#stepdaddy daemon

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Burned Masterlist

Pairing: Modern!Stepdaddy!Daemon Targaryen x College-Aged!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stepcest, Eventual Smut, more warnings added later

Plot: Your absentee mother dies, leaving Daemon with a stepdaughter he didn’t know he had. Daemon realized upon meeting you that you presented him with a challenge and a fire to rival his own. You know what they say about fighting fire with fire? You get burned. Will you burn?

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Burned - Chapter Two

Pairing: Modern!Stepdaddy!Daemon Targaryen x College-Aged!Fem!Reader, Slight Aemond x Reader (plot device only)

Warnings: Stepcest, Slight Smut, more warnings added later

Plot: Your absentee mother dies, leaving Daemon with a stepdaughter he didn’t know he had. Daemon realized upon meeting you that you presented him with a challenge and a fire to rival his own. You know what they say about fighting fire with fire? You get burned. Will you burn?

Your eyes flew open when you registered what you were just dreaming of. You pressed your thighs together; the pulsing sensation would not be so easily satiated. You mentally scolded yourself for dreaming of him in that way. You now needed a shower, to clean yourself of the sweat and arousal your dream had caused.

You went downstairs after your shower to get the cup of coffee you desperately needed when you saw him about to walk out the door. Your eyes ran over him, checking out how the suit fit his body. To you, he looked like a sexy professor. You were so entranced with these thoughts that you forgot that you came downstairs in a cropped tank top and short shorts, both garments hugged your body like a second skin. Daemon cursed to himself as he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

You went downstairs after your shower to get the cup of coffee you desperately needed when you saw him about to walk out the door. Your eyes ran over him, checking out how the suit fit his body. To you, he looked like a sexy professor. You were so entranced with these thoughts that you forgot that you came downstairs in a cropped tank top and short shorts, both garments hugged your body like a second skin. Daemon cursed to himself as he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

He then smirked at you, “Why don’t you give daddy a goodbye kiss?” He tapped his cheek twice.

You glared at him and scoffed, “You’d really like that, wouldn’t you, Old Man? Go to work already so you don’t ruin my whole day.” You moved away from his sight as you head to the kitchen to get your drink. Daemon chuckled to himself as he closed the front door and headed to his car.

Later that day you put on your favorite plaid skirt that hugged you comfortably paired with a black long sleeve shirt, black thigh high socks, and platform Doc Marten’s. You planned to check out the bookstore that was a ten-minute walk away. You grabbed your small black purse and headed out.

The bookstore was quiet and relaxing. You smiled at the woman working the counter, probably the owner, and looked up at the signs above the shelves. As you walked leisurely through the store, you kept your eyes up on the signs above as you looked for the romance section.

“What are you looking for?” You hear from behind you. You turn around and you meet the eye of a man you reminded you a lot of the man who is currently riddling your mind. He, like Daemon, was very tall and very handsome with a charming smirk. They both had the same silvery blonde hair. While he reminded you a lot of Daemon, you knew he was not him. Your bratty demeanor had vanished and heat rose to your cheeks and ears.

“I’m looking for the, uh, romance section.” You say meekly.

He chuckled before pointing in the direction of the shelves that held the genre of books you were looking for.

“Thank you for your help.” You said smiling at him.

He nodded and smiled back before saying, “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t help a woman who seemed to need help?”

You lightly laughed at his joke, “I’m Y/N. I’m new to town.”

“Aemond.” Fuck, even his name was similar to the name of the man your brain was sub-consciously lusting over.  “Would it be possible for me get your phone number? I’d like to get to know you better.” You smiled and held out your hand for his phone to input your number in his contact.

Aemond had to leave after you gave him your number, but you soon received a text from him and the two of you had been talking since. After picking out the book you wanted, you left and made your way back to the house. You had leftover take out for lunch and spent the rest of the day in your room.

