to oblige.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. This had to be some kind of sick dream. “Wait, hold on. Isn't this illegal?” Sure you were turned on but not enough to get someone locked up for.

“Considered highly unethical, yes, but not illegal and it’s not everyday I get two incredibly attractive clients asking me to have a threesome. Besides if this is really what you want I can recommend you a separate relationship therapist that way we won’t be doing anything ‘immoral’ if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He stood up from his chair, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. “Now, do we want to continue discussing the ethics of this or is one of you gonna get over here and help me deal with this?” The bulge in his slacks had grown noticeably since the session started.

You and Steve rushed over to the other side of the table taking your respective spots kneeling down in front of the therapist. Eddie smirked down at the two of you, his hands cupped both of your jaws to direct your eyes to him. He looked between the two of you assessing you, like he was trying to answer a question. Eddie undid his belt slowly, tugging open on the button on his slacks. “I think you should go first sweetheart, show your hubby here how it’s done.”

You were at a loss for words at the sudden change in Eddie's attitude. His dominant side showing through in a way you had never seen Steve’s. Turning your head you looked to Steve for approval, it was clear as day. You nodded dumbly up at Eddie, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“Good.” He freed himself from the confines of his pants completely. Bare skin now visible to the both of you. Although Steve had the most perfect cock in your mind Eddie had to be the closest second possible. Thick and long from top to bottom, throbbing vein pulsing right down the middle and the prettiest shade of pink. What caught you off guard was the shiny metal barbell pierced through the tip. You needed to know how it felt.

“Don’t waste my time here baby, you know what to do.” Never one that needed to be told twice you moved upright, hand gripping the base of his cock to pull into your waiting mouth. You grazed the tip against your tongue, taking in the taste first – fresh and clean. Circling your tongue around the metal piercing you toyed with it. “Yeah, fuck,” at the sound of Eddie’s groan you became more eager to please, tugging him further into your mouth.

“So well trained, hm?” He glanced towards Steve whose mouth was now gapped at the sight before him. “You teach her all this big boy?” When the words finally seemed to compute Steve nodded. The sound of you working away on Eddie’s throbbing cock filled the room. “So generous of you to share.”

You knew what Steve liked when you were blowing him: focus on the tip, wrap your hands around what you can’t fit in your mouth, be slow and steady about it etc. But you considered this a time to experiment. What was the point of this if you weren't going to try something new? Your hands reached up to cup his heavy balls as you continued deep throating the rest of him. Eddie gasped at your actions. “You trying to make me cum already? Bad girl,” He yanked your hair, tugging you off him completely. You groaned at the loss.

“Gotta let your hubby have a turn don’t we?” His hip pushed towards Steve’s face, cock dripping with your spit. “Give it a try big boy.” Your husband might have been more eager than you as it turned out. He wasted no time crawling to the hard member and shoveling it towards his waiting mouth, licking around the shaft until he was brave enough to suck the rest of it in. You never thought watching your husband suck cock would turn you on so much but here you are. Your hips moved at their own accord to the slick sounds, rubbing your clothed cunt against the carpeted floor.

Eddie’s hands roamed into Steve’s silky locks tugging him down till his face met the base of his cock. Your husband gagged around it but still continued his previous movements. “Shit, quick learner,” The therapist moaned. Like a reflex you reached out to rub Steve’s hard-on through his jeans.

“Looks like someone wants attention, pretty boy,” At Eddie’s words Steve pulled off him, hands taking over what he couldn’t use his mouth for.

“You feeling neglected over there baby?”

You put your best puppy eyes on display. “Yes daddy,” You whined.

Eddie let out an enthusiastic sigh at the name. “Christ I didn’t know you two got down like that.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about us.” You giggled.

“Get to the couch.” Eddie ordered with a devious smile on his lips. Both you and Steve practically jumped across the room. Sat on opposite ends you waited as patiently as you could for further instructions. “Now, take off each other's clothes.”

It wasn’t so much a taking as it was a tearing. You weren’t sure how exactly you were going to come out of this office looking half as put together as you walked in but in the moment you couldn’t care less. Clearly Eddie was enjoying the view.

“God, you're both so desperate for this.” He gripped his cock in his hands with emphasis. You and Steve mewed at him. “Baby I want you on your stomach over the edge of the couch — yeah that’s it, push your ass out for us, and you daddy go put her nice little mouth to use.”

Once you were both in position Eddie made his way over to the couch, shedding his clothes as he came closer and closer, keeping you on the edge of your seat. He kneeled behind you rubbing his hands across your bare ass. “Fucking beautiful.” He smacked the fat, making you jolt.

“I don’t mean to keep you waiting Stevie I just gotta get a taste before we get into this.” He dove head first into your pussy, spreading your lips apart with his fingers, sucking at your clit.

