#the poll results are in

[arcielee]

Pay No Mind

Summary: Modern!FemaleReader has a delightful sex dream. Paring: AegonTargaryen x Modern!FemReader Word Count: 2077 Warnings:  Hints of voyeurism (thank you honey for this), oral (male receiving), p in v.  Author's Note:  So, this did not win the poll results, but gods help me, it was in the lead for a while, so I took initiative and started writing this. But then, the poll ended and it did not win. Anyway, here is this one-shot you technically did not ask for. ♥ A huge thank you to my beta readers @f4ll-for-you @aspen-carter @squirmhoney Seriously, I cannot thank you enough for your time to read over, share your insight and criticisms to help me be a better author.  This is going to be a one-shot, but who knows? It is me, after all. A feral raccoon with a keyboard.  Taglist (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aemondx @fan-goddess​ Series: This is a one-shot in the same AU as Call It Dreaming

It had to be a dream, or perhaps all the champagne your friends filled you with that night, but either way you could not deny what you saw in front of your eyes.

Aegon fucking Targaryen.

He was seated on a settee that was placed in front of his bed, wearing a silk robe that was spilling off his shoulders; one of his hands was gripped onto the velvet edge while his other tangled into the red curls of the faceless girl, who was on her knees and seated between his thighs. 

You watched them with bated breath, your eyes wide to take them in.

The lewd sounds, the bobbing of her head was indication enough of the fellatio he was receiving. Aegon was beautiful, but his inattention was apparent. His head peered down at her, his silver waves spilling and framing his pale features, a contrast to the dark circles beneath his eyes. There was the hint of a smile, a half-hearted hum that spilled from his mouth as an encouragement for her to continue, and his gaze looked up and fell to you. 

And then you saw it, the glimmer of his beautiful lavender eyes, followed by a smirk that splayed onto his lips.

His eyes remained on you and he grew louder, almost obscene with his groans and in return, it renewed her vigor with the act. His smirk spread and he bit into his bottom lip; his eyes did not leave you until he tightened his hold on her curls, her choked gag mixing with his guttural goan.  

You could not tear your eyes away from the carnal act, your own arousal pooling between your thighs and your tongue wet your parted lips. You watched the bob of his neck, how his head tilted back as he almost laughed with a visible shudder of his release. Then his attention returned to you and you felt your thighs clenched with anticipation. 

Aegon stood abruptly and the red head fell back; the front of her gown had been torn open and her breasts spilled as she fell onto the cobblestone with a squeak of surprise. He then reached to grab hold of her tresses and dragged her towards the door, his eyes still mindful of you.

“Your grace?” She gasped, staggering steps to keep with his gate. 

He said nothing to her and reached for the handle, opening and pushing her through the door frame; you heard her cry out again as she spilled into the corridor. 

You were unable to see who he spoke to when he commanded, “Return her to wherever she came from and no one else is to disturb me.” 

Aegon then closed the door, turning to face you and reaching for the sash to knot around his waist; his robe remained open at his chest and his chiseled, pale planes peaking through. “Well, little minx,” he moved towards you, close enough for you to feel the breath of his words. “How did you manage to get into my chambers, unseen?”

It was a valid question. Only earlier, your friends announced it to be a girl’s night, a new beginning to wash away the remnants of the heartbreak from a messy break-up you had been dealing with for the prior month. You showered and did your make-up, agreeing to wear whatever outfit they picked out, which was the black dress you wore in this moment, that held to your curves like a second skin and included the lace thong you wore underneath. 

Your grief had you living in sweats and a baggy shirt, rewatching House of the Dragon with an emphasis on episodes eight and nine. “You cannot just pine away for some fictional man, bitch,” your roommate said to you, pulling you out from underneath your makeshift nest of pillows and blankets. “You need a shower and you need to go out and get fucking laid.” 

You had begrudgingly agreed, mostly since it felt an eternity since your last proper shower. She rallied your emotional support, she picked out your outfit, she picked out your shoes, and she even made sure you always had a drink in hand. It had been fun; you danced to your heart’s content with your friends, but kept your distance from anything male that dared approached. When your feet ached she even paid for your Uber home. 

“Text me our code when you are home,” she said, tucking you into the car and helping you with your seatbelt. “Drink some water and rest, bitch.” 

You remembered getting home, making sure to text once you were inside, this bussy arrived alive, and you stumbled into your room, struggling to maintain your balance in your black, sandal heels. 

When you had looked up, that’s when you had seen him and that woman; and that’s when Aegon had spotted you.

“You are an exquisite beauty,” he pressed closer and you felt the warmth radiate off his bare skin, smelled the bittersweet wine that stained his lips rosy. 

There was a shuddered pleasure that washed over you with the look in his eyes and how they rolled over you; goosebumps rose over your skin that showed. This isn’t real, you reasoned with yourself. It’s the mixture of the break-up and alcohol that clearly has me hallucinating this beautiful blonde man.

But this hallucination seemed palpable in the moment and your breath hitched with his touch, as his finger trailed along the neckline of your dress with a devilish grin to his lips. 

You could hear the echo of your roommate in your head, get fucking laid.

Embolden by his words, you touched his chest and peered up at him through your eyelashes; he tilted his head to meet your lips with a fervent passion. You reciprocated, enjoying the warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips; you moaned softly and could taste the bittersweet wine as his tongue curled into your mouth. You sighed from the subtle tremor that flitted throughout your body, until it was a tingle in the apex of your thighs and they clenched in response to his clever tongue. 

His palms were large and warm through the satin fabric of your dress, trailing your sides and stopping at the small of your waist; his fingers gripped onto your hip bones, pulling you to mold against his body and more goosebumps rippled over you. 