The hours passed by quickly after lunch as you had changed into something more comfortable and laid in bed, reading your book. You only picked up your phone to answer a few texts from Aemond and some from you friends wondering how you were doing. Talking to Aemond was fun. The conversation flowed easily and Aemond seemed sweet.

You were so immersed in the conversation and your book that you hadn’t heard Daemon come home or the loud clanging of pots on the stove as he cooked. He wasn’t surprised he hadn’t seen you yet. He was surprised at the giggles he heard through your door as he went up to tell you dinner was ready. He liked the sounds of the giggles that left your lips, he wasn’t fond that they weren’t caused by him.

The knuckles of two of his fingers tapped on your door and he leaned closer to it to say, “Dinner is ready, love.” He heard shuffling from your room and took a step away from the door as you reached for the knob.

The two of you sat down for dinner, his eyes were on you from across the table and your eyes were on your phone. You smiled at the reply from Aemond and texted him back. Daemon watched as your thumb tapped the screen, jealousy filled him as he narrowed his eyes.

“What did you do today?” He asked, drawing your attention away from your phone.

You looked at him and scoffed, “Why?”

Daemon shrugged his shoulders, “Would you rather sit in the silence?”

“I’m rather talk to who I was before you interrupted.” You said, thumb finally pressing send.

“And, pray tell, who are you talking to? One of your friends from that school you apparently adore?” Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him again. As your eyes met one another, you felt the tension radiating in the space. He was challenging you as you had challenged him.

You cocked your head to the side, setting your phone down and crossing your arms, “And, pray tell, why is that any of your business?” You mocked him.

“It’s my business what goes on in this house.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. That was such a bullshit excuse, but you quickly thought up a scheme to toy with him. “He’s not a friend from school.”

Daemon smirked at you, noticing your change in demeanor. “And where did you meet this friend not from school?”

“The bookstore.” You said with a shrug. “I suppose he’s only a friend for now. He’s coming over tomorrow to hang out.” This hadn’t been the truth, but Daemon didn’t know that. In fact, his smirk dropped.

“No.”

You quirked an eyebrow up, “No?”

“No. I won’t be allowing nonsense in my house.” Daemon’s eyes scanned you, looking for micro expressions.

You smirked at him, “And how would you know if I had a friend over?”

Daemon chuckled, “If you are finished, love, you may go back to your room unless you wish to spend more time with me.”

You clenched your teeth, scoffed and took your empty plate to the sink to wash it before placing it on the drying rack and stopping up to your room.

Chapter One - Masterlist - Chapter Three

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Burned - Chapter One

Pairing: Modern!Stepdaddy!Daemon Targaryen x College-Aged!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stepcest, Eventual Smut, more warnings added later

Plot: Your absentee mother dies, leaving Daemon with a stepdaughter he didn’t know he had. Daemon realized upon meeting you that you presented him with a challenge and a fire to rival his own. You know what they say about fighting fire with fire? You get burned. Will you burn?

In the car, it started to seem like Daemon was going to try to start a conversation with you, but you rolled your eyes and put your headphones that hung around your neck—a place where Daemon’s eyes also seemed to linger, unbeknownst to you—over your ears as you pressed play on your phone, Megan the Stallion’s song Megan’s Piano. The volume reached Daemon’s ears causing him to chuckle.

The two of you had spent a car ride like that, music with vulgar lyrics blasted from your headphones, reaching Daemon’s ears as you remained unaware that he was able to hear all of it. His interest was peaked when Lana Del Rey’s song You Could be the Boss rang through the speakers pressed over your ears. You paused your music as you reached for the handle of the car door when you heard him speak for the first time since you got into his car.

The two of you had spent a car ride like that, music with vulgar lyrics blasted from your headphones, reaching Daemon’s ears as you remained unaware that he was able to hear all of it. His interest was peaked when Lana Del Rey’s song You Could be the Boss rang through the speakers pressed over your ears. You paused your music as you reached for the handle of the car door when you heard him speak for the first time since you got into his car.