“Fuck!” You squealed. “So fucking good, oh my god—” Your gaze fixed on Steve as you praised Eddie. He looked down at you hungrily, cock leaking in front of you.

“Why don’t you give him a hand darling?” You followed Eddie’s advice, licking your way up to the precum covered head. Eddie continued his assault on your cunt as you sucked Steve off like you knew he loved.

“Always so good to me,” Steve growled. You lit up at his praise like a Christmas tree. Nothing felt as good as Steve’s appreciation.

Just as you were getting into the rhythm of it Eddie stopped. He cut off your half formed complaint. “It’s okay sweetheart, I’m gonna give you something so much better.” His cock rubbed against your wet folds.

“Yes, please,” you begged, mouth still partially stuffed with your husband's cock.

“I won’t make you wait for it.” With that he thrusted himself inside you in one smooth motion making you cry out in pleasure at the full feeling. You had become accustomed to Steve’s size over the years so taking Eddie was easier but it still was quite the stretch. His balls slapped at your clit as he began moving inside you.

His hands pulled at your hips forcing you to meet his every movement at the same pace. As you bobbed your head up and down Steve’s length, his hips began moving on their own. You were stuck in the middle of the world's hottest Eiffel Tower.

You’d never felt more in sync with anyone the way you had with the two of them in that moment. The sound of skin slapping filled the office, which if you weren’t so completely blissed out would have worried you that someone might. You gripped onto your husband's hips pushing him further into you as you continued to be plowed from behind.

You felt yourself being pushed further and further to the peak of your orgasm. Brows pinching together as your moans reverberated against Steve’s cock. “You gonna cum for us baby?” Steve asked.

You let out a noise as close as you could get to a yes. Eddie and Steve began to simultaneously praise you over the edge.

“Come on, cum for us baby, you know you want to.”

“You’ve been such a good girl for us.”

“I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

Eddie’s hands reached out to tug on your nipples sending you to your peak.Your eyes rolled back as your cunt clenched in pleasure. Orgasm washing over you like a monsoon wave. Your body gave out below you, head falling onto the arm rest.

When you were finally able to come back down to earth you could barely make out what the guys were talking about.

“Steve I need you to tell me when you’re close,” Eddie panted as sweat dripped from his torso, he was still fucking up into your collapsed body.

“Fuck I’m getting there,” his thumb rubbed across his you cheek, checking to make sure you were okay. You mustered all the strength left in your body to give him a faint smile.

“Okay come stand by me.”

Steve coplied, cock in hand, jerking himself off as stepped next to Eddie. The curly haired therapist gently pulled out of you, pushing you so that you were sitting upright against the back of the couch.

You were now fully alert to what was about to happen. Eddie’s hands traveled to Steve’s saliva coated cock, replacing his hand with Eddie’s own. Your husband followed suit, jerking Eddie off at the same speed.

“You alright with this baby?” Eddie’s tone filled with genuine emotion.

“Mhm,” you whimpered out.

And just like that you watched in complete awe as Steve leaned down to kiss Eddie passionately, both men still working each other's pulsing rods. Their chests rose and fell faster than they previously had. They were close.

You figured with how kindly they encountered you before it was only fair that you returned the favor now. “Fuck I want you both to cum on me so bad, please daddy, please doctor Munson?” You used your best innocent voice for this. Men were easy like that, no matter what they were into their knees always buckled at a sweet little voice.

In perfect sync, cum spurted from each other red tips, painting your face and chest in thick lines of cum. The warm liquids dripped down your body like icing on a fresh cake.

The two men pulled away from each other to admire their work. “I wish I had my fucking camera on me right now.”

“Me too.” Eddie grinned.

After a few moments a logical thought came to you. “We should probably clean up before the next session shows up.”

Eddie turns towards the clock on the opposite wall. “Shit you’re right.”

Each of you rushed to collect your discarded clothes, you reached for the box of tissue to wipe yourself down before tugging your now slightly ripped clothes back on.

All of you collected yourselves surprisingly swiftly. Ten minutes left to spare before his next client. Sure your hair was still a bit of a mess and the crotch of your underwear was completely in tatters but this is as good as you were going to get.

“Well, uh, I guess that’s it then.” Steve said, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

You followed your husband's lead, walking towards the door. “Wait!” Eddie stopped both of you in your tracks. He tabs to his desk pulling out a card and writing on it in a rush. Walking over to you he hands it to you two. “This is the other couples therapist I recommended earlier.”

Steve flipped the small rectangular card over to read the other side. “Oh and that’s my home phone number, ya know, in case you wanna ever do this again.” He smiled at you.

You and Steve returned the gesture to each other, knowing you were thinking the exact same thing. You would be giving him a call very soon.

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