“As much as I appreciate how this fits to you,” he said in-between kisses, his mouth moving from your jawline and then latching to the nape of your neck, his teeth biting and his hands palming your satin covered curves. He pulled back, “I much prefer to see what is underneath.” 

You were flushed from the kisses and the champagne that still bubbled in your veins; you pressed your hands against his chest with a sultry whisper. “Allow me to show you, your grace.” 

You turned until your back was towards him, the backside of your dress low enough for your fingers to find the zipper and pull it to show him how it could be undone; you giggled when you felt his fingers quickly grab and pull it down the rest of the way. You looked over your shoulder, relishing in his wide eyed expression as your dress pooled around your ankles and you were only wearing that lacy thong. 

Aegon swallowed, his finger trailing the waistband before he finally met with your eyes. You saw the hunger in his gaze, how the black of his pupils swallowed the color of his iris. 

You turned around to sit back onto the bed, reaching to remove one heel; he was quick to kneel and remove the other, then pressing to climb on top of you, his arm curling around your waist and pulling you up onto the bed, until your backside was flushed against his chest. You giggled at his eagerness, the sound trailing off as his fingers began to softly trail your curves and pressing against your clothed cunt. 

“So wet for your king already,” he growled into the shell of your ear, his breath tickling. 

He slipped beneath the lace with the slow circular motion of his digit to find your pearl, his touch sending a tremor throughout your body; your head tilted back against his shoulder, a soft moan spilling from your lips. 

You could feel his smile and he pressed against you, his half-hard cock pressing against your ass, matching the slow rhythm of his wrist movement. His mouth was hot as he bit into your shoulder, and then your neck, and you moaned as your pleasure pooled between your thighs.

There was a rip of fabric as he tore away your underwear, his now hardened length slipping between the softness of your thighs, his cock rubbing against your wet folds. His palm moved to shift you and align himself at your entrance, sheathing himself into you.

You whimpered with the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. His groan was low and his head fell forward, nestling into the back of your neck and he began the languid motion of his hips, as if to savor your velvet walls. “Gods,” he praised, his breath tickled still. ”It is as if you were made to take my cock.” 

His pace quickened, his fingers biting into your hips bones and rutting into you until the tremors of passion began to spread throughout, towards the peaks of your thighs. You felt him slip, with a curse and a cry combined on his lips and you moved, quick to climb on top of him.

Aegon watched as your straddled him and reached to curl your fingers around his girth, a tight hold between your thighs; his eyes followed the line of spittle that you allowed to leave your kiss swollen lips and spilled onto his flushed tip, his eyes fluttering when your thumbs moved to rub it over the head. 

You lifted your hips and lined him with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself and gasping softly once he was completely inside you again. Your fingers pressed onto his chest, balancing yourself as you rolled your hips and watched his head tilt back into the pillow, how the rose color spilled from his cheeks and to his chest, where your hands were placed. 

His palms were clammy as they reached to cup your face, bringing you forward until your hair curtained around, finding your lips once more. Aegon lifted his lips upwards to meet with your motion and you clenched in response, his moan vibrating against your mouth. He broke the kiss, his hands moving to hold your hips and he began to rut up into you. 

You met his pace, making a soft noise as he reached that sweet spot within; your eyes watched his brow furrow above his beautiful eyes, his one hand slid and pressed into the inside of your thigh, his thumb in-between the top of your folds; you mewled when he found your pearl, his motion matching the rhythm of his hips.

You felt your pleasure begin to crest, the building coil of warmth in your lower abdomen from the touch of his palm pressed against, his thumb flitting back and forth. Soft sighs accompanied the flutter of your velvet walls, your cunt clenching and you felt his thrusts grow sloppy with his own release. 

Aegon pushed himself to sit upright, one arm to brace himself while the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, his lips touching your own softly. He rolled until you fell to the side and then he pulled you towards his chest. “Your grace,” you whispered against his skin. “I should be going…” you started, even though you were uncertain how to even leave. 

“No,” his voice was already groggy and he reached to touch your chin, tilting your head upright for another kiss. He then nuzzled into your hair, “I wish you to stay so you may serve your king in the morning.” 

You could feel his smile once more and your cheeks grew warm with his words; you remained where you were, unmoving until the sunlight creeped in. You felt like your skull was splitting and pushed from the pillows to see you were in your bed and that you were completely naked.

What a weird dream, you thought and saw a bottle of water placed on your nightstand with a note attached to it.

Hydrate, bitch.

Arcie’s Masterlist

[softwaring]

[cottonspotten]

*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.

bonus: explain why!

[alalumin]

OK I saw a poll about something similar and now I am curious

-Assume it's a celebrity you like and that they haven't made a statement about this sort of thing.

-The celebrity in question is just casually out and about, they are not part of an event or panel.

-By "go up to them" I mean saying hello or asking for a picture

-If you have to talk to them as part of your job it doesn't count unless you also ask for something similar to the above.

-This is a judgement free zone, there is no correct answer I am just curious.

Inspired by this poll

[videogamepolls]

This Wikipedia article has a more comprehensive list

[glittergroovy]

(if the full rent is $2000/month but you split that with a roommate, vote $1000. This is just about what you pay)

[scrubdowner]

a combination of two polls I've seen multiple times:

[gothamslostboy]

POLL TWO HERE

REBLOG FOR BIGGER SAMPLE SIZE BC IK YALL MOSTLY GOING FOR VAMPIRE AROUND HERE

[arcielee]

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊.

The votes are in.

I hear you, but I had to post a modern Aegon fluff story [Sleeping In if you want to read it]. Sometimes the muses just beckon to you and who am I to ignore them?

But I am working on a part 2 for some more Osferth smut. Promise. ♥ 

[pollsgalore]

PART 2 of this poll: Click this

[buggachat]

literally have no idea how to caption this. just take it