“I’ll have to show you to your room. You haven’t been here before.” This had been true. You had no reason to visit when your mother wanted you gone. His words did confuse you, but you had come up with a plan on the drive to the large house Daemon’s car was parked in front of. You were about to make Daemon’s life so hard that he would send you back to school until you earned your degree and were out of his hair forever.

You opened the car door and got out with an eye roll and a quick, “Whatever” before making your way to the trunk where Daemon had already beat you too, taking the pretty pink luggage out of it. He had refused to hand it over to you when you held out your hand. You rolled your eyes again, being forced to follow him. 

You had expected to lead you up the stairs to one of the guest rooms that you knew your mom would have set up. She loved to throw dinner parties and some of her friends would often stay the night, too drunk to drive home. The room was plain, empty, like a canvas waiting for a masterpiece. It was not the lavish guest room you had expected. You had expected the guest room because you felt just like that—a guest—but you didn’t know how to feel about this. You couldn’t tell if this meant that the tall, blonde man wanted you to feel like you were welcome enough there to manipulate the space into somewhere you would feel comfortable or if the space was made cold and essentially empty so that you would know just how unwanted you were. 

Your eyes narrow at the space, not saying anything as Daemon placed the luggage at the end of your new bed. He noticed you evaluating the space with critical eyes. He was amused at this as well.

“Do with the room what you wish. Have you eaten today?” He looked at you, one hand in his suit pocket as he asked you.

You stared at him blankly as you said, “No.” 

Daemon nodded in reply and said, “Well, it seems it has been a long day for the both of us. I’ll order take out.”

“Fine.” You said rolling your eyes, moving towards your luggage, signaling for him to leave.

You were irritated with the handsome man. He seemed smug and arrogant, exactly the type of man your mother would marry only to get bored of him and have flings. You were irritated that you thought he was so handsome. The look in his eyes should make you feel the way you do and you had began to hope that your bedroom door was able to lock and that the walls were thick.

You opened your luggage, only two suitcases and your carry-on. You had only packed the things you would need on break, mostly out of hope but also because there would be no way for you to bring everything you needed on the plane. Your roommate was your best friend, had been your best friend since your middle school years, so you trusted that if you were really not coming back to your university she’d send you things to you.

An hour later, your clothes were either hung up or folded in your dresser and your amenities were put in a similar way that you had placed them at school. You were just about to get your laptop out when you heard a knock at your door. 

“What?” You said, you tone displaying your irritation that was clear on your face once you opened your door.

“Dinner’s here, love. Just wanted to tell you.” He was now dressed in black joggers and a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps and pecs just right, a gold chain hanging from his neck, and a watch on his wrist that made his forearms look so nice. He watched your eyes glance over him before you rolled your eyes and pushed past him.

After you both filled your plates with food and sat down at the dinner table, you pulled out your phone and started to eat. You just wanted to eat in peace, but your clumsiness would not allow you to eat in your room, afraid of accidently spilling pork fried rice and orange chicken everywhere.

Daemon’s voice cut through the silence, “How was your fli—”

“Listen, Old Man. If I wanted to talk, I would have by now.” Your harsh voice cut him off, your eyes not meeting his.

Daemon raised his eyebrows. Old Man? He wasn’t young but he also sure as hell wasn’t old. 

“You should watch your tongue, little girl. I am your new daddy,” You front faltered for second. Him saying that should not have made you feel that way, “and this is my house. You are an adult, so you should do well to remember that it was not necessary for me to allow you to live here.” 

His gaze on you was cold and hard, but it made you feel like there was a heat dancing across your skin. He was right, but you were never going to admit that to him or yourself. 

“You could have let me stay at school.” You roll your eyes again. You made a note to yourself that you needed to try to stop as a headache was already settling in between your brows.

“That shit school is a waste of your time and my money.” Daemon said, his eyes now focusing on your movements. It felt like he was trying to read you, trying to know how to have the upper hand when he already did.

“It’s a great school and it’s my mother’s money.” You refute, glaring at him.

Daemon sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. His pecs showing through his shirt more than before and you fought yourself to keep from looking. “That school coddles you and is easy to bribe. It’s a shit school.”

“Whatever, Old Man.” You both sat in silence as you finished your dinner. You rinsed your plate off and put in the dishwasher before you headed to your room to grab all the things that you needed to take a shower. It had been a long day and you just wanted to relax.

Prologue Masterlist Chapter Two

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Burned - Prologue

Pairing: Modern!Stepdaddy!Daemon Targaryen x College-Aged!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stepcest, Eventual Smut, more warnings added later

Plot: Your absentee mother dies, leaving Daemon with a stepdaughter he didn’t know he had. Daemon realized upon meeting you that you presented him with a challenge and a fire to rival his own. You know what they say about fighting fire with fire? You get burned. Will you burn?

The private university you attended was nice for you. It reminded you of your days at boarding school, the pranks you and your friends pulled, while essentially harmless, were fun and the reprimand you received from it made you feel like someone actually cared about you. It was the opposite of how your mother made you feel when she ignored and abandoned you for the life she felt she deserved and the life she felt that you ruined.

It wasn’t a surprise to you that you heard about her marriage from someone else. In fact, you had bet it would only last a year. She hadn’t even bothered telling you that she was in a relationship. The man was probably an asshole who just married her for her money and she probably had other men she was seeing despite her recent nuptials. What did surprise you was your mother’s death.

It wasn’t a surprise to you that you heard about her marriage from someone else. In fact, you had bet it would only last a year. She hadn’t even bothered telling you that she was in a relationship. The man was probably an asshole who just married her for her money and she probably had other men she was seeing despite her recent nuptials. What did surprise you was your mother’s death.

Her husband hadn’t known of your existence until she died. The money your mother had spent to keep you away seemed like a waste to him. The semester was nearing its end, so he decided not to use the money left to him alone to pay for the tuition, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. He put in a transfer to the local university for your next semester and would allow you to live in your mother’s house until you got on your own feet. He, despite coming from money himself, made his own way—to some extent-- and he felt you should too. He technically was your stepfather after all.

You were pissed when you got the email from your school saying that your tuition for the next semester hadn’t been paid for, the bitch wanted you out of her hair so she should pay to keep you away, right? Granted, you would have found out weeks ago if you had bothered to check your student email more often.

The confusion about what to will happen next only started to settle when your phone pinged. Your phone screen lit up in your hand as you read the text preview from an unknown number, telling you that your flight back home was already scheduled and there would be an uber sent to your dorm to pick you up to take you to the airport.

The anger in you would not settle. You didn’t even know this man’s name and he was already trying to control you, trying to take away your freedom. You had gotten used to freedom in the absence of your mother. It was a reminder that everything came with a price. You were not used to going back to your mother’s house over the break between semesters, she would rather you stayed far away from her and you would rather stay in your dorm, reading or doing some other activity. This was college now, so you couldn’t pull the pranks you used to nor were there any interesting parties around.

You packed all you needed that night as your flight was early in the morning, like the man purposely pissing you off more. What kind of college student enjoyed getting up early when they stayed awake all night? Not you, that’s for sure. The flight felt long for you, you never truly felt comfortable on airplanes.

After getting off the plane and finding your luggage, you stared at your phone waiting for it to ping with information from the uber you expected the man to send, but instead you head a throat clear in front of you. You look up and see a tall man, dressed in a suit with bright blonde hair done up like James Dean. You stared at the man for a second before narrowing your eyes, giving the man a look of disdain. You didn’t know the man or what he wanted.

“Can I help you?” You voice jagged as you spoke, trying to sound like you weren’t someone to fuck with.

The man just looked you up and down, perhaps staring a second too long at the slight cleavage that peaked out from the cropped tank top you paired with yoga pants, a cropped sweatshirt, and your Fila’s. He then smirked when meeting your eyes, “I’m Daemon Targaryen. Your stepfather.”

Masterlist Chapter One

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multi fic modern stepdaddy daemon perhaps?